Sora breathed heavily as she dropped off of a ledge. She glanced up at the mountain above her, where they had fought the most difficult of enemies. But she knew there were more of Arcticmon's kind; stronger counterparts filled with the same intensified evil and hatred. The fiend had spoken of others, how many? Four more? He had also told of his Master, who had zero tolerance for failure. Sora's thoughts shifted as she tried to suppress the fear of what was to come. Tai entered her mind, but she pushed him out. He was a good friend, an excellent partner. Or was he more?

"Sora! C'mon, jump!" Matt hollered up to her. She realized she was on the edge of another ledge. She jerked her head back to catch a glimpse of the rest of the team, but her sudden movement threw her off balance. She slipped, and hit the ground with a thud. She stood up and held her bruised arm. Matt ran up to her. "Sora, you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just bumped my arm." She chuckled nervously.

When the rest of the group were on the ground, the wind started to pick up. In ten seconds, it changed from a gentle zephyr to a violent sandstorm. In the midst of the sudden fury, Sora saw a digimon walking towards them. His large strides appeared unaltered by the howling wind. He held up his hand and it... stopped. It never slowed, it just ceased immediately. Any object the gust had picked up dropped straight down onto the ground. The digimon grinned at them. "Are you the ones who defeated Arcticmon? The Great Digidestined who are prophesized to destroy the evil that dominates this land?"

"That depends," Matt said. "Who are you?"

"My name is Anemomon, the second Digital Fiend. You people destroyed my 'colleague', Arcticmon. Now I'm gonna return the favor."