...Four years had passed, and within the digiworld much had been resolved. The crests were gone, so to speak, but one still glowed violently, on Earth. The Crest of Intensity was still present. It was a line of defense that very few digimon had even rumors of. But it was there. And its role would become quite obvious...

Hockey is no game for the faint of heart. John knew that. He watched from his position as defenseman as the left wing drove the puck up the ice. He would hang back waiting for a drive from the other team. His left wing got around the opposing team's center. He might just go, but John began to feel uneasy. The opposing defensemen upended his left wing. Something was happening. He raced up the ice to confront the other team's center and flattened him with a clean check. The other center didn't think so. He leaped and threw his gloves down. John never fought, and now would be no different. His knees began to shake and a Carolina blue beam surrounded his being. He quickly felt for his digivice on his shoulder. It was changing! The green generic digivice slowly rotated until it was a D3. The color was white, but John was now no longer in the hockey rink, he was in the digiworld as Butchmon. Back on Earth, the other hockey players did not know what to think.

Butchmon turned all around and examined the digiworld. The sky was still had safety blanket of color that had existed after the crests' powers were released. But clouds were on the horizon. Dark clouds of future evil. Butchmon was really given no time to consider what could be going on, he had to see what the clouds meant. No reactions on his digivice proved to him that there was no one else around. He noticed that digimon were running away from the cloud as he approached. These digimon didn't stop to notice who was not running. Thundering Monochromon, hopping Veggiemon, flying Roachmon, all were fleeing for their lives. One took the time to at least glance at the new arrival. One small Geckomon looked up and saw him. This Geckomon knew little of who was heading for the cloud, but was curious enough to follow. Butchmon knew this stalker was there, but recognized him as a harmless Geckomon. His new D3 began reacting. There was another digivice! It was in the center of the clouds. Maybe someone was battling the new evil too! Butchmon used his speed to come down near the center of the clouds. In the distance he saw an eerie black spire, the likes of which he had never seen before. And in front of him, there were Gizamon, all with dark rings around them. Butchmon looked in the air and found a more hideous sight. Airdramon, plenty of them, and mounted on one of their heads was a figure dressed in purple with sunglasses and spiky black hair. He possessed a digivice but it looked as if he was causing the evil, not preventing it. That made sense. With all the other threats seemingly dealt with, the only evil could come from a digidestined. And there someone was causing it.

Butchmon decided to try and reason with this new threat. Maybe it was pointless, but he needed information. "Why are you doing this?" he asked.

The digidestined boy looked down on him and said, "Because I can! Hahahahaha."

Butchmon decided quickly that this guy was nuts, but he could not take on his army without more strength. With Kuwagamon, Gizamon, and Mojamon galoire, this would not be a fun task. He began to glow.

Ken was stunned that this digimon was attempting to digivolve on his own, without a human. He checked the black digivice, there was a digivice on the creature though. He pulled out the black digivice to stop what was going on...

Butchmon...digivolve to.........

Nothing happened. Butchmon could not go to Coàllamon. Well, fine, he'd hold out as Butchmon and try to figure out why he couldn't later he thought. His tenacity was building up, it was now or never. He watched to see who would come at him first. Ken knew what he was going to throw at Butchmon.

"Gizamon! Go get him, you too, Gotsumon." The Gizamon pounced first. Butchmon kicked the first away, but he was surrounded by the rest they all jumped at once. BUTCH BAYONET! Butchmon managed to hold off a few, but the others held down his right arm. He was struggling with them now. Ken laughed. "Now go, Gotsumon!" Butchmon managed to use his legs to spring up and get some shots on the Gotsumon. BUTCH BAYONET! The bayonets were all blocked by the Rock hard bodies of the Gotsumon. Gizamon tackled his legs.

Butchmon couldn't really move now he struggled, and said to himself, "I wonder if I'm just rusty?"

Ken laughed some more, "Now you will bow to me!" Butchmon 's dander went up. The tenacity flared. The Gatsumon were pummeling him to get him to bend down, but it was not working. The pain, and the humiliation were too much. Then he saw it, the dark ring, heading right for him. He broke the grasp of the Gizamon, knocked over the Gatsumon and sliced the ring in half with the bayonet.

Ken frowned, his chance of ending it now was over. Butchmon was free, but Ken was sure this fighter had little energy left. "Tyrannomon, finish him." Tyrannomon rushed over and punched Butchmon. The rookie had had enough, he could not possibly match Tyrannomon's strength.

"I'm not giving up, not now, not ever. I'll fight until theirs no more me, and when Protomon gets reconfigured in the Primary Village, he'll fight on. I'll not let evil take this world single-handed with no resistance whatsoever. I'm not running Tyrannomon, if you want me, I'm right here." Tyrannomon was about to shoot a fire blast, but all of the sudden the crest of intensity glowed brightly. It unhooked itself from the tag and presented itself in front of Butchmon. A blast of Carolina blue light shot into the sky, up and up it went till it pierced the safety net, a reaction took place and soon the sky's color had changed to the color of intensity. Eight small bright objects plummeted to different parts of the digiworld. A ninth fell right in front of Butchmon, it some sort of digi-egg. It had the crest of intensity blazed on its white rounded side. A brainstorm from Protomon inside of him seemed to say Digiarmor engerize, Butchmon looked at the egg, picked it up easily, and decided, why not?

DIGIARMOR ENERGIZE!

Butchmon...armordigivolve to...

(scene where light flashes, form of Coàllamon, WarCoàllamon, and UltraCoàllamon appear)

...TALLGESOMON, the Soldier of Intensity.

Tallgesomon looked at himself. He seemed very familiar somehow. He was plated in white with a plumed helmet head. A shield with the insignia of intensity on it was on his left arm. Huge rockets were attached to his back. Tyrannomon appeared to back off for a second before then unleashed a fiery blast at the new foe. The blast appeared to completely surround the armor digimon. Ken cackled, while Wormmon hoped this new resistor would survive. The lone Geckomon who had been unfound thus far, wondered if his champion would make it, after all.

Tallgesomon emerged from the flames untouched. The fire was all around him but not a spark was on him. He walked slowly toward Tyrannomon. The beast fired again. Tallgesomon blocked it with his shield. The fire zoomed into the heavens. Tyrannomon shook visibly. He didn't know what else to do. "Charge him, punch him! Kick him you idiot! Now!" Ken ordered. Tyrannomon charged and tried to sock Tallgesomon. His punch never landed. Tallgesomon's hand held it up. Tyrannomon was really confused now. What could he do. Every attempt he made was blocked bodily.

DIGIBEAM-SABER!!

A flash of light twirled under his neck and the dark ring was decimated. It disappeared. Tyrannomon now looked forward free. He saw the saber still just under his neck. Tallgesomon withdrew it and put it up. "Go, my friend, you've done enough here, I'll take care of this." He patted the Tyrannomon as it ran away for the safety of its herd. Tallgesomon now faced Ken in the sky. He was ready for the next one.

Ken raged, "I can't believe this. Oh well, I'll get him from the air. Airdramon, attack!" Waves of Airdramon swooped toward Tallgesomon. As much as he would have liked beating them in the sky, he decided to conserve his energy and play it safe.

DIGIDOBERGUN!!!

The gun took pot shots at the Airdramon. The Airdramon were plucked out of the sky, one by one. Those who survived the first hit were felled by the others. Their dark rings released, they flew off into the distance. Ken's Airdramon remained. A disgruntled Ken had to figure on more forces. "Go Drillmojamon! Go Kuwagamon! Stomp him!" The insects came from the air and Tallgesomon felt the ground shake beneath him. For the first time he made connection between the rings and the control spires. He needed time to destroy the spire and then the rings would lose their hold. Unless there was another one nearby. He had to try it. With Kuwagamon swarming down on him and a line of Drillmojamon coming from three directions, Tallgesomon summoned forth more power, and...BLAZE OF INTENSITY!

The interlocking N and C on the shield came forward, knocking back the waves attempting to come upon him. He fired up the engines and headed for the control spire. With a few swipes of the digi-beam saber, it lay in ruins.

But the rings still worked. Ken laughed, he DID have another control spire in range. However Tallgesomon saw his digivice glow. He could digivolve! He devolved back to Butchmon turned on the group attacking him and...

Butchmon...digivolve to...COÀLLAMON!

Coàllamon was a known form to all. The legend had returned. Wormmon nodded. He knew Ken could be saved. All he had to do was look at the glowing human-digimon below him. Coàllamon turned his baritone toward the group and the familiar Baritone Blaster attack once again resounded in the digiworld. The dark rings disappeared from the slaves' necks. It was just Coàllamon and Ken now. Coàllamon looked at his misguided foe and said, "You know, what you're doing here is wrong. Stop now, while you still can." Coàllamon sensed something else, in the background somewhere. He turned away from Ken and Wormmon, and all of the sudden he realized something, they weren't the real problem!

Coàllamon left the scene to find his new target. He followed the sense of pure evil. An evil so thorough that no clouds formed to mark its presence. Even though Ken had been rebuffed, the clouds still spread from that direction, but the evil was elsewhere. He could sensed its presense, breathe in its evil. And then he saw her. Arukinemon, just chuckling over events. Coàllamon realized that the Emperor was merely her puppet, this was the real monster. "You, you have reintroduced evil into the digiworld. Then you will have to deal with me!" Arukinemon transformed into her true form.

"Yes, but there is nothing you can do about it, Coàllamon."

"I think you're mistaken."

"What can you do? You can't go ultimate, not now, not without your pathetic little crest."

"I can still stop the likes of you! That guy will be your puppet no longer. You'll be unable to control him, because I'll dog your steps every time you try."

"Oh, really, why don't you stick around right here."

Her webbing caught him a little off guard. Coàllamon now struggled with it. John, I'm here, use your power. Augment me. Call forth the intensity I know we've got. Coàllamon glowed for a brief second, ripping himself from the webbing. The blue flame stayed around him. Protomon was right, he could call forth more power. But he needed some time. He cupped his hands low, turned towards Arukinemon and said...

KHA-

"What are you doing?"

ME-

"Is this some sort of joke?"

HA-

"You can't do this, this isn't a crossover! Stop at once!"

ME-

"You're beginning to scare me, but you know this won't help you at all!"

HA!!!

"Ahhhh! I can't look!"

Coàllamon smiled beneath his visor. Nothing had happened, but he had enough time to call forth more energy. A beam of light struck down from the heavens. Its hue was gone. The crest of intensity shot back down, and two other objects, golden in color were fired across the digiworld. It reinserted itself into the tag, and...

Coàllamon...digivolve to...WARCOÀLLAMON!

WarCoàllamon was in full bronze-looking hoplite armor. A flaming spear appeared in his right hand. A plumed helmet was on his head. A Corinthian helmet, the openings for the eyes and mouth were covered over with some sort of visor. A great shield was mounted on his left arm with crest of intensity emblazoned in the middle. Greaves protected the ankles and wrist guards defended the forearms. He still retained the quickness that so evident as Coàllamon and the power of the INTENSITY WHIPLASH was not truly matched. Arukinemon attempted to leave, but she was rebuffed when a spear thrust narrowly missed her. She angrily turned to face her digivolved opponent. WarCoàllamon provided no wait. He slung the spear in a circle until a circular energy formation gathered and then he snapped the spear at Arukinemon.

INTENSITY WHIPLASH!!!

The spiral flared and smashed into the evil digimon, and Arukinemon was sent into the distance. WarCoàllamon remembered the last time he had achieved this form. It was so long ago, before the first digidestined, when he had been looking for Nyaromon. He looked up above. For now the sky was blue. WarCoàllamon realized for the first time that this job was too big for him. A familiar story The dark clouds still lurked on the horizon. A new age had begun. It had started right in front of him. He had destabilized the digiworld, yes, but he had done it so it might yet be saved. The Ultimate human-digimon looked around him. It was peaceful. It had to stay that way. This was the way things should be. Before he left for home, the Ultimate glanced at the forest.

WarCoàllamon knew a new struggle had come upon the world. A new chapter had opened. Early retirement was no longer an option. He would have to intervene once again. He could see how the struggle would turn out. First, the Emperor would have to be defeated, and then he had to be redeemed. That would be hard enough. While the digidestined contested the Emperor, he would hold off Arukinemon. There was no way that any group could handle all of them at once. He knew more control spires would come, Tallgesomon would be seen again, but hopefully so would Coàllamon, WarCoàllamon, and perhaps even UltraCoàllamon. WarCoàllamon looked, the sun was setting over the hills. It was nightfall. Time to regroup. There was no telling what would happen next.