A/N: Sorry about the long wait...I was held up by other things (school, etc.). I'll try to update more regularly from now on.

[Cue Theme - "Infinity (Red Zone Mix)"]

[A clear blue sky, a few white clouds floating lazily by. Pan down, past the sun, until the skyline of a city comes into view: San Francisco.]

D I G I T A L M O N S T E R S

[We weave through the skyscrapers, before cutting to the streets below, a crowded sidewalk. A shadow quickly moves over them. Cut again to the skyline, then zoom into the top of the TransAmerica Building (the large triangular building), where a figure stands with its arms crossed: Aero Veedramon.]

[Cut to a red background, a silver haired person turns left to face the camera, Ira Caraway, before fading away. Fal Michael fades in and does the same, only turning right, before fading away. David Milliard fades in, turns left to face the camera, then fades away.]

[Aero Veedramon, Seadramon, and Veemon Akira fade in and do the same as their respective partners]

[Cut to a shot of the camera flying over Tokyo bay towards Tokyo itself, the skyline in the distance. Cut again to a shot flying over Shinjuku, looking straight down as we pass over the Tokyo Metropolitan Building]

[Cut to a blue background; Kouyuu Fukushima, "Callie" Stone, and Kaoline Shokai fade in and do the same as the others, followed by their partners: Hitorimon, Psymon, and Dianamon]

[We now see two Earths floating next to each other in front of a star-filled background. Suddenly, two glowing red eyes open, looking somewhat faded, one over each Earth.]

[Now we are above the clouds, in the distance we see a giant blue-ish dragon, Azulongmon. We rapidly zoom in to the face of a person sitting on his head: Caspian Callaway. Cut to what appears to be a desert, another young man, Shadow, stands alone covering his face with one hand (like Heero in the Gundam Wing intro), we pull back just far enough as Antylamon lands in front of him. Cut again, Garfield Magus and Black Agumon are back to back, Garfield firing two handguns and his partner shooting a fireball. Now we are in a field of tall grass, Jajan appears and shoots an arrow at a target, then Celermon walks up behind him.]

[All of the partner Digimon each appear and fire their signature attacks at an unseen enemy (in order: Aero Veedramon, Seadramon, Veemon Akira, Hitorimon, Psymon, Dianamon, Azulongmon, Antylamon, Black Agumon, and Celermon). We then cut to black. The background lightens to reveal seven shadowed figures: Olympidianamon, Metal Seadramon, Ridatsumon Zero, Imperialdramon, Paladinmon, Black WarGreymon and Adeemon.]

[All of the Tamers (Ira, Fal, David, Kouyuu, Callie, Kaoline, Caspian, Shadow, Garfield, and Jajan) walk into view (like the end of Digimon Season 3's intro), followed by their respective partners.]

DIGITAL MONSTERS FOREVER

--

"Familiarity and Remembrance"

Wednesday, April 8, 2071

The City of Machines

"Is this the place?" Garfield asked.

"Yeah! This is the City of Machines! Come on, I'll show you around!" Agumon said as he led BlackAgumon and Garfield out of the APC.

"Agumon digivolve to Greymon!" Agumon said, transforming into his larger form, "I gotta be Greymon here. Let's go meet the boss. I'm sure he'll reward you...maybe."

The trio walked through the city for a few minutes before reaching a small fortress. Greymon knocked on the door.

"Who goes there?" a loud voice said from inside.

"Greymon from Company 3, reporting. I have returned from being lost," Greymon replied.

"Enter. The boss wants to see you," the voice said as the door opened. The three walked inside and saw a small Digimon next to the door.

"Who are these two?" the Digimon asked.

"Datamon, this is Garfield Magnus and BlackAgumon. They helped me get back," Greymon explained.

"They don't look dangerous. All right. Proceed to the boss's office," Datamon replied.

Greymon bowed as the trio walked past Datamon. They walked down a hall, passing various other Digimon doing things like wrestling, playing cards, and throwing darts. They reached a big black door with "The Boss" stenciled in white.

"Excuse me…Boss?" Greymon asked.

"Ah! Greymon! It's about time you got back," the DeviDramon on the other side of the desk said.

"Hi boss. Well...I'm reporting in!" Greymon saluted.

"Good. Place just isn't the same without ya. What say we shoot some pool before the mission?" asked DeviDramon.

"Sounds good. Ah, boss, I'd like you to meet a couple of friends of mine." DeviDramon looked at Garfield and BlackAgumon.

"Interesting pair. What do they...do?" he asked.

"I am Garfield Magnus, mercenary, and this is my partner BlackAgumon, Apprentice Mercenary, at your service," Garfield announced as he awkwardly bowed.

"I see… Well, you two can hang around until we have to go on our mission. The higher ups want us to hit the clan's Ogremon Team that's been raiding the city at night," DeviDramon said.

"You won't have to worry about them. We already took care of them!" BlackAgumon shouted. DeviDramon stared in disbelief.

"You're serious?" asked DeviDramon.

"Really really," Garfield stated.

"Maybe you'll be worth keeping around. We'll...ah...just play a few rounds of pool instead then," DeviDramon said.

"Yahoo!" shouted Greymon and BlackAgumon simultaneously.

So they played pool.

--

"Fools...the security in this city is so loose, ANY amateur can get through!" mutters Hitorimon, leaping from roof to roof as she heads for the base, "Sometimes, I question the Commandant's logic in assigning command." Suddenly, a screech is heard overhead as three large Digimon zoom past.

"Pteramon? Wait...there are no Pteramon stationed here to my knowledge..." Hitorimon whispers as the three Digimon suddenly start launching missiles at random, large plumes of fire billowing into the air with each explosion.

"Damn! Its an air-raid!" she yells, continuing on her way at a faster pace.

--

Kouyuu…

Kouyuu's eyes gently peeled open as he gradually came to.

"Uhh…? Gah! What's this stuff?" He cried out, trying desperately to free himself from the gummy and murky soup in which he laid. He struggled for a while, and finally grasped hold of an old, rusty pipe protruding from a nearby building. He pulled and pulled, and finally after much stress managed to free his body from the sticky liquid. He was glad to be out of that mess; unfortunately the oily soup got the last laugh. Kou's clothes were drenched with the icky, black gunk.

"Yuck! Just great." He complained sarcastically as he tried to wipe the gummy soup off of his clothing. "Maybe there's a place nearby where I can wash this mess off or something." He pondered as he examined the large metal buildings surrounding him. He felt so trapped in this place. "I don't think I'm in Okinawa anymore…"

The city, or whatever it was, seemed to be endless from Kouyuu's perspective. At first impression it appeared to be nothing more than one giant factory. But, as he gradually made his way down the narrow streets he noticed small, rugged, structures, which resembled various shops and stores. Perhaps there was a Laundromat close by. All big cities seem to have Laundromats, so why wouldn't this one?

"Run!! Get to the shelters!!" Echoed a shrill cry from down one of the streets as it bounced off the metallic structuring of the city, and entered Kouyuu's ear.

"Huh…?" Kou came to a sudden stop as he glanced around to see where the shout had come from. Then, the ground beneath him trembled slightly, and the sound of quick pattering on metal rang throughout the city. Kou, raising an eyebrow, stared down the main road as the quaking ground intensified and the pattering turned to a low roar of dashing feet.

"Wha-what is this? What's going on?!" He shrieked looking around frantically. Just then, two little big-eared dog-looking creatures turned the corner onto the main street and rushed by Kouyuu, who stood frozen at the first sight of the odd little critters. "I must be dreaming… Yeah! That's it this is a dream! Hahaha!" He cheered feeling a bit foolish about the entire thing. But, his laughter ceased when two giant elephant looking creatures stomped down the road, followed by hundreds of monsters of all different shapes and sizes. Kouyuu's face turned to panic and he freaked at the sudden swarm of monsters dashing down the once open and empty street.

"Hurry! Run"

"Get to the shelters!" Shouted various monsters as the river of abstract beings flowed threw the rusty streets as if it were a trench.

"Gah, what are these things?!" He yelped as the monsters ran by, all in a hurry to get to some solace for an unknown reason. "Agghhh!!" Screaming as a giant, green, and spiny foot nearly crushed him. He dove to the ground, and luckily the other foot passed over him as well. He slowly got to his feet and stared in awe as he watched the creatures traveling to, what seemed to be, the heart of the city from what he could tell. "A walking cactus? Now I know I'm dreaming."

He turned, gripping the handle to his ancestor's blade, and headed opposite of the rushing crowd as he pushed, shoved, and navigated his way threw the mass of fearful creatures, as they headed to "the shelters".

"Some of them are huge, why can't they do anything? What are they so terrified of?"

--

He stared down the length of his saber. At the end of gleaming steel tip quaked a Were Garurumon: the Ultimate's fanged head was tilted back as the other's blade tickled his throat, mere centimeters away from the gray and black fur. The wolf-type gulped, all too aware of his predicament. He'd underestimated his opponent when he'd first come upon him and he'd certainly paid for it – all along his body were ugly injuries, gashes and bleeding wounds where the sword had gouged in and bit at him, dancing and shimmering, almost playfully, in the afternoon sunlight as it tore ribbons of blood from the fur coat. Were Garurumon dark blue eyes focused at his opponent – the other was standing with the sun behind him and he could only make out the silhouette, the six wings that were furled along the upright back.

He was at the other's mercy and it made him snarl to think that he'd been defeated. His general wasn't going to like this. Not at all.

"Which faction do you belong to?" The victor asked emotionlessly, the shadow of his head staring with no remorse at his downed foe..

Were Garurumon bunched up his paws into tight fists, his bushy tail thrashing under him. But he answered anyway, despite his reluctance, "Dragon Vanguard."

The wings rustled in the hot breeze as the silhouette noted calmly; "The enemy-"

This was only answered by a loud growl of defiance, "You scum, you're from the Phoenix–"

He was cut off, as if he hadn't interrupted at all. "-You're all enemies. It's a sin to the Digital World that you all exist. You kill, you maim, you raze, all in the name of justice. All for your cause."

"It's because our cause is the right one!" The wolf-type gnashed his fangs together in open agitation.

"You're all wrong. Your 'causes' are meaningless. Just as your factions are." The blade turned hungrily – the keen edge was still glimmering black, like obsidian. "Just as you all are. All of you are meaningless. You are all black spots marring the world – therefore all of you must be erased from memory."

Listening to this Digimon speak, it was becoming increasingly clear to the Ultimate that the other wasn't quite in his right mind. He sunk down lower to the ground, his ice blue eyes dulling over as he realized his situation. His foe was mad, he decided as the six-winged Digimon ranted about the state of the world, the disgusting acts committed by each faction alike, how it was his duty as a messenger of a Digital Something (he didn't really catch the last part) to wipe out all the sinners. All of this in the same emotionless, uncaring tone of voice. With a cold jolt, it occurred to the wolf-type that his opponent was under the delusion that he was sent by some higher power to delete everything. He's going to kill me. A low, mental howl.

The victor's twin tails curled and uncurled around his hind legs, lashing as he abruptly stopped his monologue, the wide violet eyes staring down at the fallen Were Garurumon, reflecting back the Digimon's image back at himself.

"It's justified that I will hunt every member of every faction down and delete them all." The glittering amethyst eyes drew closer. "All of you will pay with your data for the sinful acts you have committed."

The saber drew backward. The six wings flared wide as the shining blade swept down a wide arc. Shimmering, it exited the other side of the Were Garurumon's neck: the sable blood on the edge was already dissolving into data bits as the Ultimate was deleted. The biped Digimon watched as the particles rose up into the sky, his eyes rising up to follow them as they broke away from the beheaded body. Eventually it was all gone, fluttering away into the hot sky.

"Justice does not discriminate," the winged Digimon turned on his clawed heel, stalking away from the death scene. He didn't sheath his now-clean saber; he still had more to hunt down and delete, and it wouldn't feel right to do such a thing so prematurely. He wouldn't rest until he was done.

Even if it was his duty to continue until the end of time.

--

"Ira?"

Ira Carraway started, realizing abruptly that someone was calling him. Shaking his head, he glanced sharply at Aero Veedramon with such a frown that the Ultimate Digimon instinctively recoiled, tattered wings drooping. Looking away, the silver-headed man focused his attention on the rusty wall before him as the dragon-type pressed his large body into the smoky shadows after him. Silently, his narrowed amethyst eyes roved up and down the length of the dark wall, looking for any weak spots.

Aero Veedramon made a low growling sound, "Is there something wrong?"

"No," Ira replied. He made no mention of the strange images – if he said he was hallucinating, he didn't have a doubt that the Digimon wouldn't waste any time on taking off on him. This far into the City, he certainly didn't trust the Ultimate enough to believe that he'd just run off and keep his mouth shut. "Just a sense of déjà vu."

"Oh." For a long moment, the blue-skinned Digimon fell silent, and then continued, changing the subject. "What are you doing?" This is a dead end.

"Of course it's a dead end," the human replied automatically. He paused, as if momentarily startled, but then pressed on, with a shrug, his pale hands pressed up against the metal and feeling around searchingly. "I think there's a weak spot though – it's been patched up recently."

"How can you tell?"

Another shrug. How can I explain it? That I've keep getting a feeling that I've been here before, when I know I haven't?, "Doesn't matter – what does is that we can get in from here." He rapped on the metal, his knuckles ringing off the wall. "See? Sounds hollow."

Aero Veedramon reared up carefully on his heavily muscled hind legs, placing his fore claws on the wall. Ira stepped aside, his purple gaze focused on the wall – not once, as he talked, did he ever grace his companion with so much as a glance. Apparently he wasn't considering important enough for the attention. Well, I guess I am really just tagging along. Don't know why, but it does make sense… It was clear that his strength was needed to clear the way and with an inaudible grunt, he pushed as hard as he could against the iron wall, his legs digging into the ground and scrabbling slowly for leverage as the white-clad human looked on. After several long moments of pushing and straining, he started to grit through his fangs:

"I don't think–"

His remark was cut abruptly cut off as the wall gave way underneath him, crumbling inward. The Ultimate tumbled after it, landing on the other side and nursing a sore nose; he'd done the smart thing and landed on it, which was pretty sensitive. Ira stepped in after him, his eyes almost seeming to glow violet as he entered the darkness. The cool gaze was cast scornfully over him.

"Exactly. You don't think." Ira glanced about the darkened room as Aero Veedramon picked himself up sheepishly. "This must be the storage area for the materials."

"It reeks of iron and copper." The holy dragon-type mumbled. The scent was making his nostrils irritated and he rubbed at his aching snout, grimacing, with a leathery paw. "The computer terminal should be located in the chief-of-staff's office." He paused, listening. From outside, even over the sounds of the close forge, he could hear the dull call of a siren. Must be an air raid. Or something. Typical. The wedge-shaped head craned down to regard the slender human in the pristine trench coat. "It appears that the City is under an attack."

"Let's go – this distraction couldn't have been better timed."

--

"Ah! Air raid! Battle stations!"

"Whoa! Whoa! What's going on?" Garfield asked.

"Air raid! We must counterattack!" DeviDramon replied before running outside and taking off into the sky.

"I can't fight like this! I only have half a leg!" Garfield shouted as he hobbled away from the pool table.

"Try this," said Datamon as he quickly constructed a peg leg and attached it to Garfield.

"Thanks! Now let's go BlackAgumon!" Garfield shouted.

"Right behind you boss!" BlackAgumon called out as he they ran outside. By then, the action had heated up as the Phoenix Armed Forces had begun a counter-attack on the Pteramon. However, most of the Phoenix troops couldn't fly and those that could had been shot down as they lifted off one-by-one.

"BlackAgumon digivolve to DarkTyrannomon!" came the familiar call from behind Garfield.

"DarkTyrannomon, get me back to the APC. I think I've something we can use!" Garfield shouted, "And you! Big flying bug! Follow us! It's important!" The Snimon that Garfield shouted at was reluctant to follow, but Greymon wised him up.

"Come on! This is Garfield! He's helping us!" he growled.

"Roger roger," Snimon quipped. The four had almost been hit a few times before they reached the APC.

"It's gotta be in here somewhere... Wait!" Garfield shouted as he rummaged through his weapons, "No, that's not it. Oh! Here it is!" He ran out with a bazooka. "Snimon, I'll need you to get me in the air. Greymon, DarkTyrannomon, you two cover us."

"Roger, roger," the three Digimon quipped. Snimon flew into the air with Garfield on his back. As they reached the top of the buildings, Garfield hopped off.

"Wait here. I'll need a ride down," the mercenary ordered as he loaded the first round into his bazooka. He took careful aim at a Pteramon that was coming close and fired. The shot flew into its open mouth and caused the flying Digimon's head to explode.

"There's one..." He reloaded and fired again, this time he hit a missile headed for DeviDramon before it could cause the big Digimon harm. He waved at Garfield as he gripped a Pteramon in his jaws and shook fiercely.

"Well, I'm out of bazooka shots. Fly me around," Garfield said to Snimon as he pulled out a rifle. "I think it's time we did some hunting."

--

Aero Veedramon hissed under his breath as the large Digimon followed slowly after the white trenchcoat, his claws sinking a bit into the ash. As they entered deeper into the forge, the air got that much thicker and hotter. It was sweltering and uncomfortable - such temperatures he was unused to, and his serpentine tongue lolled out in a quiet, wheezing pant. It didn't help that his thick hide was itching irritably in the dirty air. His gray eyes glanced ahead at the human from underneath lowered lids; the human Ira didn't seem to even notice the clammy air.

You'd think he wasn't alive or something.

"Right or left?" Ira had stopped, his slender form turning gracefully and fixing his gleaming amethyst eyes on the Digimon. Aero Veedramon hesitated, suddenly aware of how clumsy and bulky he looked in comparison to the lithe human.

"Left or right?" He repeated coldly.

Cursing mentally, the Ultimate finally answered, feeling rather foolish. "Right."

Without another word, the white-clad human continued forward, rounding the corner. It was all the Digimon could do but follow, his tail swaying behind him as he squeezed his bulk into the corridor. What does he want with a computer, anyway? It was beyond him - although the terminals had a lot of power, few knew how to use them in such a way that the Digital World could be manipulated. And there was something strange about the ease that the human navigated the pitch-black hallway. Almost as if he's been here before... But that didn't make sense - if Ira had, then why did he ask for directions? Maybe parts of his memory were erased? That was a fairly common occurrence in the Digital World - sometimes there was an anomaly, and a virus would get in and attack a Digimon. Usually it was harmless, but sometimes the attack could affect one's memory. But Ira's a human. I don't know how humans work.

--

That was true. He really couldn't make any assumptions.

Ira frowned as he strode forward. The sensation that he'd been here before was growing, just as his unease was. There was something wrong, something that he didn't trust. The fine hairs on the back of his neck were rising in instinctive distrust. It increased as he drew closer and closer - for some unexplained reason, he knew that he was only several feet from a large metal door. His hunch proved to be correct as his outstretched hand touched against the cold, ashy steel. And that made him only that much more wary. There was something about this place...

Behind him, Aero Veedramon cleared his throat: "Did you find something?"

"It's nothing. Just a door." Before he knew what he was doing, his hand drifted over with that alien familiarity and was brushing against a keypad. A few blips and beeps, and his long fingers had punched in a code that he didn't remember learning before. What the hell? He said nothing, however. Doing so would only cast doubt in his companions mind. Creaking, the door slid open: his catlike violet eyes narrowed as a red glow was cast in his face.

Behind him, the Digimon rustled his furled wings, wincing at the heat spilling from the opened door.

"That must be the smelting room."

Ira frowned, "There's the office, but it's at the other end. Come on." With that said, the young man entered the room, his spotless white shoes stained scarlet in the glow of the smoldering red pit that occupied most of the space. The dragon-type followed carefully, glancing nervously at the pit. One misstep, and...well, it was better just not to think of that.

--

"Woo! That was nuts!" said DarkTyrannomon as he, Garfield, Greymon, and Snimon shared drinks back at the barracks. Snimon grunted.

"I could go for a little less action like that if you ask me," he said.

"Don't worry 'bout it. I heard we're going to participate in some kind of counter-attack, but that won't be for at least a week," Greymon replied.

"How reassuring," Garfield mumbled as he gulped his drink down. "I'm gonna go for a walk."

"Great! I'll come too!" DarkTyrannomon said as he leapt from his chair.

"Nah. You stay here and hang out. I need to think and get the APC," Garfield said as he grabbed the crutch he made after the makeshift leg he had broke.

"Suit yourself. Who's up for some poker or something?" Greymon asked as he got out a deck of cards.

Garfield started walking around the city. He started thinking about what he and his partner were going to do while in the Digital World. Working for the Phoenixes seemed to be the smart thing since that was what they were already doing. But this quest thing bothered him. If he and DarkTyrannomon really were supposed to be on a quest, how could they accomplish this? Heck, they didn't even know what to do. He decided they would stay with the Phoenixes when he saw something move in the shadows.

"Who's there?" he shouted. He was answered by silence.

"Must be losing it. Hearing things. Probably gonna start seeing things too..." he muttered as he continued on, slipping his hand onto the hilt of his sword in case he needed it.

--

This place was hauntingly familiar, and Ira Caraway didn't like it. It was suspicious that he would know all these codes, that he could find his way easily here. That, now that he thought about it, he didn't really need Aero Veedramon's guidance - for some reason, he already knew. With a jolt, he realized that he had been here before. But that didn't add up: he had a fairly good memory and he would have certainly remembered taking this route. The deafening noise alone would have been vivid.

What the hell is going on? He certainly didn't know - he trained himself for doing the job, not this introspection. But the growing sense of familiarity was only growing and he was becoming increasingly convinced that he had been here. Behind him, the Ultimate cleared his throat nervously, glancing nervously at the smoldering smelting pit only a few feet away.

"Ira...?"

"What?"

"You stopped." The dragon-type's talons tug in an anxious gesture into the floor. "Is there something wrong? This isn't exactly a good place to be stopping."

"It's nothing." The silver-haired young man frowned, and continued his way forward, amethyst eyes narrowed. It was certainly troubling, but more pressing was reaching his goal.

--

He was mad. He didn't know what brought him to this deduction - it was something that he suddenly noticed one day. Not that he cared. Madness, faith: they were all the same. At least for him, they were. After the execution of the Were Garurumon, he had spent the past few days wandering through the plains - he had left the desert a while ago - and he hadn't come across any Digimon from any of the factions.

His large, feline violet eyes swept the rustling tall grass. Although he told himself that, being the material messenger of the Will of the Digital World, it was his right to walk forward without fear, the animal instincts that were programmed into his code were urging him to slink down onto all fours and stalk unseen.

The biped Digimon didn't, however. He made no attempt to quiet the rattling of his saber in its jeweled sheath - he even opened his broad wings to absorb some of the sunlight as he pushed his way steadily across the prairie.

No, he would not hide. He would continue on his way: he would raze, he would kill, he would delete as long as he was capable of moving. And, his crazed mind told him, it was his right to move about as he wish.

After all, he was the tool of the Will of the Digital World. He would clean the Digital World of its sinners. Of everyone, if they were all guilty.

--

"Ira!"

With a start, Ira's slanted purple eyes flew open at the guttural shout from Aero Veedramon. He had started to slump forward and was now on the verge of falling into the red-hot smelting pit. Quick thinking on the dragon-type's part allowed him to push the horn on his nose forward - the trench-coat clad human hastily reached out and grabbed it, pulling himself away from any immediate danger.

Aero Veedramon plodded forward until they were on the other side of the platform. His large, inhuman gray irises focused on his companion, for a moment showing involuntary concern. Ira frowned back at him.

"What happened?"

Ira gave a caustic snort at his own stupidity. "I slipped, apparently."

"You don't slip." The Digimon told him. It was somehow obvious to the Ultimate that his human companion simply wasn't that careless.

The young human ran a hand through his hair, his violet eyes glancing back the way they had come. It didn't matter, and he deigned not to answer the question. "Let's go. We're almost there."

--

[Cue End Theme – "I'll be there – Megumi Hayashibara"]

[In a dim, trash-filled alleyway, we see Ira Caraway, his hands in his coat pockets as wind blows his silver hair into his face. Panning up slowly, we see Aero Veedramon looking down at him from atop the building to his right. Cut to a street in Sacramento, overlooking San Francisco Bay. David Milliard is on the sidewalk, leaning against a building and staring towards the ground, as rain falls from a dim and cloudy sky. As we pan to the right, dissolve into a similar view of Veemon Akira, who is doing the same except he is in a devastated village, the way he is leaning giving the impression that they're standing back to back. The sky is black, but glowing red as is rains lightly]

[Cut to a beach on the Southern California coast at sunset. Fal Micheal watches as the sun slowly sinks below horizon, bathing him in an orange-red light. Quickly zoom into his eye, then back out to see Serpentmon doing the same. Cut to Kana Stone sitting on a windowsill, staring out across Tokyo as the Sun sets in the distance. Dissolve to a similar scene in the Digital World with Psymon, only she is sitting on the opposite side of her window, staring out across a devastated city with columns of smoke lazily drifting across the red-orange sky.]

[On an empty road on Okinawa, we see Kouyuu Fukushima leaning against his car staring towards us as a heavy rain falls from the dark sky. Cut to the Digital World, Kaoline Shokai, Dianamon, and Wizardmon stare up at the Digital star filled sky. Pan and zoom to a tree to the right, Jajan looks out from behind it at her, Celermon behind him.]

[Cut to a gray background, the shadows of Azulongmon appears. Then, Shadow and Caspian Callaway fade into view, Lopmon Mist on Shadow's shoulder. Cut again to a dark room, where Garfield Magnus loads a handgun as Black Agumon looks on]

[On the plains of North America, Alan Maxwell and Oppimon stare at the dark clouds brooding in the distance ominously. In the Digital World, Titaniumon Utora stands in the shadows of some city.]

[A park in Tokyo, Shiro Arkov walks silently in a heavy rain, several shadows passing by him. A short distance away, Tim Areo and Dashamon watch.]

--

Episode 8 Cast (In Order of Arrangement)

Garfield Magnus . . . . . . . . Draco Starcloud

Black Agumon

Greymon

Phoenix Soldiers

Hitorimon . . . . . . . . . . Pkmatrix

Kouyuu Fukushima . . . . . . . Corey

Ira Caraway . . . . . . . . . . . Camille Vidan

AeroVeedramon

WereGarurumon