In any world, there are those times one feels a revolution is at hand. Those times when the streets are running with idealists, where the common people have finally decided to risk everything to change the world, and it felt like they could not be stopped.

Something quite similar was happening on File Island.

"The end." Such very final words, words often met with relief by the characters, but with sorrow by the readers. And with the armies of digimon storming out of Factorial Fortress, it seemed clear something would soon end, and perhaps this tale could no longer be called "Fallen Devimon's saga."

The journeys of the chosen would never end, why, this was meant as a continuation, and it was meant to last. Ken's reversion to the persona of the Kaiser, Mimi's relationship with Leomon, so many things were left to finish, and this tale was one first created merely to continue another.

But change was in the air, and as the armies spilled out of Factorial Fortress, it seemed the final battle was certainly at hand, and even if the rest of the digital world was still going through hell, File Island would soon be free!

Or at least that was what they thought… But when has the digital world been a place of happiness? Defeat was always a possibility, after all, and the odds still favored their enemy… Good may be said to triumph over evil in some places, and it had indeed done so in the past, but… It was still far from certain.

But not one of them thought even of the concept of defeat, for revolution was indeed in the air. And even as they saw Fallen Devimon before them, saw the sight that had brought so many of them horror so long ago, they still bravely followed Cyber Dramon, convinced they could not lose.

Thousands of digimon, thousands of attacks, if they were all at the same time against the same digimon, especially with digimon like Hououmon and Angewomon showing their strength… Well, victory would be certain.

And if Fallen Devimon was the only one taking those attacks, it would indeed be a victory. But he too had massed an army, through the strength of the black gears, he had thousands of digimon of his own. And those digimon would fight back, they could not even control their bodies, they would not drop their arms and turn upon their master. This would not be the sort of revolution where the soldiers called in to stop it joined and turned their guns upon their masters, this would be one made with blood and the sacrifice of lives.

That said, the possessed digimon army attacked, Cyber Dramon's forces attacked back, and the final battle had begun.

The ground would run red with the blood of the digimon of the world, all would attack, and all would learn things through the chaos of battle. The survivors would emerge changed, the dead, why, if the bodies of digimon remained intact after death, there would not be enough to even bury them all. But as the fight continued, neither side gained any ground, the only thing that changed were the number of digimon fighting.

And as the Cyber Dramon watched this, even he began to have doubts… What have I done?

Takeru heard the digimon's thoughts, though he could not say why, he had to respond. What have you done? You've inspired us to finally take on Fallen Devimon. You brought us courage when we were hiding in our fortress, and I think you've saved this world.

Cyber Dramon smiled, then turned and faced the mass of Airdramon and Bakemon before him. "Erase Claw!"

Far away, on another of the emerging battle's flanks, Ken battled on, whip in hand, Stingmon fighting by his side. The weapon was useful in his hands, good for tripping lesser forces, and pain's always a good distraction in combat.

Still, he was going into battle again, wielding that very whip, trying desperately to avoid feeling any happiness as he whipped Gizamon once more, even if these were Gizamon possessed by darkness, he was killing them just the same, and he couldn't help but think back to that one time, building that dark tower in the snow…

And he was so caught up in the thrill of battle and the memories of his past that he barely noticed the fireball, and didn't look as it burst, didn't look as his digimon fell.

He continued to battle, fighting on without even realizing what happened, thrashing his whip about at the enemy digimon… He fought on, not hearing Stingmon's final words, ignoring his digimon once more...

Perhaps if he heard them he would have a happier future…

But he continued to fight, not seeming to notice as his hair turned a dark bluish shade or morphed itself into a spiked style, nor the bright blue color of his clothing, and even the yellow-trimmed navy cape and purple glasses seemed beyond his notice in the midst of combat…

And the battle continued, the armies still numerous, though less so then earlier. More digimon fell, the plants of the so-called "Native Forest" were choked with blood, and the clang of swords, buzz of thunder, and screams of darkness continued on, as more digimon clashed…

Mimi Tachikiwa, even if she was one of the chosen children, was not a fighter by nature. The memories of the past stayed with her, that column of light, the lion that shielded her…

But seeing so many digimon die once more, innocents who only wanted happiness, yet possessed by darkness, she still could not bring herself to fight, even as Panjyamon and Lilymon fought on…

Panjyamon was beautiful, after all. His smooth, icy fur, his ripped, leonine form… The bearer of purity blushed, slapping her head. He's a digimon, and not like Angemon or something either, he's a feline, a furred beast! I shouldn't be attracted to someone like that!

But I do love him just the same… And isn't it natural to want the one you love?

I should fight… Lilymon and Panjyamon are both fighting so hard…

And as the flowers and ice protected her, she wished the violence would somehow end, that the world could be saved without bloodshed…

But it was not to be, and so she cried, cried for every digimon that lost their lives on this battlefield, and it seemed that somehow, someway, at least their spirits were comforted...

Still, the bearer of purity couldn't even manage to cast a single healing spell, couldn't do anything to truly alleviate the bloodshed, and so she was truly, bitterly sad.

And in the center of the battle, Fallen Devimon stood imposingly above the bloody masses, but the phoenix digimon and two female angels, one six-winged with a revealing outfit, the other with white wings of as great size as that of Fallen Devimon's… And in the phoenix digimon's large, brown talons, two more chosen stood, one having become a swordswoman, the other an archer, each having taken up these weapons in their determination to help save that world. Or perhaps "to help save their world." Would have described it better… On a nearby eagle, an armored girl stood courageously, Miyako Inoue as determined as all of them, even if she was nearly powerless.

Hikari, Angewomon, Hououmon, Sora, Takeru, Miyako, Aquilamon. And on the other side, Fallen Devimon, the demon who had brought so much agony.

The time of waiting was over. "Hell's beam of destruction!"

"Crimson Flare!"

"Heaven's arrow!"

"Blast Laser!"

"Double Shuriken!"

The attacks collided, a rainbow of light against an all-engulfing darkness. The flames crimson in shade, the red rings that paralyzed, both overwhelmed, the arrows and shuriken disappeared into the void, and that arrow Takeru shot silently missed the mark…

If they were paying more attention to their opponent, they would have heard a cry of pain, a pain which cut through Fallen Devimon's shoulder and made his tentacled arm useless. But they were all far too busy falling to the ground and trying to land safely to focus on combat, survival is always a stronger instinct…

Aquilamon was wounded badly, throwing Miyako wounded and behind the battle lines, digimon fought in front of her, but not near her. She would survive, though the wounds would be vast, perhaps too painful to bear.

The eagle itself plunged into the forest, but it was still big, it could fight on with size alone. Survival, on the other hand, was a different matter entirely.

Hououmon fell as well, her enormous wings shielding Sora and Takeru. It seemed on its feet at the very least, still battling, but trying to protect her human partner and the one that girl loved.

Angewomon's wings were torn, her clothing tattered, good for fanservice, perhaps, but fighting on would be suicide. She clenched her exposed arm, trying to at least get up and provide some ranged support, hopefully she wouldn't be seen.

Hikari slowly rose from the trees, a semi-transparent ball of white light wrapped around her body, seeming to shield her from the surrounding darkness.

"Devimon. You have brought death upon the digimon in this world, ruining so many lives. And if you are allowed to live, you will only bring ruin to more." She spoke majestically, in a voice reminiscent of that of Angemon, as the demon digimon thought back to his first end, to the words Angemon spoke…

The forces of good are more powerful. Even you can't stop us. I'll destroy you and bring peace to the island.

Your powers have gotten far out of control and must be extinguished! I am ready to fight for peace!

Those words, that determination… Devimon had seen it before, heard a similar heavenly voice.

And it was only weeks ago that he had recovered from that last encounter…

Shielding his eyes, the black-winged demon regained his composure. "And you'll stop me, O mighty Numemon queen?"

Hikari's face contorted into something resembling rage, preparing for the next barb…

"And not only did you fail to save the Numemon, your fear was so great you weren't even willing to wield your power until after they were all dead. And what if you do so now, do you think the light will somehow cleanse the darkness and restore this island? You're no Angemon, your humanity is your weakness."

"The light heals." Hikari said flatly, once more unflinching before the darkness. "It does not destroy any but those like you, those who are so in love with evil and hate that they care not how much suffering they bring!"

"Like it healed the Numemon, or perhaps the Deepmon?" Fallen Devimon taunted, and Hikari's light turned into a bursting nova, which she soon redirected, sending the entirety of her light at the grotesque devil digimon.

"So you will fight." Devimon responded, and after some motions with his hands, a beam of black light surrounded by a reddish buffer between it and the night sky sped into the nova-like burst.

It pierced the light, pierced the chosen of light, and sped through the back of both herself and the sphere, as Hikari fell softly to the ground once more. But as she fell, she channeled the remains of that light into a mighty white laser, which she shot towarsds the demon with the last ounce of her strength.

And as it pierced Fallen Devimon's leg, Hououmon shot upwards, the golden phoenix determined to stop him. While Sora and Takeru embraced one another in the ultimate-level digimon's talons, the phoenix unfurled her four golden wings, charging them up with red flame.

Her armored head gazed at the demon, red and purple feathers trailing behind it, and Fallen Devimon looked back, then took aim at the bird's talons, even as he knew what awaited him.

"Hell's beam of destruction!" The same attack he had used so many times before, deflecting harmlessly off the firebird's brown claws.

"Starlight…" The phoenix began, as her normally golden wings were red with bright flame. "Explosion!"

And in an attack of searing heat, after strong efforts from Hikari, Sora, Takeru, and even Miyako, facing a phoenix brought upon by the love Sora and Takeru shared, Devimon finally perished.

But the battle had not yet ended. The black gears still functioned even after Devimon's death, and in time, Cyber Dramon's forces were crushed. A new leader had taken command of the army of darkness, a new enemy, an old friend, and an old enemy at once. The Kaiser had returned to the digital world.

And as the defeat was seen, even as Iori threw his life away confronting the Kaiser one last time, Angewomon and Miyako both looked over Hikari's wounded body… "Take good care of her…" The angel digimon pleaded, preparing a spell.

"Angewomon?" Miyako asked, as the angel digimon lay upon Hikari's body one last time…

"Live, Hikari-chan… Please live…" She said, collapsing on top of the bearer of light, as her energy was sapped away…

Hikari Yagami opened her eyes, only to watch Angewomon fade away. And as she tearfully collapsed into Miyako's chest, the saga of Fallen Devimon could truly be said to have ended.

But the Kaiser still lived, the digital world was still in great danger, and the journeys of the remaining chosen children were not yet over.

The path of a chosen child is a sad one, they are doomed to always see tragedy after tragedy, fight against the darkness with few victories, and even those few are bittersweet. But at least they had won.