Zack grimaces as he trudges along after Dean and Alberto. Dean is focused and quiet because of his confrontations with Kevin Owens and Alberto is tense after losing, and winning back, his US title. Dolph is in India. All in all, it's not much fun, being in the Digiworld right now. Zack gnaws on his bottom lip as they get closer to the flashing blip on their digivice foretelling danger. The Digiworld hasn't really been fun in a long time, but still. Having Dolph nearby, listening to everyone get along, if only for a little while, helps to ease his nerves.

Patamon too seems to sense the general unease of the area, flying off of his head and getting a better viewpoint of the land. He doesn't seem to see anything because he quickly returns to Zack's head, yawning vaguely. Zack grins and reaches up, lightly scratching his ears, when they all pause, hearing it. A vicious roar, the sounds of digimon screaming. The three of them exchange glances before racing ahead, their partners leading the way.

It's bloodshed and destruction that greets them, data from deleted victims still thick in the air. A crater covers as far as the eye can see, the ground scorched and smoking around it. Zack gasps as Dean gingerly steps forward. "What the hell-?"

Zack's still trying to make sense of what he's looking at when there's a flash of blue- an explosion- and Dean is only saved by the actions of Gabumon, who had spotted it and tackled him away just in time. Zack gapes at the tall digimon who stares at them from between wings as they unfurl from his body.

Otamamon hisses. "It's Darkdramon!" he exclaims as they take in this new, dangerous creature. "He's awful, please be careful." Leaping forward, Otamamon digivolves into Gesomon and sends his tentacles at the cause of all of this turmoil, trying to catch him off guard- but Darkdramon moves first, slices through Gesomon's white flesh and leaves Dean's partner frozen in agony as his data pours upon the ground.

Darcmon and Garurumon follow suit, trying to defend their comrade, but Darkdramon is faster than them as well, waving his lance at them and keeping them from approaching, none too eager to suffer what Gesomon is suffering, what finally causes him to dedigivolve from. Dean scoops Otamamon up and holds him close as he shudders and cries from the phantom pain of wounds that are no longer physically there.

His speed makes it hard to see but he twists and stares at them before releasing a beam from his eyes that blows between the digimon and strikes Zack right in the chest, shocking all of them. But instead of bleeding, of showing any of wounds, Zack merely freezes, his mouth locked in a gaping position. His eyes seem fixed as Darkdramon approaches and Darcmon moans, realizing what is happening to his partner. "He can paralyze people. Zack!" He flies forward, waving his sword desperately, but Darkdramon stabs his lance backwards and catches Darcmon in the arm, data pouring from the wound immediately.

Garurumon attempts to take advantage of the situation and digivolves again into Vajramon, but this proves fruitless as Darkdramon's gaze falls upon him before he's even finished reforming, immediately freezing him in place as well. "My lord will be much pleased," he muses with a sigh, leaning down to brush his lance across Zack's cheek, smirking as blood drips down his skin. "So very pleased..."

Darcmon feels like screaming as Darkdramon rears his weapon back, clearly about to stab Zack in the chest with it... when he realizes that Zack's eyes have moved. He gasps and stares at his partner, hoping that Zack can see him too. "We still have hope," he breathes. "We still have hope!" It's a yell, it's a curse, it's a cry for help... and then help comes. Zack's digivice blasts out of his pocket, hovers in midair, emitting enough light that Darkdramon retreats a bit, his lance held at bay now, and the warm, beautiful light streams down upon Darcmon's body.

"Darcmon warp digivolve to..." He skips his ultimate form entirely. He goes straight to the highest level of power, mega. His wings multiply, ten of them now circling his body, and his body shifts, becomes covered in blue and white armor. A mask fits securely over his face and he sighs as the power flows through him, his hands opening and closing as he takes it all in, accepts what he has become. How strong he now is. "Seraphimon!"

Turning towards Darkdramon, he tilts his head. "You have made a grave error," he says softly, taking in Zack from here. Makes sure he's breathing, his heart is beating. "I will correct it for you." Stretching out his hands towards the evil creature, he intones, "Seven Heavens!" And just like that, seven orbs of frightening strength are shot from his palms and impacts with Darkdramon. The first couple merely stagger him, but by the fourth, he can barely stay on his feet. By the sixth, he's entirely destabilized and the seventh ends him entirely.

"Whoa," Dean mumbles, still holding Otamamon soothingly. "Bad ass."

But Zack is still motionless, only his eyes moving back and forth, and as the others race forward to check on him, Seraphimon rests a hand on his forehead and tries to sense what's going on in his partner's mind, his body. Finally he sags in relief before dedigivolving back to Patamon, keeping the angelic form proving too much on him when the power is still so new to him. "He's going to be ok," Patamon offers tiredly. "This will just take some time to wear off, he should be good to go in a day or two at most."

Dean sighs in relief. "Good! I didn't want to be killed by Ziggler when he returned because his boyfriend here had become a living statue..." Dean taps Zack on the shoulder and grins when green eyes roll towards him. "Ah, see, you are still in there! Don't worry, buddy, we're gonna take good care of ya!"

"Never thought I'd feel bad for Ryder," Alberto mutters to Gabumon, who nods emphatically as they watch Patamon try to keep Dean from bothering Zack too much, and failing pretty horribly.