He's on top of the world. He's flying high. Being back in the ring after all of these months had felt so good, and it's almost as good being in the Digiworld. A lot has changed since he's been gone, people leaving, people coming back. The Digidestined team is vastly different, and he's not sure how to wrap his head around it. He hums to himself and looks over at Seadramon before checking his digivice. There are a couple of issues going on at once and he can tell the bulk of the digidestined are on the other side of the map, so he feels comfortable wandering around and approaching each dot as it comes, destroying them easily thanks to Seadramon's rejuvenated powers.

The data tickling against his skin feels incredible and, after Seadramon takes out a Ponchomon trying to hypnotize weaker digimon to do his bidding- who knows what, exactly- he stands up tall and stretches his arms out on either side of him, sighing softly as he breathes it all in. Seadramon gives him a few minutes before they continue on, slicing through a Grimmon who had been slicing through rookie Digimon. After sterilizing Sparrowmon and a deranged looking Zerimon, they find themselves back where they'd started, the other digidestined looking curious as he marches in, triumphant and smug.

"You handled all'a those?" Heath asks, eyebrows lifting as he checks his digivice. "Damn, ya wiped 'em all out." It had just been one of those days where there'd been multiple attacks happening at once and Seth had ordered the three others to remain behind, deal with the village in danger of being destroyed entirely. He's glad to see it was a wise decision, the buildings still in tact as distressed Digimon wander around, trying to make sense of the aftermath.

"Of course we did," he says, resting a hand on Seadramon's slithery back. "Did you expect anything less of us?"

Wisely, Heath, Mike and Alicia keep their mouths shut as they turn to watch Strikedramon take one last sweep through the village to make sure all danger has passed. "Hopefully the others are doing as well," she says quietly.

"They're fine," Seth drawls, finding himself undisturbed by what Dean Ambrose's team is doing. My group is the stronger, better group anyway. We'll wipe the floor with him in terms of how many villages we keep safe, how many digimon we protect. He smirks, taking in the looks on the faces of his teammates. "It's good to be back."

Their lackluster response to this doesn't bother him. He revels in everything else around him, closing his eyes and absorbing it all over again, lips twitching up. Soon, I will be champion again... and the Digiworld will never have another problem to worry about...