"Everyone set?" Punk asks, looking over the group surrounding him.

Mox huffs, rolls his head on his neck and then shrugs. "Yeah, let's get this over with."

Malakai Black, W. Morrisey and PAC simply stare back at him, Miro and Matt Rehtwoldt talking quietly to the side. The only ones who aren't completely quiet are Heath and Matt Cardona, and Punk chooses to focus on them as he talks about the mission ahead.

"Follow the dot on your map," he says. "If anyone gets separated, we'll all be heading in that direction. If you get lost, stay calm, go back to the portal if you can. We'll all find you." He runs out of words the more disinterested everyone appears so he shrugs and turns to the portal. "Let's do this thing, then."

He lifts his digivice and exhales. "Digiport open!" The first landing after so long of being away from the digiworld is always painful and he stumbles, stopping just short of hitting the ground. He's just checked the map when a shadow crosses over him and he shivers, feeling a sudden chill. He looks up and swallows. "Oh."

There's a tall digimon hovering before him, face shadowed by a hood.

The group of digidestined all freeze and look up at him, pale. "Ancient Wisemon," Mox mutters.

Punk turns to glance at him, frowning harder, but before he can say anything, Ancient Wisemon lifts a skeletal hand, his eyes glowing warningly. Time seems to stutter, shift, feels thicker somehow. "Wha... what's happening?" Punk tries to say but his words feel weird, barely seems to leave his mouth before everything turns dark around him.

He can't scream, he can't move. He can't do anything. Everything drifts away to nothingness before his very eyes.