Tommaso, Seth, Punk and Shinsuke stand in a line, defending their friends and other digimon from the massive evil creature before them. "This is the end for you, Ancient Wisemon, I hope you know this," Seth informs him coldly.

MetalSeadramon, Apollomon, Shoutmon XS3D, and Alphamon stand before their partners, all preparing their attacks. "We will destroy you," MetalSeadramon says, twisting around and sending a blinding beam of energy off, Apollomon, Shoutmon and Alphamon's attacks all bursting forth and mixing in with it, the attack growing in strength and speed.

"Ths is not the end!" Ancient Wisemon screams. "I will not be defeated by you Digidestined trash! THIS WORLD IS MINE!" He lifts his hands, power coating the air before him, fitting together like a shield. "I CANNOT DIE!"

"Oh yes, you can," Alphamon says, tall, strong. Certain. "And we will see it through. Us and our digidestined partners. You will not be leaving this place."

"Then?!" Ancient Wisemon scoffs, looking behind him at the four humans standing behind their partners. "They couldn't reach me, and you expect me to believe they can help destroy me?" He's thrown his head back in laughter, incredulous and almost angry at being thought so little of, when Apolomon speaks up.

"I would not underestimate them. They are very strong, stronger than some digimon I've met over the years."

Ancient Wisemon had just laughed, cackling in disbelief, when he notices something bleeding into the approaching attack, helping it to grow little by little. "NO! How is this possible!?"

Punk, Seth, Shinsuke, and Ciampa have their digivices held high, power glowing from the devices.

"You're dead meat," Shoutmon XS3D informs him coldly.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT! I will not be told my own fate by such weak creatures such as yours!" He chants something quickly, sending an attack back towards the dgimon ad humans lined up. "I will destroy you all, then turn your friends and then to earth! Everyone you love and care about will slowly, one by one, be destroyed! I am done playing with you tired people!"

He sends his attack flying high but before it can even get close, the attack barreling towards him slopes, shifts direction enough to absorb Ancient Wisemon's attack, stopping it short. "No!" Ancient Wsemon screams. "NO NO NO!" His yells, growing louder and more desperate as he continues trying to weaken or stop the attack within touch's reach now falls silent, unable to see anything useful to do beyond staring at the reflective glow.

The last thing he sees is the fear and desperation on his own face as the attack slams into him, shredding him apart all the way down to his core, screaming suddenly cutting off as he deletes into pure data.

"It's," Seth gasps, checking the map on his digidvice and finding everything around them peaceful. "It's really over."

"We did it," Ciampa groans, slumping down against the wall. "Oh my god."

Punk also feels wiped out and amazed, reaching out to grip his partner as Mokumon bounce once more into his arms. "I'm so proud of you," he mumbles, stroking the little guy gently. "I'm so glad you're ok."

"So am I," Seth says, holding onto Betamon. "Now we should all go check on the others, and find a way out of here. Check all the walls, alright? Might be a secret door we haven't noticed yet."

The other three nod, heading out to do just that while Seth wanders around and checks on the other digidestined scattered around the room, eager to get out of here but aware that they need to take things one step at a time as they try to find a safe escape from this place.