in the end, there's a door, almost invisible, except for a small shaft of light coming from the bottom, close to where Ciampa had slid when the fight had officially ended. Still, the escape from this weird 'room' takes awhile, because of the various injured digidestined and weak digimon partners needing help just to walk towards it. After so long spent in such a monochrome existence, being back among blue skies and green grass, and everything else that comes with nature, is overwhelming and Seth too feels like collapsing to his knees and sobbing into the dirt for a few moments.

Instead, he holds himself steady and guides the others as best as he can through a small field of flowers until they reach the nearest digiport. "Here we go," he sighs. "Luke can help us."

It goes without a glitch or any other issue, the digiport immediately lighting up and sending them on their way back to Luke's cavern.

They've barely landed when there's a commotion, many digimon and eventually Luke himself kneeling down before them, resting one hand on Seth's shoulders, and the other on CM Punk's. "You all are still alive," he gasps, tears beading up in his eyes. "It... it's been so long, I was sure..."

Seth stares at him in amazement, not used to the digital entity such as Luke to ever show this degree of emotions. When Luke lunges forward and hugs them both tightly, he glances over and exchanges an incredulous look with Punk before gingerly reaching up and patting Luke's back. "I get it, man. I thought we were goners too, but uh, we have a lot of hurting, exhausted humans and digimon behind me, so maybe... let's help them first, then we can discuss all that's happened the last few days. Alright?"

"Oh," Luke gasps, immediately scrambling away from Seth and Punk and casting a hurried look around at the others collapsed upon the ground. "Yes, of course." He immediately stands and starts barking out orders, getting more help, assisting the digidestined and their partners elsewhere safe and quiet to rest, get looked over.

Seth chuckles, then groans deep in his throat as he's helped up next, entire body throbbing and protesting. Before walking off, though, he turns back to Punk and holds a hand out. "C'mon," he says quietly.

Punk only hesitates a moment before meeting him halfway and allowing himself to be pulled up to his feet. They both sway afterwards, disoriented and weak, but when they stabilize and when Punk looks at him again, there's a rueful twist of appreciation in his eyes and he nods briskly, too weak to speak.

Seth smirks a little, claps him on the back, and turns to head gingerly towards where the insistent Jijimon at his side keeps directing him.