Valdurmon is a large, intimidating Digimon. Takes up a lot of the crystal blue sky, staring down at the ground. Watching as life moves on beyond it. Decades have passed with it just beyond the viewpoint of living beings below, giving the creature space to roam, to observe. Just to be. It is a lonely existent, but it's a good one.

Until the Dark Ocean cracks open and seeps through, tendrils creeping into the very core of the Digiworld. The Digidestined think they defeat it, but it remains, bleeding into corners and edges barely observed. It slowly seeps into the very fabric of Valdurmon's existence, twists it, leaves the creature suffering and trapped in its own skin.

It fights and it struggles, not wanting to cause problems, not wanting to make others suffer in the same way it is. But something shifts, and shifts again, and with each bone-deep shift, Valdurmon loses more and more control of itself. Fights to regain control of itself and fails over and over again, unable to do anything but watch the Digidestined below succeed, fail, then regain control of the situations they find themselves in, save the Digiworld time and time and time again.

Valdurmon struggles to take advantage of their success, use it to power itself against the darkness swirling deep inside of it, but failing again and again. Eventually he loses all control and roars out one last cry of distress before crumbling, give in to the horrors of the creature creeping deeper and deeper inside of it, overwhelming, controlling every inch of it and manipulating its power, its body to the swirling, lissome mass of evil that it only can catch glimpses of.

There's nothing it can do to stop what's to come. All it can do is hope the Digidestined are strong enough to destroy the darkness within it, whatever it may cost in the end.