There is no hope for the Forbidden Door digidesstined and digimon alike. They are taken out, left laying on the ground, lifeless and motionless. Mox digs in the dirt, trying to find some energy to do something, but there's nothing. All he can do is lay and listen to the others suffering, the life slowly draining out of them one by one.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, clawing desperately for another moment- another chance- but there's nothing to be done for it. Darkness Bagramon hovers over them all, the weight of his power blanketing them, pounding them into the ground deeper and deeper. There's nothing to be done for it.

They've lost.

All Mox can do is close his eyes and wait for death to finally claim them. His only comfort is he won't live long enough to have to explain his failure to everyone who care about the group of people slowly, steadily, breathing their last around him.

He exhales. He inhales. He listens as Darkness Bagramon approaches, the end truly drawing nigh for all of them. He wishes he could at least say goodbye to his family one last night. Could at least thank Seth and Roman one last time for always being loyal and having his back, no matter what. He groans as more pressure digs into his ribs, down his spine, burying him deeper into the ground.

This is it. It's over. Mox's chest falls quiet, his body still. Helpless. Cooling under the overcast afternoon sky overhead.