6.
By the time he got there, Wormmon at his heels, he was just there to see Omegamon fall.
It would have been poetic if the shock wave hadn't knocked them both off of their feet.
"Ken!" Daisuke's shout waved him over and he ducked behind the debris of a bus station to see the others. Miyako and Iori looked exhausted. Which was fair, none of them had quite recovered from what happened to them after all. And they never could and never would. That was the part of growing up that none of them talked about. "Good timing, we need Imperialdramon."
The air boomed. Ken nodded and raised his Digivice.
Then the world glitched out, right before their eyes and Iori started screaming.
Ken whipped his head to the right and saw brilliant red scales.
Then wind blew him sky-high and he went- smack, into a blue body. Their white sweater flapped in the wind, mostly. There was something gray holding him to a chest that felt too small for the clothes covering it.
"Big fella, ain't he?" asked the voice. He could hear the smirk. It felt like how he had smirked once, so sure of himself on the surface and falling apart in the rest. "You think he'd taste good?"
"What?"
"You're right," said the voice. "Probably not. He's too big, too corrupted. I'd puke before I got to his throat."
Daisuke was shouting something. Was it his name? Ken couldn't tell, really.
His eyes were stuck on the twisted, warped grey thing like an arm.
"Hey," the voice said. "Don't need to eat you. Never tried. Just… I wanna talk. Why'd you break into my files?"