A few miles away from the crowded streets, everything was much quieter. Greymon had moved straight for a deserted cathedral towards the north - a massive, cavernous building, adorned with sharp spires, panes of colored glass, and even a massive bell in a tower, located on the opposite end of a small courtyard.

No one came here anymore. Money had long since become the new religion of the Digital World, and even the most hardcore of fanatics didn't dare venture through the crime-infested streets to get here. The city council, however, never resolved to demolish the structure. It was a national monument - a piece of history - and while it would be preserved, it would never be torn down.

Jet and Jorcy were standing at one end of an alley, and the Greymon was about to reach the other end. He hadn't spotted the tail, and Jet wasn't about to take the chance of being caught in an alley with nowhere to hide.

The target turned the corner, and Jet and Jorcy sprinted down the alley, skilfully dodging puddles of muddy water, hopping over discarded barrels and crates, and ducking under pipes that crossed between the buildings. It didn't take them much more than eight seconds to traverse the obstacle course, and then they pressed themselves flat against the wall again, with Jet peeking out.

Beyond the alley was a cobbled courtyard, bordered on all sides by the back walls of other buildings. The Greymon headed straight for the main cathedral door, but turned at the last moment and entered by a smaller side door. Jet nodded at Jorcy, and they burst around the corner, heading for the main cathedral doors at high speed.

Jorcy hopped off the ground to eliminate instability, whipped out his guns, and fired twelve well-aimed shots at the main doors, destroying the locking mechanism as well as the hinges. A second later, both Jet and Jorcy slammed into them, spreading their impact force evenly across both doors.

The doors flew straight into the cathedral, slamming into some pews and flipping into the air. Jorcy recovered in mid air, waved his left gun around to the Greymon - who was looking around, astonished - and fired three quick shots.

His right arm swept across the room, looking for intruders. But there were none. He landed on the isle between the pews, went into an instinctive roll, stopped himself after one revolution and crouched between the pews. He didn't know where Jet was, but he knew he would be doing much the same.

Four tense seconds passed, but there was no sound or movement. Jorcy leaped into the air again, accessing HEAV to a small degree. His enhanced senses probed the darkness in a full 360-degree sweep, but there really was nothing.

He spread his feet, landing on top of two pews.

"Jet, place is clean," he called, holstering his guns.

"I know," he said, standing up.

"Think it was a decoy?"

"Might have been," Jet said.

Jorcy hopped off the pews and started looking around. It was actually quite a beautiful building. It was basically a massive hall, with rows of pews aiming for a raised platform at the front, where there was a really big lectern, several draped tables, and a very intricate pane of colored glass, depicting Ophanimon in a very artistic way.

One unusual feature of the cathedral was a massive, dragon-like statue, hunched down in the middle of the cathedral. His head was down, his wings were folded over his body, and he was obviously protecting something.

"So what now?" Jorcy asked. Jet shook his head.

"There's something familiar about this place."

"Stay and look around?"

"That won't be necessary."

Both of them spun around, trying to locate the source of the female voice. Indeed, it was a female. Dressed in a smart black suit, with shoulder-length blonde hair, and cold blue eyes. Jorcy knew that face, and so did Jet.

"Cindra," he growled. "I should have known."

She laughed. "Yes, Jet. You should have."

Hundreds - maybe thousands - of human soldiers appeared out of nowhere. They were outside the doors, they had broken through the roof, they lined the edges of the room. Jorcy could hear siege equipment outside, even as special teams stormed the room, taking defensive formations and locking on to Jet and Jorcy.

"I think we're at the right place, Jet," Jorcy called, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

"Y' think? What gave it away?"

"That human smell."

"Ah," Jet said, not taking his eyes off Cindra for one moment.

"What exactly are you trying to do here, Cindra?" Jet asked. Cindra shrugged.

"Pretty much the same thing you're trying to do. Gain an upper hand. How about you?"

"Gain an upper hand," Jet said. "You gave me my answer."

She laughed. "Jet, Jet. Same as always. Well, you'll be glad to know that you won't be stopping me. Not this time."

"What, you mean these lackeys?" he asked, motioning at the human army that had surrounded them.

Cindra shrugged. "Why not find out?"

"It would be my pleasure."

Jorcy had never seen Jet move so fast. In fact, he was sure he didn't see Jet move at all. But out of nowhere, soldiers started dying. All around him. They grabbed their necks, hearts, genitals - whatever - and fell to the ground, most moaning, some silent.

Jorcy edged himself into HEAV to see what was going on. And there Jet was, moving at an incredible speed, from soldier to soldier, crossing the room hundreds of times in the space of a few seconds. Rifles were still falling from dead hands when he came back for the twentieth round.

A few seconds later he stopped, and seemingly rematerialized where he had been standing. He was in the battle-ready stance, more than ready for another go.

It took one soldier to pull the trigger, and the entire batallion opened fire. By instinct, Jorcy went HEAV, then pushed it to the max. The world shifted and pulsed, and everything slowed down. Golden streaks became individual bullets, as everything slowed to a near-stop.

Jorcy unholstered his guns, calmly moved to the middle of the room, then hopped on top of the dragon statue, stretched out his arms, and closed his eyes. And he started returning fire.

Cindra had to admit she was impressed. The instant the soldiers had opened fire, both Jet and Jorcy had vanished - the latter in a cloud of blue light. Given the ricochets, the rifled were hitting nothing, but hundreds of men were dying all around the room. The screams of death coalesced into a stream of noise almost as constant as the gunfire.

She timed fourteen seconds, and all guns stopped. Jorcy reappeared on top of the statue. Where he had been a paler shade of dark blue a few moments ago, he had been returned to his pure white form. His guns were at the ready, and the blue haze around his arms and legs indicated that he still had plenty left.

Jet also wasn't worse for the wear. Cindra grinned, and stepped forward, climbing over the dead bodies. It was only the three of them now. Reinforcements were outside the church perimeter, but she wouldn't be needing them.

"Well done," she said, slowly clapping her hands. "I'll be sure to add 'mass-murderers' to your resumès when this is all over."

"What makes you think you'll be around for that?" Jorcy called.

Cindra smiled at him. "Let me show you."

Jorcy slammed into the ceiling, his guns missing from his hands, and all his HEAV energy drained. He held there for a moment before falling back to earth, smashing into the dragon statue and emitting a wail of pain.

His body was battered and bruised. Everything hurt - all his muscles were on fire, all his joints creaked. He hadn't felt this weak since ... he couldn't even recall anything anymore. His world rapidly dimished to Cindra's still-smiling face, and then he blacked out.

Cindra was standing back where she had started, her hands in the ready position. She looked at Jet, knowing he wouldn't put up much of a fight either. She decided to spare him - it would make things worse later on.

She pulled out a cellphone and dialled a number. "Move in," she said, and all the trucks on the perimiter fired up.

"What do you want?" Jet asked. Cindra shook her head.

"Slow learner. I want EVA - that's Carver's personal supercomputer."

"You won't get it. Not from here."

She laughed again. The stupidity of Carver's finest was really amusing.

"Silly Digimon. See that dragon over there?" she asked, motioning to the statue that Jorcy was sprawled over, dark blue and unconscious.

"That statue contains a hardline anchor into Chelone. Enough trunk width to carry the entirety of the human invasion force. Of course, I only need a small team."

"If that's the anchor," Jet said, returning his gaze to her. "You'll never get it open. Gennai wouldn't be so stupid as to give you the key."

She sighed and shook her head. "Evidently you don't know him like I do. See, the anchor doesn't need a key. It needs a massive dose of activation energy. Something way beyond any civilisation currently present on both worlds. If you're powerful enough to open the anchor, you're powerful enough to use it. That was his design philosophy."

"Which means you're stuck," Jet said with a grin.

She shook her head, motioning to a bunch of medics that were running in behind her. "The anchor has all the energy it needs. Jorcy was perched on top of that anchor, and in max HEAV, for what - five, maybe six seconds?"

The penny dropped, and Jet slumped. They had opened the door for her. God...

"There we go, Jet," she said, then raised a hand towards him. "Time for bed."

A glowing ring formed around Jet's head, and then vanished. He collapsed to the floor, unconscious. The medical teams collected both him and Jorcy, and made their way out.

Cindra stepped up to the anchor, knelt down, and brushed the dragon lightly on the nose.

It vanished in a blinding flash of light, leaving a massive, spinning ring, suspended in the air. As the ring turned, it built a cloud of energy around it. Cindra waved a hand at it, and all the energy condensed in the center of the ring, exploding and deforming into an event horizon.

The ring stopped moving, the event horizon stabilised, and the glow vanished.

Without hesitation, she stepped up to it, through the event horizon, and on to Chelone.