The activities of the Holy Alliance had always been the topic of discussion that would always worry him. When they raided the Holy Kingdom a few months ago, they had managed to destroy the weapon the Holy Digimon were creating. Despite their victory of taking down the Holy Alliance and their main base of operation, they knew the war was far from over. Goddramon and the other leaders had yet to be found. They had retreated during the attack, abandoning their followers and armies behind.
Barbamon frowned as he closed the door to his study. The latest activities of the Holy Alliance (at least what remained of them) greatly worried him. The last known whereabouts seem to locate around the continents of Server, Folder, Cyber, and WWW. Geographically speaking, the four continents were nowhere, by no means, near each other, consider each was being separated by the Net Ocean. In addition, none of these continents were near the Dark Area. The Dark Area was surrounded by powerful Ultimates and Perfect Digimon, including them and Grand Dracumon, and the island was surrounded by a protective aura (that was further enhanced by the Bakemon and Fantomon) that any unwanted Digimon would feel the need to run away in fear and paranoia.
Despite this knowledge, Barbamon could not stop the frustration that coated over him like an old friend, nor the frown that twitched on his lips. He would have so very much liked to send an army to those locations and hunt down the remaining members of the Holy Alliance and finally end this war. However, that would just be too easy. The locations of these sightings (with many being rumors from nearby villages) seemed a little too convenient. What were the odds that as soon as a village was attacked, there was at least two Digimon that either heard or saw the enemy retreating near the mountain region of that continent?
Barbamon hummed at that thought for a moment as he walked down the silent hallway. It was a little too convenient. It could easily be a trap. The mountains regions of those lands were vast. If he were to send someone there, he would need to know the exact location. If not, he would be risking the lives of his men and weaken their defenses in the process. He couldn't afford that. If anything he would want to have a three 'mon team in each of those lands to gather intel, so they could narrow down where the Holy Alliance truly was. Cyber and Server had the most activity, but that could be intentional to throw them off. They would have to play this wisely.
"Stupid Beelzebumon! Stupid Lucemon!" Barbamon was snapped out of his musing as he heard Lilithmon's irritating voice echoing off the walls of his floor. He wasn't concerned that his fellow Demon Lord was on this floor. Besides his room and his private study being on this floor, they also had the library. They come to this floor to use the library one way or another. Well, more him, Lucemon, and Lilithmon then the others. Beelzebumon couldn't care less about "dusty pieces of paper and leather" as he complains quite often and would rather get information by good old interrogation and hunting and Leviamon preferred getting his information from the deeps of the sea, and Demon was a different case altogether.
Barbamon had to mentally chuckle at that. Beelzebumon was the youngest out of all of them and clearly the most childish if his behavior was anything to go by. Despite his childish and sarcastic demeanor, Beelzebumon was a good kid. Barbamon had the liberty of teaching the kid and training him when he was a Wormmon. The kid was smart, very skilled, and wise beyond his years. Lilithmon and Demon might not think so with the way Beelzebumon childishly jokes around them with his smart ass comments. But that was because they didn't know him as well as he and Leviamon did.
Deep down, Barbamon knew Beelzebumon missed the 'mons he had grown up with as a child. Beelzebumon had seen the horrors of the war and had to learn to live through it. This was one of the reasons why he acted so childish. It kept him from remembering those sad times, allowing him to move past it and motivated him, in a sense, to prevent other Digimon from suffering the same fate.
He truly was a good kid.
"Stupid morons!"
Barbamon let out an exasperated sigh as he saw Lilithmon in the library. He frowned at the woman who was glaring at the golden bowl that he used to find their allies if one was ever to go missing. Barbamon could tell very quickly that the woman had just gotten into another fight with Beelzebumon. It wasn't a surprise though. Lilithmon had a terrible lack of patience when it came to their youngest. Though, Barbamon knew the main reason for her temper was due to her inability to get Lucemon to talk to her. It was obvious the two liked each other, but Lucemon was too much of a coward to comfort his fears where there really should not be. Between those three, Barbamon just knew he was going to be driven to drink.
"Did you lose someone?" Barbamon asked as he leaned against the doorframe of the library. Lilithmon grunted in response as she continued to stare at the purple water within the bowl.
"Lucemon left the castle without telling anyone and he has yet to come back!" If this had been something Barbamon hadn't expected, he probably would have inquired more on the subject. But, sadly, it didn't. Lucemon had gone off on his own many times before and had always returned. Although, the reason for his sudden disappearance and if it was a wise choice was debatable. Either way, Barbamon would not want to be Lucemon right now. Lilithmon was, unfortunately, more ticked off than usual. "And the moron refuses to tell me where he went!"
And by 'moron', she probably meant Beelzebumon. Barbamon sighed. This wouldn't be the first time that she allowed her emotions to get the better of her before thinking clearly. The fights between the two have occurred far too many times for his liking.
"Did you even let him explain himself this time?" Barbamon kept his voice and posture void of his annoyance as the other Demon Lord whirled around in her seat and gave him a snarl. Barbamon pointedly ignored the fiery glare that was sent his way. "Of course you didn't." Barbamon frowned as he continued without giving the other a chance to comment. "You are so quick to judge him for his childish behavior without even knowing him."
Lilithmon averted her gaze from his and opted to stare at the ground. At least he was getting through to her. Now only if she would take his words to heart. "I would advise you get your temper in check before you judge him so harshly as you always do." Barbamon moved away from the doorframe and turned to resume his walk to the Planning Room for their meeting. "If you can cool your head within the next fifteen minutes then I would be happy to see you at the meeting." Lilithmon looked up in surprise.
"A meeting?"
"Rather you attend the meeting or not is of no consequence to me." Lilithmon's bright blue eyes flashed in pain as if she was being excluded from the meeting. "If not, you and I will speak when Lucemon returns."
Legend had always said that the Dark Area was known to be a dark and spooky place. To be the birthplace of the most dangerous and evilest and vilest of Digimon. This was why those who were ignorant called the Dark Area the graveyard for deleted data.
He could not deny of the Dark Area being created from the very darkness or negative energies of the Digital World. That was the truth. He also couldn't deny the level of power the Digimon that lived here had. Many of the Digimon here were plain frightening in appearance and from the powers they wielded. However, everything spread from ignorant and fearful Digimon were simply exaggerating the truth. The Dark Area, like many of the other islands in the Digital World, was covered in trees and rocky mountains (that could be deemed dangerous for a small baby) and was surrounded by the Net Ocean (which had its own amount of dangers). However, because the Dark Area was away from the mainland and barely got any light (the Red Sun was barely as bright as the other two suns) making the Dark Area give off that dark and spooky vibe, and creepy look.
The trees that covered a good portion of the landscape had a dark and eerie vibe to them. The trees were naturally dark and had a sprawling look as branch spread out in all directions, with some hiding the ruins and passageways that lead to Demon's Castle (which he had been kind enough to let them stay in), Grand Dracumon's Castle, and the homes of the other inhabitants that lived here. Living in this part of the forest were several Bakemon, Fantomon, and Bakumon. These Digimon were the first line of defense against intruders.
Lucemon stiffened, pulling the baby closer to his chest as a wave of darkness and fear washed over them, followed by an unsettling sound. Lucemon glanced down at the small child in concern. Wrapped around his chest was a dark brown fabric that Elecmon had a called a sling. Within the sling was Ken who had been wrapped in a light blue blanket (made by Swanmon herself) to keep him warm during their travels. Lucemon's eyes lingered to the child, noticing that he was whimpering in his sleep and that his small hands were clinging to the blanket and balling into little fists. Lucemon found the sound to be very unsettling to his ears and the frightened expression on the baby's face just made the uneasy feeling even more pronounce.
Lucemon knew the Bakemon and Fantomon were just protecting the land and their home from invaders. But he'd be damned if he was going to allow them to make this sweet innocent child feel afraid and unwanted in his new home.
Lucemon hovered several inches above the ground as he used his powers to give off his own warning before planting his feet firmly on the ground. The other Digimon, feeling the challenge of another on their territory, exited their hiding places behind the dark, creepy trees, ready to strike and chase the intruder away. However, they froze upon seeing who they had threatened and unfortunately, it was one of the Great Demon Lords. Said Demon Lord bared his teeth, snarling at the dozen or so Bakemon and a Fantomon that surrounded him and the whimpering child they had sensed enter their forest.
"Harm this child," Lucemon growled threateningly at them as he shifted his gaze from one Ghost Digimon to another, "and it will be the last thing you do."
Lucemon's sharp blue eyes finally landed on the Fantomon that was the leader of this specific group. The Perfect level Digimon's eyes were wide and frightened as he gazed down at him. Every Digimon that was in the Virus Court or heard of it knew of the war on the mainlands. The Demon Lords were known by everyone. They were legendary! And challenging one of the members of the Demon Lords was not wise. They were a frightening group with the powers to destroy worlds if they wanted to. So it was only natural that Fantomon would be the most afraid. It was one thing to be on the receiving end of Piemon's tantrums and weird plans or punishments, but it was something totally different to be on the receiving end of one of the Demon Lords, especially when said Demon Lord had a history of having a frightening temper.
The Ghost Digimon averted his eyes away from the Demon Lord and looked quickly at the small child he had sensed earlier. The child was small and very young. Fantomon could see a small patch of dark hair and wide frightened violet eyes that were just beginning to shimmer with tears. Fantomon swallowed the lump in this throat as he looked away. He had a sinking feeling that the child must have been napping just moments before they gave off their warning. He had not sensed Lucemon when he passed through the gate. Although, the Demon Lords were good at hiding their presence, so it only made sense that Lucemon would be hiding his to avoid detection from the enemy. Besides, even if Lucemon wasn't hiding his presence, Fantomon wouldn't be able to distinguish him from another Digimon anyway. He had not perfected that skill yet, as the others had.
This, however, did not help their cause one bit. Fantomon had done the dangerous thing by challenging one of the Demon Lords. He should have paid attention to the dangerous aura he received when Lucemon gave off his own warning with his powers. Now they were facing the consequence for his mistake.
If Fantomon hadn't been so scared of the repercussion of his actions, he would have noticed the beads or sweat that began to form on the others bodies. He would have seen the others cowering behind him as shock and fear wrecked their bodies when the child began to cry. But he didn't notice any of that. All he noticed was the dark look Lucemon was giving them and it only got darker and more frightening when the baby began to cry. An edge of protectiveness seemed to wash over Lucemon as his glared intensified. Despite his best not to, Fantomon could not prevent the tremor of fear that engulfed him before Lucemon's features softened.
He blinked. Fantomon was sure he wasn't seeing things right. There was no way Lucemon, the Demon Lord of Pride, the Demon Angel of Death, was showing such kindness and gentleness towards a baby. Yet, as they watched the impossible, they couldn't help but feel shocked.
"Shh, it's okay. It's okay, my little one."
Fantomon looked over his shoulder to see the Bakemon looking at Lucemon in equal shock. Many of them had their mouths gaping open, while the others were watching with wide eyes. Lucemon was never this nice or kind. What changed?
"There's nothing to be afraid of. Your safe here."
Fantomon returned his attention to the Demon Lord who was smiling softly at the baby as he tried to soothe his fears. Of course, those were fears that they have caused and, unfortunately for them, they didn't think to silently scatter away into the darkness of the forest when Lucemon was distracted.
Unfortunate being the key word in their situation, considering Lucemon was having no luck at calming the child down. Luck was clearly not on their side when Lucemon's head snapped up to glare at them. No more did Lucemon have that soft, gentle look that he had been wearing a moment ago. Now all that was there was a fierce warrior, the Demon Angel, that would annihilate his enemies for the evil they had committed without an ounce of mercy. And, unfortunately, they were the cause for his anger and rage, making them all flinch in response. If Lucemon had gotten his way, they would have been completely annihilated, their data returning to the Village of Beginnings to be born anew. However, they had been saved.
"Gentlemen, there's no need to shed any bloodshed!"
Actually, he took that back. They were not saved at all. They were now faced with a much bigger problem.
"General Piemon!" Piemon exited from the shadows of the trees on his right, an amused smile was plastered on the clown's face. The sound of Piemon's voice brought shivers down his spine. Piemon was exactly as the rumors say about him: he was downright sinister and frightening. Just like Beelzebumon, being on Piemon's bad side was not wise. It was like cursing your own fate to death.
"I'm sure they did not mean to frighten the child, Lord Lucemon." Despite the cool and apologetic expression on Piemon's face, Fantomon knew they were in trouble. The glint in Piemon's eyes when he looked at them was enough to tell them that he was not pleased. They were so dead.
Lucemon shifted his sharp gaze to Piemon as he chose that moment to interfere. Technically, Piemon had every right to. He was simply acting on whatever orders Beelzebumon had given him. Lucemon too had his own lieutenants, as did Barbamon, Leviamon, Lilithmon, Demon, and Belphemon. However, Lucemon was still very ticked off and didn't really think about how angry Beelzbumon would be if he destroyed a couple of his soldiers.
Piemon must have figured out Lucemon's line of thinking for he had placed himself firmly between him and the frightened group of Bakemon and Fantomon. "Lord Lucemon," Piemon bowed slightly, his hand resting on his left breast, "as the General of the Nightmare Soldiers and as Beelzebumon's second in command I would like to offer my deepest apology for any inconvenience these lackeys may have caused you and your guest."
The Clown and the Angel promptly ignored the "HEY!" coming from one of the Bakemon before he was shushed by Fantomon, who was quite frankly more afraid now then he was before.
Lucemon, however, could not stop the rage that filled him as he plucked the baby out of the sling and held Ken's trembling body in his arms. "That does not excuse their actions!" he snapped. "Ken is absolutely terrified. I do not appreciate having my child thinking that my allies are going to hurt him, just because they did not bother to properly sense who entered through the gate!"
The Ghost Digimon flinched at Lucemon's rage, while Piemon nodded in understanding. "I understand your concerns, Lord Lucemon." Piemon's voice was still calm and apologetic as he spoke to the enraged Demon Lord. "I deeply apologize for their actions. It was never our intentions to make him feel this way." Lucemon's frowned as he tried to soothe the crying baby and his boiling temper. "This will not happen again." Lucemon nodded, knowing Piemon would be swift on spreading the word about the child he had brought into their ranks.
"For your sake, you better hope so," Lucemon's growled threatening that made the group of Ghost Digimon tremble behind their leader. "For if it does, it will be your head on my mantle."
Despite the threat of being beheaded if he did not keep his word, Piemon remained unfazed. "Of course, Lord Lucemon," Piemon simply replied before turning to the group of cowering Digimon. "As for you," Piemon (now addressing the group of cowering Ghost Digimon) now had a dangerous edge in his voice that made the group tremble even more, "return to the headquarters. I will deal will all of you when I return."
"But— " one of the Bakemon tried to protest, but he was hit by Fantomon with his scythe.
"Of course, General Piemon." Fantomon bowed to Piemon respectfully.
"In the meantime, I will be assigning a new group to patrol this area for now on." Piemon stepped forward, his hands folded behind his back when it looked like another Bakemon was about to protest his decision. Piemon's eyes narrowed slightly as he bent forward, practically towering over the group, his voice low and dangerous. "Be grateful that it is me that you are dealing with and not Lord Beelzebumon."
As Piemon turned his back to them, Lucemon faintly wondered how it was possible for the Ghost Digimon to look more white then they were before. "You are all dismissed." Piemon waved his hand in a dismissive motion as he returned his attention to him and Ken. The group of Bakemon and Fantomon quickly scattered away into the darkness, like they have never been there in the first place.
With the looming threat caused by Fantomon gone, Lucemon found himself relaxing and returning his full attention to the cry baby in his arms. Lucemon used his other hand to wipe away the tears that had collected on Ken's cheek as he continued to sob. "It's okay, Ken. They are gone now. You're safe." Lucemon was vaguely aware of Piemon watching him silently as he tried to soothe the child.
After what seemed like hours, Ken finally did calm down, but the fear was still visible in his violet orbs. Lucemon sighed, unsure if there was anything he could do about that. The child had been just born, almost abandoned and killed by this father, and then uprooted to a new, unfamiliar world with strange creatures.
"He's quite a beautiful baby, my Lord." Lucemon nodded at Piemon's comment as he held the child in a comforting embrace. Of course, the child had not taken notice of Piemon. Lucemon began to wonder if he would be afraid of the other when he did take notice of him. "It's a shame," Piemon said with a sigh, "his father was too brainless to not see just how beautiful and precious the child he was trying to abandon truly is." Lucemon was going to respond in agreement to the statement, that was until he realized that Piemon knew of what transpired on Earth between the child and the Human Male.
Lucemon's head snapped up, more in confusion than anything else. Piemon simply smiled at him, knowing that he would connect the dots on his own. And he did. It didn't take long to figure out how he must have known this information without being there. Or to be more accurate — who put him up to this.
"Beelzebumon put you up to this, didn't he?"
Piemon tilted his head at the question. "He was worried." Piemon smiled as the baby began shifting in his arms. "You were quite…agitated his morning when you left," Piemon continued as Ken began to look around his new surroundings. "He just wanted me to keep an eye on you and report to him…" Piemon trailed off dramatically, tilting his head slightly, looking as if he was searching for a word. "Be-fore something bad happened."
Before Lucemon could even comment on that, violet orbs finally landed on Piemon. Piemon flashed a smile, showing his pearly whites, at the small child. "Why hello there?" Piemon greeted. "Curious little thing, ain't ya?" However, that may have gotten the opposite effect than he intended. Piemon's smile fell as violet orbs widened in fear and began to fill up with a fresh batch of tears.
Lucemon found himself frowning as well. Piemon may be a bit sadistic (and may be a little intimidating), but he hated seeing any child hurt or upset (and that involved crying) just as must as Beelzebumon did. Lucemon watched as Piemon sighed, rather dramatically, before reaching into his back pocket and pull out a small toy. Lucemon blinked at the toy. The small toy was a yellow plush giraffe. The giraffe had an orange nose, big black eyes, orange and yellow ears, and two blue horns on top of its head. The giraffe had a yellow crinkle body that had three half circles on its body, a stubby tail, and two round feet.
"Here you go." Piemon shook the giraffe. The small toy produced a rattling sound, which quickly caught the baby's attention and curiosity and stopped the tear before they could fall. "No sweet little baby should go without his very own toy." This earned a coo from said baby. The two of them chuckled as Piemon gave the baby the peace offering. At least they managed to stop him from crying.
Once the toy was placed in Lucemon arms and between him and the child, Ken cooed as his small arms touched the toy. The two of them smiled as they watched the newborn snuggle into the softness of his first toy. This made Lucemon warm up inside. When he first found Ken, he had nothing to call his own. The child had been so scared and so very close to death. But now he looked so happy, despite being in a strange world. Shame he'll never get to know this mother and how much she loved him. The thought made Lucemon's smile faltered a bit.
One day, when he was older, Ken would realize he was different from the rest of them. It would only be a matter of time before he would start asking questions about where he came from and his heritage. That day won't be for many years now, but Lucemon knew he would not have the answers for those questions. He had no idea who the child mother was and he didn't even want to think about the father. Lucemon knew he was going to dread the day when Ken learned the truth of how he ended up with him and when he did he hoped it wouldn't damage the sweet innocent child he was growing to love.
"I'm not so scary now, am I?" Lucemon returned his focus to Piemon, who was flashing a smile at the baby. This time Ken didn't seem threatened by the other Digimon. In fact, Ken only response was to coo tiredly before he snuggled into Lucemon's chest with his new toy cushioned under his head to serve as a pillow. "Aww, guess he's tired."
Lucemon gently placed the baby back into the sling, making sure he was warm and secure. In response, the baby yawned and then drifted to sleep in seconds. "He's had a long day."
"I know." Lucemon returned his gaze to the other Digimon, a small frown twitching at the corners of his lips.
"How?" Lucemon asked. How could Piemon possibly know what happened on Earth anyway? He never once sensed Piemon when on Earth.
Piemon flashed a smile at him. However, the smile he gave him wasn't like the one he gave Ken. That one was a harmless smile, a welcoming smile. The smile Piemon gave him told him that Piemon was not going to utter a word. He was going to make him figure it out on his own. Damn clown.
Piemon lifted his hand and gestured in a 'follow me' gesture before turning on his heel and walking in the direction from here he came from. A frustrated sigh left his lips. It was obvious Piemon wasn't going to flat out tell him what he wanted to know, so Lucemon had no choice but to follow the Clown Digimon deeper into the forest.
The forest grew more thicker and darker the further they went. Every few seconds, Lucemon glanced at the sleeping child. As the seconds grew to minutes and as the minutes grew to hours, Lucemon found his wings twitching in anxiety. Lucemon's eyes glanced around every so often when he heard a passing Digimon. Lucemon grumbled, knowing that he was being ridiculous. The Dark Area was the safest place in the Digital World to be, but that did nothing to the protective instincts that were overtaking his mind and reflexes.
"Where are we going, General Lieutenant Piemon?" Piemon glanced back at him with a smile still plastered on this face. Although, Piemon always seemed to be smiling. The only time he ever not smiled was when he was frustrated, or disappointed.
"Tell me, Lord Lucemon. Has Lord Beelzebumon ever told you about the Mysterious Forest of Televisions." Lucemon frowned in thought. Beelzebumon did mention something about that a while ago.
"He has," Lucemon said with a raised brow. "They are nothing but a legend, however. There is very little information about them. But these trees are supposed to show a glimpse of other worlds." At least that was what Beelzebumon have told them anyway.
"Exactly!" Both Digimon came to a sudden stop as Piemon turned to face the other, with his arms spread out wide. There a twinkle of excitement in Piemon's eyes. "These trees are not just a legend. You see these trees were very common in the Digital World, back then. Back in ancient times, when the Digital World was first being created the Homeostasis created several beings to help in this process. These beings were ENIAC, Yggdrasill, Sakuyamon: Miko Mode, Wisemon, and Anubimon."
Lucemon listened to Piemon with interest as they began to walk again. He knew of the story of ENIAC and Yggdrasill. ENIAC was the one that created the foundation of the Digital World. But that was all they knew of it. Now Yggdrasill was a different story. Yggdrasill lived in the Network Sever and oversees the Digital World's development with the help of the Royal Knights. Lucemon and the other Demon Lords did not see eye to eye with those knights, however. The Royal Knight did nothing when they saw the conflict between the two groups. The only time they finally made themselves known was when they ambushed the Holy Kingdom. There had been a huge fight between them and they hadn't seen the Knights after that. Though, that could have been because Homeostasis made it clear that they were to fix the damage and to lead the Digimon to a new era of peace. The Royal Knights were probably not happy about that.
"Now, I know you know about ENIAC and Yggdrasill. But what you don't know is that ENIAC was in charge of creating the first Digital World, Digital Prime. Digital Prime is where all the Ancient Digimon lived and thrived." Lucemon's other brow rose up to join the other as he took in that information.
"What this has to do with the Forest of Televisions then?" Lucemon asked, only to get a finger in a shushing gesture.
"Patience, Lord Lucemon." Lucemon frowned but allowed Piemon to continue. "Like I was saying, once Digital Prime was created other worlds where created. I'm sure you remember Witchelny. That's one of the other Digital Worlds from another dimension before it was destroyed." Lucemon nodded. They all knew of Witchelny. Medieval Dukemon told them of the war that destroyed their world. "On each of these worlds, where the Forest of Televisions. These trees populated the world and were nurtured and guarded by Sakuyamon: Miko Mode, Wisemon, and Anubimon."
Lucemon blinked. Now that was interesting. "What happened?"
Piemon smile faltered a bit. "War and corruption." Lucemon found himself frowning as well. "When the inhabitants, learned of the abilities these trees had, they sought to use it to watch their enemies. You see, my Lord, not only do the trees allow you to view a glimpse of other worlds. It also allows you to look into the past and the future."
Lucemon's widened in shock. If what Piemon was telling him was true then whoever looked at it could use it to change history or to spy on their enemies. Lucemon shuddered as his thoughts lingered to Goddramon. What would happen if he got ahold of that kind of knowledge?
"Because of this, they allowed their anger and hatred and desire for conflict and power brought the beginning of corruption." Lucemon gazed at him with a sense of dread. "These Digimon from these other dimensions brought nothing but death and destruction. One day the three Digimon were faced with a power hungry Digimon who had wanted to steal the abilities of these special Digimon. The four fought and as a result of their combined powers came the destruction of that dimension." Lucemon found himself, subconscious, pulling Ken a little closer to him as a feeling horror struck his core. "ENIAC and Yggdrasill were forced to create new worlds. But without Sakuyamon: Miko Mode, Wisemon, and Anubimon they couldn't create as many viewing trees as those three had. It's now a rarity for a world to even have these viewing trees."
As Piemon finished the tale, Lucemon could not even comment on it. It was one thing to learn how the world was created, but to also learn how a Digimon would go so low...just to get power was…
Lucemon shook his head to clear his thoughts. He wasn't sure what to think. It was no wonder why many passed this as a legend. Only those special Digimon had the power to create these trees and keep them alive. And now there was barely any left.
"So these trees are extinct then?"
Piemon didn't respond to the question and just kept walking. Lucemon, unsure of what to do, followed the other Digimon. The two walked in silence and it wasn't until they stopped at a clearing, where the trees separated and formed a circle, did Piemon speak again. "Not exactly."
In the middle of the clearing, surrounded by tall trees, was a huge tree. The tree looked very old and was different compared to the other trees in the Dark Area. The tree was as tall and similar in color to the rest of the trees in the Dark Area. But this tree didn't have as many branches as the others did. This tree only had four branches that were filled with leaves. The leaves blended in with the rest of the normal trees, hiding it from detection. And on the bark was a rectangular portal.
Lucemon took in a startled breath. "Is that…?"
Piemon nodded. "A viewing tree. The last one in existence."