[Myodion Manor, Nadir District…]

Dracmon and Dexter traversed through the dark hallways of Mydoion Manor, returning from the chaos that was unfolding in the Central District. Despite the turnout, Dexter was excited to see that things worked out in the end. Omnia was falling into chaos, and news from the other side was coming in of the chaos that Milo stirred about, causing mass destruction in a high-class neighborhood. This was only the beginning of the Nadir District's revolution.

The pair, approaching the throne room of the manor, took a moment to compose themselves before walking in. They were greeted by maroon walls overtaken by the shadows and moonlight from the windows lining the room. The one seated on the throne was obscured, but Dexter could make out his frame. Despite the massive size of the throne, the one seated on it…was human-sized?

"Status report," the human-sized entity spoke out in a deep, ethereal voice.

Dracmon bowed, "The Zenith District has yet to respond to our assault. ODF forces engaged immediately; however, without Alphamon, we will be in control in due time."

"And Lucemon?"

"From what I understand, they've also made progress within the human world, my liege…though…"

"What?"

"They're a Zenith!" Dexter pointed out, "Are you sure that they're trustworthy?!"

"Their goals align with ours. Like our Lord Bagramon before us, they, too, have been wronged by the Zenith." The hidden figure explained. "For now, continue to focus your attention on the corruption of the four main districts. Leave the humans to Lucemon."

Dexter gasped, "But why?! I was promised to—!"

A powerful wave of darkness flung Dexter over and into a wall. He crashed and collapsed onto the floor, grunting in pain. Even in a Saibatar body, it still managed to hurt.

"Dracmon, when the Zenith District retaliates, you have my permission to unleash your true power. Lord Bagramon's resurrection rests in the destruction of the Zenith District by any means."

Dracmon grinned, "Thank you, my lord!"

"And as for you…" The figure stood from the throne and began to approach, the moonlight revealing their face. Dexter was surprised to see a dark-skinned boy not much older than him dressed in a regal black uniform with purple highlights along the sleeves and pants. In addition to it, his eyes also had a purple tint to them, signifying him being, in fact, a Saibatar.

"…yes?" Dexter replied, trying to make sense of this human-like lord of the Nadir District.

Holding out his hand, a red orb appeared with the Digital Hazard symbol rotating within it. "Provide assistance to Dracmon. If anything stands between you and our goals, then unleash this."

Dexter gulped hard and nervously reached for it. "What is it?"

"A virus siphoned from Lord Bagramon, capable of eradicating all digital lifeforms if left to its own devices."

Hearing that made Dracmon tense suddenly. He quickly hid his shock from their leader, however. He knew better not to question it.

"Yes, your majesty…." Dexter nervously took the program and stored it in his D-Streamer, unsure of when or how to use it. He guessed he would know if it came down to it.

"Good. Now follow me, the both of you." He said, beginning to walk out of the room.

Both Dracmon and Dexter turned, sensing the dark and powerful aura radiating from him. Purple and black binary stirred about in the darkness, his form changing within the shadows. Dracmon and Dexter both looked towards one another and took off after him, wondering what the "King of Omnia" had in store for them…

[STREAM Corp, Trenton, New Jersey, one week after the Omnian Invasion...]

Chatter filled the auditorium as contracted V-Streamers, and influencers found themselves gathered from the corners of Netspace. Some who recognized one another grouped together in some sections, but for the most part, outside of Omnia, they were strangers to one another.

All of them had the same story that led them here. Out of nowhere, Omnia was brought offline, resulting in mass chatter on the web. News reports on social media suggested it was brought about by a bug, resulting in the Hubspace undergoing emergency maintenance. However, what many thought was just a quick patch turned into hours...which turned into days...which eventually became a week, after which they all received an invitation to come in person to a special conference where all of their questions would be answered.

The majority accepted it, as V-Streaming for some was their livelihood. If they couldn't access Omnia, then they would be in deep trouble financially speaking.

Little did they understand, however, of the dire situation that was befalling Omnia itself...

Within the wide auditorium was the small stage that stood in the center. The crowd saw a pair make their way on it, and they slowly quieted down. One was a tall, brown-haired, well-built man wearing a dress shirt with the collar undone, dark khakis, and shoes. He was joined by an attractive, tan-skinned, mixed Asian woman with her hair favoring one side of her shoulder. She wore a dark yellow dress, a black blazer, and a pearl necklace around her neck.

For anyone else, one would think they were upper-classmen on a date night. However, by the silence in the room, it was very clear who they were and the authority they possessed here at STREAM Corp.

"Most of you know why you're here this evening," The tall man announced without greeting the crowd.

"Yeah! When is Omnia going back up?!" One heckler exclaimed.

"What he said! We had streams scheduled and everything!" another one-shot.

Like a domino effect, the murmurs erupted, causing the tall man to sigh. The woman next to him let out a giggle and pressed on her device. "Let me show you how it's done."

The man rolled his eyes and allowed his partner to speak. With that, she took center stage and cleared her throat. "Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Miranda Sakurai, senior scouting officer of SAIBA Corp. Today, I come before you all to regretfully announce that Omnia has been officially shut down indefinitely as of today."

A moment of dead silence later and even more voracious the crowd became, howling and screaming for answers. The tall man leaned over the shorter woman, "Stop fooling around and get to the point of the matter."

Letting off another giggle, the woman stared at the irate crowd and took a deep breath. "Now, now, I know you all have questions-

"Like hell we do!" Another heckler called out. "Where do you people get off, leaving us in the dark like this?!"

"If it weren't for us, STREAM Corp wouldn't exist!"

"A little transparency wouldn't kill you, blowhards, would it?!"

"Transparency..." Miranda pondered the thought as the comments continued to fly toward her. "All right then...how's this for transparency? You're all lucky."

"Lucky?! You're basically firing us, and you call that a stroke of luck?! Screw off!"

At this point, the taller man was growing irritated and stepped up. "That's right. Each and every single one of you is lucky to be alive right now."

In stark contrast to Miranda's teasing of the crowd, the man's statement brought an ominous tension amongst them. The hecklers were rendered silent, not knowing why such a statement shook them the way it did.

"Nice one, Mason, you made them all crap themselves..." Miranda crossed her arms.

"As if your mocking produced any results..." he countered. "Allow me to expand on my statement. Yes, as of this morning, the board of directors has deemed it unsafe for anyone to access Omnia at this time. And yes, it goes beyond a minor bug fix. It's time for all of you to meet a special individual tied to Omnia itself. She will explain exactly what Omnia truly is, in addition to a solution for this issue that we as a community are facing." Mason turned to his side and motioned to the 3rd figure to come up on stage. Gasps and pauses reverberated as the red-haired woman made her way to the center, silver-framed glasses glistening from the spotlight overhead.

The young woman turned her attention to the crowd, gaining more shocked expressions as bit by bit they recognized her. "Sorry about the opening, I'm still working on talking to a large crowd..." She brushed her hair aside as her jade eyes stared at the crowd. "My name is Dr. Melanie Whitaker of SAIBA Enterprise's Research and Development department. However, since you all are streamers, you probably know me better as the Princess of Omnia.

The crowd remained tense as they processed her presence. Melanie swallowed her nerves and exhaled. "We don't have much time, so I'll do as Mr. Ward suggested and get to the point of the matter...

...Omnia—or rather I, need your help."