The Dark Ocean is as foreboding and horrific as Seth remembers. He blinks into the grey and exhales shakily, squeezing his digivice tighter. Not that Ziggler is his favorite person by any stretch of the imagination, but just thinking about anyone left here for weeks at a time, with no hope of rescue or escape, leaves him a little strangled. He rubs briskly at his chest and tries to stay calm, turning to look at the others behind. "We ready to go?"
Asuka, Miz, Damian, Rhea, Gable, Owens, Dakota and Carmella all nod, at varying levels of comfort with what's ahead of them all. Their partners are close, clinging to their human's shoulders, or boots, or anywhere they can reach. "Let's do this," Owens says, smacking his hands against his thighs before stepping forward.
The others follow, despite none of them being sure where they're going or what exactly they'll have to deal with to find Ziggler. There's some comfort in knowing that the other groups of Digidestined, from NXT, Smackdown and the Forbidden Door group, will arrive here eventually to help out as well, but not much. For now, it's just them traversing this dark, dreary land, and it's overwhelming.
"Be careful," Seth tells them grimly. "We're not sure what digimon are aware of our presence, or what they may do in response. Stay focused, keep your eyes open. Some of us have been here before, we know what it's like, but a lot of you are new to this so do your best to not be caught unprepared."
The group nods, all eyes locked on Seth, unused to this solemn tone from him, especially lately. "Let's go," Asuka says, also keeping her voice low, her slightly crazed eyes focused on somewhere in the distance. "I sense something."
"Oh great," Carmella groans, hovering anxiously close to Rhea and Priest. The members of Judgment Day glance back at her, but neither say anything to scare her off as the group of them begin to walk forward, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious.
Seth keeps glancing between the grey surface of the world around them and the faintly flickering screen of his digivice. "Dolph's device is close," he mumbles, turning in a slow circle to make sure they're going in the right direction. "This way," he says.
They continue on through the grimy sand, everyone walking carefully so as not to stumble, not to fall, and Seth stops when the flickering on his device gets even brighter. "Hang on," he says to the others, kneeling down to dig around in the sand where his digivice is indicating. He feels a sense of foreboding the deeper his fingers scrape into the ground, worried that something will reach back up and snag him, that he will get knocked off of his feet, that no one will be able to help him , but then the tips of his fingers wedge against something and he gasps.
"What?" Rhea demands, on edge as she glances around. "What happened?"
Seth exhales, slowly trying to scrape more earth away from the hard object he'd hit against. "I think I've found Ziggler's digivice," he says, finally getting some sort of a grasp on the ridges and tugging up on it.
There's a torrent of sand blowing slowly away, the device finally growing visible between Seth's fingers and he lifts it up. The digivices may all look the same, but the crest within is a good hint, and Seth pokes at it for a moment, examining it. "That's the crest of friendship," he confirms, looking up at the others.
"Great," Damian says. "We have Ziggler's digivice. Now how do we find Ziggler?"
Seth continues to brush off the clumped up sand from the edges of Ziggler's digivice, trying to give himself time to think of an answer for Priest's question. He wishes he had a good idea, but right now, in this moment, he doesn't.