Things after Wrestlemania have shifted. It happens, it's normal, and Damian imagines he can take over as lead Raw Digidestined as champion and with Seth off on injured leave after sacrificing himself for Cody Rhodes' title chase. He knows it'll happen again in a few weeks, with the draft, but for now he sits at ease in some level of command, watching the Raw and AEW group wander around, waiting for Luke to direct them.
Hook and Orange are off to the side, trading a bag of chips back and forth, the rest of the group mingling while they wait. He's relieved to see that there's no real visible tension in the group right now, which is a relief considering what's been going on the last few weeks. He's just looked up when Luke appears, a frown on his face. "What's up, boss?" he calls out, the rest looking up.
"There's been reports of digimon getting overwhelmed by virus energy," Luke tells them, standing rigidly with his hands crossed behind his back. "We need you to try to figure out the origins, but first there are some villages being targeted by these digimon and they need help."
Damian grimaces, then nods. "Tell us where," he says, squinting at the map on Luke's massive screen, various dots indicating spots where cries for help had come from. "Got it," he mumbles. "Are the other Digidestined handling some of these?"
"Yes," Luke says. "There are too many for just them to shoulder it though."
"Yep, got it," Damian says. "You all ready to go?" He watches as the group of Digidestined move, Hook stuffing his chips in his backpack before he and Orange join the others, eyes hidden behind sunglasses for both of them, but clearly focused nonetheless. "Digiport open!"
The trip itself doesn't go that badly, Damian exhales as he lands on the other side, looking around. There's a pillar of smoke in the distance and he glances over his shoulder at the others before they all head in that direction, Julia and Malakai keeping pace with PAC, Dom and Rhea together for the last time as Rhea too will be leaving after this for her own recovery. The rest of the Raw digidestined are scattered behind them, and he tries to keep an eye on them, but he's more interested in the billowing smoke thickening the closer they get to it.
"Digivolve, Arkadimon," he's just said when something slams through the smoke and impacts with the ground at his feet, sending him flying backwards into Dom and Rhea, who struggle to support him. "Shit," he says, trying to stand up. "Arkadimon?"
Before he can fully focus on the world before him, a familiar cry of pain echoes through the afternoon sky and he pales. "Arkadimon!"
A tall female digimon stands, her fingers gripping him tightly, his face twisting in pain as she digs in, data beginning to trickle out of the wounds. "Evil," she says. "You are all EVIL! I will DESTROY YOU!"