Chapter 13: The fury of the ocean
Neptunemon had just finished the last of his tasks before returning to his abode in the Valley of the Sirens. The day had been long and exhausting, filled with meetings and important decisions that, though necessary, were becoming increasingly tedious. The truth was, he still hadn't gotten used to leaving Island Zone so early, not returning to his small castle each evening where the sun reflected off the crystal-clear waters surrounding his home, creating a light show that always provided him a sense of peace and well-being. This had been his home since the fall of the Olympians until his recent marriage, where he had agreed to move in with his wife.
He also missed seeing his servants more often; the inhabitants of Island Zone. They were a vibrant and diverse community, full of digimon who, over time, had become more than mere subjects: they were his family. Among the possessions of all the Olympians, Island Zone was one that housed the most digimon. And Neptunemon loved that. Each encounter with them, each greeting, each small conversation reminded him of why he dedicated himself to protecting and ruling that place. The digimon, with their stories and dreams, gave life and purpose to his existence.
However, with all this business of "the move," he had to travel every day, after finishing his duties, to what was now the home of his wife. Well, now his too, after all. It was a complicated transition. Although he loved his wife deeply and understood the importance of this new home, he felt that a part of him would always belong to Island Zone. Deep down, there was an internal struggle: the desire to be present in both places and the impossibility of doing so. Every night, as he made his way to the Valley of the Sirens, he couldn't help but think about his castle, his servants, and the life he had left behind, even if only temporarily.
These thoughts accompanied him during the journey, causing his mind to wander between memories and yearnings. Sometimes, he wondered if he would ever find a way to balance both worlds, to feel complete in both places without the constant feeling of leaving something behind. Meanwhile, he strived to adapt and find new routines that would make him feel more at home in his new abode, trying to keep alive the hope that, in time, the Valley of the Sirens would become as dear to him as Island Zone was.
He swiftly crossed the waters separating Island Zone from the Valley of the Sirens, driven by the urgency to return to his new home. The transition between the two worlds, though familiar, always left him with a feeling of uprootedness. Upon arriving at the valley, he headed directly to the galleon where he now resided with Ancientmermaimon. However, as he approached, he noticed something unusual: the galleon was bustling with activity. A large group of Mermaimon, around fifty, were gathered on the deck, and around the ship, Depthmon stood watchful and alert.
"It must be a simple meeting organized by my wife, nothing more," thought the Olympian, trying to reassure himself. Yet, a slight unease settled in his mind. He moved stealthily to avoid interrupting and drew closer to hear what was being said. The Mermaimon were so engrossed that they didn't notice his presence.
Now he could see the situation more clearly. One of the Mermaimon was in the center, speaking passionately and gesticulating intensely, while all the others listened attentively. The scene struck him as odd; normally, Ancientmermaimon would be at the forefront of any meeting of such magnitude. His wife's absence concerned him. Where could she be at such a crucial moment?
Neptunemon stayed in the shadows, trying to decipher the purpose of the gathering. Every word he managed to catch increased his curiosity and worry. He knew the Mermaimon were loyal and dedicated, but the fervor with which they listened to the speaker made him wonder if something significant, something he didn't know, was happening.
Neptunemon's mind wandered to possible scenarios. Could Ancientmermaimon be involved in some matter she hadn't shared with him? The trust between them had always been solid, but the nature of recent times had imposed certain silences and secrets. He tried to calm himself, reminding himself there was no reason to distrust. Perhaps it was simply a routine meeting, one of many that didn't require his immediate attention.
However, the unease persisted. Neptunemon realized that adapting to his new home not only involved getting used to a new physical environment but also to new dynamics and responsibilities. Being aware of every detail, understanding every movement, and maintaining harmony were tasks he was still learning to manage. He decided to wait and observe a little longer, convinced that the answers to his doubts would soon reveal themselves.
"From now on, I will take command, due to the extraordinary situation we find ourselves in," Mermaimon was saying. Her voice was firm, strong, and authoritative—much more so than any of the other Mermaimon; she must have held an important position.
Neptunemon reflected on what he had just heard. Only Ancientmermaimon could command the rest of the Mermaimon. The uncertainty and worry intensified within him. What extraordinary situation was Mermaimon referring to? And why wasn't Ancientmermaimon leading all this?
"One moment," Neptunemon said, interrupting the speech.
"Ah!" exclaimed Mermaimon, disappointed. "Hello, Neptunemon. Ladies, it would be best if you leave us alone for a moment."
Immediately, the Mermaimon obeyed, leaving Mermaimon and Neptunemon alone on his wife's galleon. The silence that followed was tense and laden with expectations. Neptunemon felt the sea breeze caress his face, a stark contrast to the unease pulsing in his chest.
"You must be wondering what all this is about..." Mermaimon began. Her eyes were wide open, and she wore a forced expression that made Neptunemon uncomfortable.
"Of course. Was this 'event' your idea?" Neptunemon interrupted, suspicion growing within him.
"I had no choice. It was what I had to do after the kidnapping of Ancientmermaimon," Mermaimon continued. Her tone attempted to convey sadness, though it failed to do so.
"Kidnapped, Ancientmermaimon? What nonsense is this?" Neptunemon couldn't hide his surprise and concern.
"Seraphimon came for her this morning. I saw it with my own eyes: I was there," Mermaimon responded, defending herself against Neptunemon's reproach.
"And why didn't you help her?" Neptunemon grabbed her and pushed her against the side of the ship, causing the wood to creak under the pressure of his hand.
"I couldn't. If I had intervened at that moment, he would have killed us both. It's better this way," Mermaimon said, her voice trembling with fear and the tension of the moment.
Neptunemon released her, realizing she was right, even though it was hard to accept.
"So, have you called this meeting to inform the others?" Neptunemon asked, trying to maintain his composure.
"Exactly," Mermaimon replied. "Until she returns, if she returns, I will be in charge. I am her second in command. This is the opportunity I've been waiting for a long time..."
Mermaimon's negativity deeply bothered Neptunemon. His anger was palpable; he had always been a passionate individual, a contrast to his usual wisdom and sanity. He needed to channel that energy somehow.
"Fine. You'll be in charge, but you must keep me informed of all your movements," Neptunemon said, firm in his decision.
"Understood," Mermaimon replied, resigned. She knew she had to obey Neptunemon's orders, even if she didn't like it.
Neptunemon turned his back and walked away, his mind working on a strategy. He had an idea that could change the course of events, a move he hoped would be enough to protect Ancientmermaimon and his kingdom.
The tension on the galleon was palpable as both Digimon faced the reality of an unknown threat and the difficult decisions they had to make to protect what they loved.
Neptunemon turned his back and left. His mind buzzed with a grand idea. He hurried back to Island Zone, moving with unusual speed and determination. Once there, he headed to a large underwater cave located a few meters off the coast. It was a place he had visited countless times but always considered crucial.
The cave was shrouded in darkness, and the atmosphere was cool and silent, except for the gentle sound of water echoing off the rocky walls. Inside, rested Plesiomon, a magnificent creature of colossal size that had inhabited Island Zone since time immemorial. Despite its immense power, it had always been peaceful and respected by all the inhabitants.
Neptunemon observed Plesiomon more closely. It had been a long time since he had seen him, and he had forgotten some details of his imposing figure: his long neck, his whitish skin with yellowish tones, his large, rounded fins, the small tuft of red hair, and his face with features sharpened by the passage of time. The creature, initially startled by the unexpected visit, calmed down upon recognizing Neptunemon.
Neptunemon gestured for him to leave the cave. Plesiomon obeyed, moving with a surprising grace for his size. Once outside, Neptunemon took something out from his armor, an object he always carried with him and had kept hidden for a long time. It was spherical, with dark blue tones contrasting with the red spheres inside, and an X mark at the center. It radiated a tremendous power.
Plesiomon shuddered at the sensation of such power.
"Calm down," Neptunemon said in a soothing voice. "The X-Antibody won't harm you."
He had kept the X-Antibody since it was theoretically eradicated, just in case. Neptunemon didn't know when he would need it, so he had stored five samples in his home and planned to use one right then.
He approached Plesiomon, who tried to move away but knew he couldn't. When the X-Antibody made contact with his body, the beast began to transform. His size increased, and his neck elongated considerably. His skin took on a more intense glow, with bluish tones that reflected the light of the water with an almost ethereal radiance. The blue markings on his fins became larger and a much deeper color, almost like sapphires embedded in his flesh. His small tuft of red hair transformed into a vibrant golden mane, moving like flames underwater.
His eyes, once calm and full of wisdom, now radiated a contained fury, a latent energy that seemed capable of unleashing at any moment. The features of his face became sharper and more defined, giving him a fiercer, more determined appearance. The fins, once rounded and smooth, now had sharper and more robust edges, ready to cut through water and, if necessary, through any enemy.
Just as Neptunemon had anticipated, the X-Antibody had transformed Plesiomon into a fierce digimon, ready for any battle. This change was exactly what Neptunemon needed to face the looming threat. Although he knew this carried risks, he was willing to take them to protect Ancientmermaimon and his kingdom.
With Plesiomon transformed and ready, Neptunemon felt a bit more prepared for what was to come. He knew the fight would be tough, but with powerful allies like Plesiomon, he hoped they could overcome any obstacle.
The Olympian mounted the now imposing Plesiomon, holding onto what seemed like two long, thin fins, almost like whiskers, extending from its mouth. He felt the creature's vibrant energy beneath his hands as he directed his companion towards their next destination: Cherubimon's Castle. Only there could his wife be held captive.
As they sped through the waters, Neptunemon reflected on the situation. It was obvious that Ancientmermaimon was held captive there; in such a short time, it was impossible to have moved her elsewhere. Besides, the angel's abode itself was a well-known prison, a perfect place to hide someone so important.
The journey wasn't excessively long, but every second felt like an eternity. Neptunemon couldn't get the image of Ancientmermaimon in danger out of his mind, and fury consumed him. As they approached the castle, the imposing structure loomed before them: a fortress of stone and magic that radiated an aura of power and mystery. It was his first time there, and he hoped it would be the last.
When they arrived, Neptunemon dismounted from Plesiomon's back with agility and gave him instructions, whispering in his ear with detailed precision. Plesiomon, now a formidable beast with renewed strength, seemed pleased with his new task. His eyes gleamed with an unfamiliar ferocity as he charged at the main gate, creating a large breach through which Neptunemon entered.
The sound of the impact echoed throughout the castle, alerting the guards. The Goatmon who served Cherubimon quickly appeared, their eyes filled with surprise and fear. Seeing that Plesiomon was prepared to destroy the castle, they ran to call their master. They felt genuine terror; they were not accustomed to facing such dangers.
Neptunemon took advantage of the distraction to slip into the castle. He moved through the corridors with determined steps, his mind sharpened by adrenaline. He could hear the echo of the Goatmon's hooves and the roars of Plesiomon continuing his assault. His plan had to be swift and precise; there was no room for error.
"Ancientmermaimon must be in the dungeons," Neptunemon thought as he navigated the labyrinth of corridors. The castle, with its cold, damp stone walls, seemed like an endless maze. However, he trusted his instincts.
Every corner of the castle seemed to breathe the presence of Cherubimon, a being whose power and cruelty were well known. Neptunemon knew that facing him would not be easy, but he had no choice. Memories of moments shared with Ancientmermaimon flashed through his mind, each one fueling his anger.
Finally, he reached a large hall leading to the dungeons. The Goatmon, overwhelmed by fear, barely offered any resistance before being pushed aside by Neptunemon's force and determination. The iron door leading to the cells was guarded, but Neptunemon did not stop. With a swift and precise move, he dispatched the guards and opened the door.
The darkness and silence of the dungeons were unsettling, but Neptunemon pressed on without hesitation. He knew that every second counted and that Ancientmermaimon depended on him. Deep down, he felt that his wife's fate was in his hands, and he would not let anyone deter him from his mission.
Neptunemon continued advancing carefully, undetected, towards the depths of the underground prison. With most of the Goatmon occupied by the chaos caused by Plesiomon, no one but he and the prisoners seemed to be in that dreadful place. The silence was almost absolute, broken only by the echo of his footsteps and the distant rumbling of Plesiomon's attacks on the surface.
The prison was vast, with thousands upon thousands of cells housing the inmates. Neptunemon couldn't help but compare this place to Hell's Field, the ancient prison of the Olympians. Although the prisoners here enjoyed more comforts, the aura of despair and confinement was just as palpable. Hell's Field had been a death trap, designed to break anyone who found themselves there, while this prison, though less cruel, was still a place of punishment.
Neptunemon observed the portals leading to the isolation cells of each prisoner. Each portal was a reminder of the countless lives confined in that dark underground. He wondered if Ancientmermaimon would be in one of those cells or if, due to her position, they had opted to provide her with something more befitting her status.
He continued moving forward without stopping. His gaze scrutinized every corner in search of any clue about his wife's whereabouts. As he delved deeper into the prison, there were fewer portals. Instead, there were unoccupied cells that looked quite deplorable. The walls were covered in dampness and mold, and the air grew increasingly dense and heavy.
"Where could they have taken her?" Neptunemon wondered. His mind was racing, analyzing the terrain. Every passing second increased his worry and his fury. He knew he had to stay calm to think clearly, but the urgency of the situation made it difficult to control his emotions.
Suddenly, he noticed something peculiar. Before him stood a new set of cells. Though they were as deteriorated as the others, they had more robust doors and additional locks. He approached cautiously, trying not to make any noise. He could feel a presence nearby, an energy that felt familiar to him.
"Ancientmermaimon, are you there?" Neptunemon called out. Maybe if she answered, he could find her and get her out of there.
"Neptunemon, is that you?" a female voice responded. It wasn't Ancientmermaimon.
Neptunemon recognized her instantly, even though he hadn't heard her voice in a long time. It was a surprise; he hadn't suspected she was there. In a way, it was also a joy, though he knew it would cause many problems. Nevertheless, he had to help her.
"Where are you?" he asked, trying to locate the source of the voice.
"Here, captive," the female voice replied, with a hint of irony.
Neptunemon had figured as much. She always tended to beat around the bush and use humor in uncomfortable situations.
"Yes, but where?" he insisted, growing impatient.
"Look up," she simply said.
Neptunemon looked up and noticed a large birdcage hanging from the ceiling by a chain. It was made of metal and seemed quite sturdy, though worn from what must have been numerous escape attempts. Inside the cage, the figure of the prisoner was clearly visible.
"Come up here and save me," the voice said urgently.
"You were always the one for heights. I can't climb up there," Neptunemon responded, considering his options.
"Then do something. Don't just leave me here like..." The voice broke, holding back a bitter comparison to Dianamon. "As if you hadn't noticed my presence."
"I'll try to break the chain holding your cage to the ceiling," Neptunemon said, determined.
"That will do," the prisoner replied with a sigh. "Or so I hope..."
Neptunemon prepared for the task, taking his trident and evaluating the chain. He knew he needed precision and strength to succeed without harming the cage's occupant. As he focused, he couldn't stop thinking about Ancientmermaimon and the complexity of the situation. Now he had another person to rescue, further complicating his mission. But Neptunemon was not one to abandon those in need, and this time would be no exception.
He stepped back a bit; he didn't want the massive cage to crush him. He aimed at the weakest link of the chain, hoping his strength would be enough to break it and free the prisoner. With a fluid and precise movement, he hurled his trident like a javelin. The impact was precise and devastating, shattering the chain and causing the cage to crash to the ground with a deafening noise, breaking apart in the process.
From the debris emerged a majestic figure. An enormous bird with a vegetal body that resembled a terrestrial paradise, always fruitful and spring-like. Its two massive wings, adorned with flowers and leaves, extended until they touched the walls of the prison, filling the space with a wild and natural beauty. Atop its head stood a female figure, in a simple purple dress that matched her hair, shining with a serenity and strength befitting a deity.
"It's been a long time, Ceresmon," Neptunemon said, admiring the imposing presence of the digimon before him.
"Yes, a long time; perhaps too long," Ceresmon replied. Her voice resonated with a mix of nostalgia and sadness.
Ceresmon had been one of the most punished after an ancient failure. She had always had a revolutionary streak, a willingness to question and challenge that was not well received among the Olympians. Due to her indomitable nature and rebellious spirit, she was condemned to be secluded and kept away from the rest of the Olympians, who considered her a reminder of a threat to the established order. To them, Ceresmon no longer existed, erased from official history and their thoughts.
Neptunemon couldn't help but feel a mix of compassion and respect for her. He knew that freeing Ceresmon could bring him problems, but he also knew it was the right thing to do. His own morals and sense of justice compelled him to act.
—I'm sorry, Ceresmon. This should never have happened —said Neptunemon, stepping closer to her.
—You don't have to apologize, Neptunemon. I knew my path wouldn't be easy —Ceresmon replied, her gaze filled with a defiant serenity—. But now, tell me, what are you doing here? This doesn't seem like an official mission.
Neptunemon sighed, knowing he didn't have much time for detailed explanations. Ceresmon understood that Neptunemon hadn't come here for her, and it was merely a coincidence. If he hadn't rescued her years ago, why would he do it now?
—It's best if you leave. I still have things to do here —Neptunemon said with authority.
—I understand —Ceresmon replied, stretching her gigantic wings.
—I suppose you won't have any trouble avoiding Plesiomon X... After that, get far away from this place and everything it entails —Neptunemon warned her.
—As you can imagine, darling, I'm not staying here. I'll head to the realm of an old friend of mine. I hope to be safe there —Ceresmon responded, trying to calm her own doubts while planning her next move.
—Meet me and the rest of the Olympians at the Palace of Mirrors in two days. We'll bring you up to speed then —the god replied, knowing he couldn't reveal much more at that moment.
—Have things changed that much? —Ceresmon asked, sensing the tension in the air.
—It's better if you don't ask —the Olympian responded. His tone made it clear that some truths were too heavy to discuss now.
—Then, I guess I must say goodbye for now —Ceresmon said, preparing to leave Cherubimon's Castle.
Neptunemon watched her as she left. His mind was still trying to process what had just happened. However, he couldn't stop. He knew he had to find Ancientmermaimon, but freeing Ceresmon had been an unexpected yet welcome event. With one last look at the broken cage, he headed deeper into the prison, determined to rescue his wife.
Still shaken, Neptunemon continued his search for Ancientmermaimon with fierce determination. He finished examining the lower level of the prison, disappointed at finding no clues. He ascended to the next level, having initially started from the bottom due to the stringent security there, but now it seemed he had misjudged Ancientmermaimon's location.
The new floor was considerably smaller than the previous one, making the task of inspecting it quicker but also more tense. Every cell and corner were scrutinized meticulously. From this level, the sounds from outside were much clearer. He could hear the deep roars of Plesiomon X, the desperate screams of the Goatmon as they faced the beast, and the deafening noise of the castle's rocks breaking under relentless attacks.
Despite the chaos, Neptunemon maintained his focus. He knew that the distraction provided by Plesiomon X wouldn't last forever. He had ordered the creature to flee as soon as Cherubimon entered the fray. He couldn't afford to lose Plesiomon X to an impulsive and selfish act. It was a valuable resource and a loyal friend.
—There's nothing on this floor. Only the upper level remains —he murmured to himself, feeling the pressure of time and growing desperation.
The third level, the upper one, promised to be the most challenging. Neptunemon mentally prepared himself to face any obstacles that might arise. His mind was flooded with thoughts of Ancientmermaimon, imagining her captive and suffering. He couldn't afford to fail.
With every step he took, he felt the heavy burden of responsibility. The image of Ancientmermaimon, with her grace and strength, gave him the necessary drive to keep going. He knew he had to act swiftly and precisely, using all his skill and experience as an Olympian to overcome the impending dangers.
As he climbed the stairs to the upper level, Neptunemon adjusted his trident, ready for any confrontation. The atmosphere became more oppressive and silent, as if the castle itself was breathing in rhythm with him. Upon reaching the top, he paused for a moment to listen, hoping to catch any sound that would indicate Ancientmermaimon's presence.
—Don't worry, I will find you —he promised quietly, with unshakable resolve.
The last underground floor of the prison was even smaller than the previous one. Neptunemon knew that if he didn't find Ancientmermaimon there, he would have to search in Cherubimon's personal quarters, which would make things exceedingly complicated. The prospect of facing Cherubimon directly on his own turf was daunting, but Neptunemon was willing to do whatever was necessary.
He quickly surveyed the area, his eyes scanning every corner with a mixture of hope and desperation. There were only four cells on this level, all shrouded in oppressive gloom. He stopped in front of the last cell, and his heart skipped a beat. There lay the inert body of Ancientmermaimon, delicately sprawled on a small and seemingly uncomfortable stone bed.
—Ancientmermaimon! —he whispered urgently, his voice trembling with a mix of relief and concern.
Neptunemon wasted no time. With a decisive move, he broke the bars of the cell with his trident, the pieces of metal falling to the ground with a dull clatter. He stepped into the cell and carefully picked her up in his arms. Despite her state, she was still breathing: she was just unconscious. A wave of relief washed over him momentarily, though he knew the danger was far from over.
As he held her, Neptunemon couldn't help but notice how fragile she seemed at that moment, so different from the powerful and majestic figure he knew. His mind filled with memories of their time together, of their laughter and her strength. This gave him the motivation he needed to press on, to protect her at all costs.
—I'm going to get you out of here —he promised softly, even though he knew she couldn't hear him.
Neptunemon adjusted his grip and prepared for the difficult journey back. He had to be quick and silent, avoiding any possible encounters with the guards or, worse, with Cherubimon himself. Every second counted, and he couldn't afford any mistakes.
The burden in his arms was light, but the responsibility he felt weighed heavily. With determination, Neptunemon began to move. His mind had already planned the safest and quickest escape route. He knew that whatever awaited him, he would face it with all the courage and strength he had. Ancientmermaimon depended on him, and he would not fail.
Neptunemon quickly exited the castle, focused on getting Ancientmermaimon to safety. As he reached the outside, a chaotic scene unfolded before his eyes. A horde of Goatmon desperately tried to stop the unleashed fury of Plesiomon X, whose brutal attacks made the palace foundations tremble. Each blow from the colossal creature knocked down columns and walls, sending debris flying in all directions. The Goatmon, despite their bravery, were clearly overwhelmed, their attacks barely making a dent in the beast, which roared and charged with unstoppable force.
Neptunemon, carrying Ancientmermaimon over his shoulder, made his way through the confusion. He knew they didn't have much time before Cherubimon or more powerful reinforcements arrived. With skill and speed, he climbed onto Plesiomon X's back, holding firmly onto the long, thin fins that protruded from the creature's mouth, almost like whiskers.
—Let's get out of here, friend! —ordered Neptunemon with a firm yet urgent voice, his eyes reflecting the mix of determination and concern he felt.
Plesiomon X, obeying the Olympian's instructions, let out one last defiant roar before turning and moving away from the battlefield. Its movement was swift and fluid, diving into the depths of the sea with a grace that belied its colossal size. Neptunemon maintained a firm grip, ensuring that Ancientmermaimon was securely held and protected.
As they moved away, Neptunemon cast a final glance back at Cherubimon's palace, now partially destroyed and engulfed in chaos. The Goatmon, though brave, had not been able to stop Plesiomon X, and the destruction caused would be a clear sign of the audacity of their rescue.
—Hold on, Ancientmermaimon. We'll be safe soon —Neptunemon murmured, more to himself than to his unconscious wife.
The journey back to the ocean depths was quick but tense. Neptunemon knew they needed to find a safe refuge where they could recover and plan their next move. The battle against the angels was not over yet, and the repercussions of their daring rescue would be felt throughout the realm. But for now, the most important thing was Ancientmermaimon's safety and gathering strength for the inevitable confrontation that lay ahead.
Cherubimon, accompanied by Sistermon Blanc, nervously watched from the balcony of one of his towers. His gaze was fixed on the destruction and chaos unfolding below.
—Cherubimon, Neptunemon has freed Ancientmermaimon, just as we anticipated —said Sistermon. Her voice was laden with anticipation as she looked at Cherubimon.
—Yes —he replied, calmly—. I was warned not to confront Neptunemon. Facilitating the rescue was the best course of action. What I didn't expect was that Plesiomon X. Where could he have gotten it from?
—I don't know. However... —she continued, hesitating for a moment. She hated delivering bad news—. Not everything is good news.
Cherubimon looked at her with interest, sensing the discomfort in her voice.
—Tell me.
—Ceresmon has also escaped —she finally said.
Cherubimon's demeanor darkened. Furrowing his brow was almost impossible for him, but at that moment, his expression hardened, reflecting his displeasure. He was aware that any change in his attitude could have serious consequences.
—Check the damage to the castle and order repairs —he said, his voice low and controlled. He had moved Ancientmermaimon to a low-security cell precisely to prevent Neptunemon from finding the other Olympian. This was going to have serious repercussions.
—Yes, sir —Sistermon responded, bowing her head before leaving to carry out the orders.
Cherubimon tried to calm himself. He stared at the sky, always starry, that dotted the area. The stars shone with unusual intensity, contrasting with the dust and debris-laden atmosphere. Today had been a very long day, full of unforeseen events and challenges. As he gazed at the firmament, his mind filled with thoughts about the difficult times ahead for the angels.
"Ancientmermaimon and Ceresmon free... This complicates things more than I expected," Cherubimon thought. He needed to adjust his plans quickly. He knew that the release of these powerful Digimon would upset the balance of power and bring new threats and challenges. Peace in his realm hung by a thread, and he would have to act with cunning and determination to maintain control.
—The game has changed, but it is not over yet —he murmured to himself, his eyes fixed on the stars, seeking in them the inspiration and strength needed for what was to come.