Prologue: Revival
Two years have passed since the Xros War that occurred when the world was split into zones. Thanks to the king and his legendary human partner, all was peaceful for the citizens residing in the world. However, those conspired against it weren't as fortunate. Those with a heart of malice and evil had to atone for their actions. The king of the Digital World was completely unaware that an old location which was destroyed in the Xros War, had come together and rebuilt itself. While the King and his group of friends were investigating the enigma that was known to be called DigiQuartz, the five evil Death Generals that were under the command of the Bagra Empire were serving their sentence for the atrocities they committed. In this hell, one by one, they were subjected to a cruel punishment. Until their data recovered, they were trapped in this dominion. With the fall of Quartzmon, the creator of DigiQuartz, the Digital World was returned to a time of peace between the Seven Kingdoms. However, the five Death Generals had remained in this hellish realm. One of them, the Fire-Fury General, was trapped in an arena. His "might makes right" way of life was pitted against him in endless combat.
"Oh-ho-ho-ho! How fun!" a voice cheered. The being who laughed concealed their identity behind a cloak.
"This time, put it all into your attack!" the individual taunted. This angered the Fire-Fury, who charged in a rage. The one taunting him avoided the obvious bait. From behind, their partner waited. The being raised its weapon, a scythe, and cut through the flames. It then countered with an energy wave.
"Gah!" the fire-fury yelled in pain as the blow crushed his stomach in. He was a red dragon. His entire being was bruised; his arms slashed at and his upper body scarred all around and burned.
"Oh-ho! That shock and surprise is unlike you! I've lost count of what number battle this is. But seeing that change...could this be the one that 'breaks' you...?" one of his torturers laughed. The "battle" was one sided. The dragon tried to fight back, but no avail; his injuries meant he was easily overpowered and made a fool of. A final attack knocked him into the wall. The dragon crumbled to the ground.
"Hang on!" the smaller torturer told his fellow partner.
"...what?" his bigger partner asked.
"Enough with the child's play, let's move on to the serious stuff!" he replied, and went over to pick up a flaming sword.
"Hmph…very well." their partner's smirk glowed from underneath the cloak's hood. They backed away. Their partner walked towards the dragon and stopped when they noticed something rather pleasing.
"Oh, finally stopped fighting, eh?" the cheerful being lifted the blade. The fire dragon tried to stand. However, his composure trembled. His tormentor went in for a stab to the dragon's heart. The sound of a bell ringing in the distance stopped the blade from impact. The smaller being turned to the dragon. His body started vanishing into small bits of yellow light, much to his torturer's discontent.
"Aw, his sentence is over? Right at the good part! I finally was going to use his own sword against him" the tormentor whined. Their partner turned around, "Our work here is done."
"Oh alright…" the smaller being whined. A glowing smirk appeared under the hood of their cloak. "Count yourself lucky. But a being of your character doesn't last long in a peaceful world."
The dragon took one last look at the blood-red sky illuminating this completely desolate wasteland before vanishing away completely.
"Farewell, Dorbickmon. Perhaps next time, your sentence will last longer!" his torturer shouted as the two individuals watched the trail of light float toward the sky.