Mox looks far from thrilled about any of this. "Don't think you should be here," he says, lips twisted in displeasure, a furrow in his brow that Seth hasn't seen there in a long time.

"I'll be fine," Seth says, gingerly walking past him. "Knee's not as bad as we feared, just need a little laproscopic, some rehab, I'll be-"

His words falter when Mox grabs him by the shoulder, all but wrenching him back. "Hey!" he yells, barely keeping his balance on his iffy knee. "What the hell, man-"

Mox gets in his face, still holding onto his arm. "It's not safe," he reiterates. "We don't know what we're gonna face out here, and now you're down a leg?" He scoffs. "Go home, Seth. I can lead this group. We don't need you."

A flash of pain crosses Seth's face- not from his knee for the first time since his match against
Jinder- and for a moment, Mox's anger falters. Is replaced by something almost resembling regret, but Seth shakes his hand off violently and steps away. "You don't get to dictate what I do any longer, Mox," he says, spitting the name out like it sickens him.

"Guess not," Mox says, a cool facade taking over his own expression. "Well, good luck to ya then." He wanders off, leaving Betamon and Otamamon to exchange uncomfortable looks before rushing off to meet up with their partners.

The place Luke sends the group is desolate, at lack for a better term. Seth isn't sure what to think about it, it's foggy and dark, dreary and difficult to properly make anything out more than a mile or so away. "Come on," he says to the group of Digidestined behind him. It's Royal Rumble week, so there are more than usual, or at least that's how it feels as he gingerly walks across the hard packed ground to make his way over to where the light is beckoning on their digivice maps.

Miz, Ciampa, Xavier, Joaquin, Mendoza and Owens all stay close behind him, like they know he needs the backup, but he ignores them, and the whispers from the others who are less considerate of Seth's wellbeing. Of his lingering weakness thanks to his knee. They're close. He's about to turn to the others and urge them to be prepared... when there's a flash of purple light behind him and-

"Holy shit," Mike breathes out, eyes wide with horror as he looks behind Seth at... something.

Seth slowly turns to look and can do nothing but gape. "Ah, fu-" he's about to say, the words melting into nothing as the purple gleam grows, wraps around them all. Leaves them unable to move or do anything else.

-x

Luke had sent Mox and his group of AEW and NXT wrestlers to a separate area requesting assistance and, despite every one of his misgivings about leaving Seth's group to fend for itself with Seth's knee as screwed as it is, he had begrudgingly gone. But now, standing outside of the village, staring down at his digivice, something is stalling him. Leaving him restless, like he's being called somewhere other than the flashing dot on his digivice indicating the area right in front of him. "Shit," he breathes, shuffling back and forth on his feet. Trying to decide what to do.

It's then that Otamamon speaks up, voice shaking. "Mox," he says, tugging lightly on his partner's pantleg. "Something's wrong."

"Shit," Mox repeats, kneeling down to quickly scoop Otamamon up and run back to the digiport. "Hold the hell on, Seth, we're coming," he says, lunging forward with his digivice extended. "Digiport open!"