Knight of Swords
Chapter 5: The Hierophant
by Ajora Fravashi
*Disclaimer: I own Digimon. Really. And a bridge in California for anyone who believes that.
Yoshinaka Reiko thumbed through the readings given to her by the
scientists that monitored the Dark Seed's progress. When Oikawa had
watched Ichijouji, he had done so alone, without the aid of better
technology and only those hybrid mutants he called his creations as
his eyes and ears. Now that the syndicate had a greater interest in
the Digital World, she had more resources at her disposal.
Her thoughts circled back to the subject of her predecessor. He had
been a man driven by obsession and unable to cope with his friend's
death. The syndicate had seen him as an easy target and he was so
blinded by his obsession that he failed to see that the money they
dangled in front of his face to get him to continue his work was
nothing but bait. Oikawa had taken the bait and his research used to
supplement their own. Did he even know that he had been a puppet?
A frown crossed her face then. She would have to step carefully if
she was to avoid being a pawn in whatever the syndicate's plans were.
Shaking her head at that thought, she studied the readings in closer
So much new, experimental technology was being used on the Takaishi
boy for the sake of their grand plots. One particularly notable
device, a neurochip, had been implanted shortly after the sowing of
the Dark Seed. Its function may have been simple, but considering the
size restrictions and just how much programming was involved just to
get the thing to do what was needed when the time came, it was an
acceptable limitation. For now, however, it was running its background
function: to record the Dark Seed's progress and various brain waves.
According to the charts, things seemed to be going as well as they
expected. They were still unsure of what the boy was doing with his
newfound abilities, but surely information would reach them sooner or
later. It was all a matter of time.
"All a matter of time," a hagurumon muttered to himself as he hovered
from his console once his replacement showed up. The mushmon waved
cheerfully to him as he passed. Before he could exit the monitor room,
though, the mushmon paused to grab his attention.
"How goes things on the system?"
Hagurumon hummed thoughtfully at that question. It was difficult
keeping tabs on the boy their Tamer asked them to watch, but they had
to make do with what little information reached them. "I think he's
gathering his forces slowly, but I'm not sure. There's not much
information to go on and his loyalists don't like to talk to the likes
of us." That last sentence was given with an air of disgust at the
arrogance the vaccines were starting to display towards them, causing
what passed as the mushmon's eyebrows to rise in surprise. "It's as if
he knows we're watching. But I don't know how."
Blinking, the mushmon took a moment to digest that bit of information.
"How can he? Our organization has always been one of the best kept
secrets in this world. Do you think-"
"No," interrupted the hagurumon, quite emphatically. "Our Tamer never
told anyone about us and never would. The only ones who did know have
been dead for a very long time."
Mushmon shrugged in dismissal. "If you say so. Better ask the next
time our Tamer tries to contact us again."
With what could pass as more of a bow than a nod, the hagurumon
resumed his almost lazy hovering out the monitor room doorway and down
He was one of the many digimon Ryo trained but had yet to acquire a
human partner. Thus, he and his fellow partnerless digimon acted as
Ryo's eyes and ears when the Tamer could not watch the proceedings of
the Digital World himself. They ended up calling themselves the
Furekim, or Autumn Mountain in the Ainu tongue. They were supposed to
have gone inactive once Ryo was exiled, but far be it for them to
abandon the tasks they took up by choice. This was what they believed
they were meant to do.
Then just yesterday their Tamer had contacted Lynxmon, one of the
major digimon in their group who was unique because he was a vaccine.
Vaccines were rare in the Furekim for their organization was, for some
unknown reason, mostly viral. It was the first time since Ryo's exile
that any of them heard from him, and a wave of excitement came over
them all once Lynxmon replayed a recording of the conversation. They
had a real purpose again.
But according to Lynxmon, their Tamer could not yet return to the
Digital World. The one communication he opened up with the adult
vaccine was audio-only and said to have been possible because Ryo
had finally hacked into the only open port in Gennai's computer. It
was something substantial though, something they could work with and
something that gave hope to the younger, more dependent members of
And so they would wait and watch. Hagurumon paused as he looked out
the window of the complex that looked like nothing more than a small
mountain of metal parts to the rest of the world. Something out there
was making him feel incredibly uncomfortable, something he couldn't
quite put a gear on. Whatever it was, he hoped it would go away as
soon as possible. The wait was unbearable.
Pegasumon clapped a hoof impatiently on a rock-strewn mountain trail
as Takeru kept an eye on some point in the distance. From what his
partner said, Pegasumon assumed that this was going to be the day
Takeru would show Ken the castle. Takeru had been planning it for a
while and Pegasumon was eager to hear Ken's response to their project.
It had been built for Ken, after all.
Unlike Wormmon, who had a possessive streak that was downright
frightening at times, Pegasumon came to like Ken and liked Ken's
relationship with his partner. It had been good for both boys, and for
the life of him he couldn't see why Wormmon didn't understand that.
Maybe he should have a talk with Wormmon about that at some point.
Speaking of, it was probably a good thing Takeru asked Ken to leave
Wormmon and Nahualmon with the other kids for the time being. Wormmon
would be an annoyance at best.
His partner sat upon a weather-worn boulder, staring at the mysterious
silver crest and D-3 he had found after the abduction. Takeru had
explained to him not long ago that he felt that they were given to him
for a reason, and Pegasumon still wasn't sure what to think of it. His
partner had shown him the silver sword, Truth, and said that maybe
this was his new attribute.
The wind shifted, carrying with it a familiar scent. Pegasumon tossed
his mane in satisfaction as he glanced over to his partner. Takeru
looked up curiously at him, and he nodded towards the trail. With
thinly veiled excitement, the Child of Hope stood from his boulder and
straightened out his clothes before stuffing the silver D-3 and crest
into a pocket. Pegasumon didn't quite understand why he did this
whenever Ken or the other children were visiting, but humans were just
funny that way.
Ken appeared soon enough, dressed in a simple white buttoned shirt and
grey slacks. It was hardly a unique outfit, but it was enough to grab
Takeru's attention. Of course, as far as Takeru was concerned, Ken
looked good in anything. His grin softening to an affectionate smile,
Takeru stepped forth to take Ken's hands in his own. "I was hoping you
would get here soon."
"I'm sorry I was a bit late. I had some trouble convincing Miyako to
take care of Wormmon and Nahualmon for the moment," Ken said with a
light smile on his face. With any other person he might have bowed
apologetically, but he simply didn't need to do so around Takeru.
"Oh. Well then," Takeru began as he stretched out a hand to gesture
towards Pegasumon, "shall we proceed?"
Cocking an eyebrow at this, Ken simply allowed his boyfriend to help
him up on Pegasumon's back. He had never been one for surprises, but
this seemed to be important to Takeru, so he would simply go along
with the game for the time being. Takeru slipped behind him as soon
as he made himself comfortable and, as expected, slipped his arms
around him to grab hold of the pegasus' mane. It did feel nice having
Takeru's arms around him, but he really should save those thoughts for
when they were alone.
With the weight of two humans, a vertical take-off would have been
difficult for Pegasumon to handle on the best of days. However, the
region was well-suited for his other method of achieving flight. There
was no shortage of nearby cliffs. As Pegasumon galloped down a trail
to build up his momentum, he noticed an airdramon in flight not very
far away. Must have been Ken's transportation to this place. His
metal-clad hooves clapped loudly against the stones and his breath
quickened with effort before he found an outcrop and, with a final
burst of adrenaline, launched himself from it.
Ken's heart nearly skipped a beat as his boyfriend's partner dropped
off a cliff. The cream-colored wings spread open only a second later
to catch an updraft that carried them well away from the mountain.
After catching a quick breath to steady himself once Pegasumon's
flight evened out, Ken leaned back to make sure Takeru would be able
to hear him. "So, what did you want to show me?"
Grinning at that, Takeru rested his chin on his boyfriend's shoulder
as he wrapped an arm around Ken in a brief hug. "Oh, you'll see soon
The Child of Kindness gave a noncommittal grunt. What was it about
what Takeru needed to show him that was so secretive? More to the
point, why was Takeru acting this way of late? While he knew Takeru
had a few secrets he was loathe to share with many people, Ken knew
them all for the most part. But this was different. It was like Takeru
wasn't talking to him as much as usual. This wouldn't bother him so
much if it was, say, Hikari or even Iori, but Takeru usually told him
everything. Now it seemed like Takeru was hiding something, something
greater than what his boyfriend said he would show him.
Maybe it was nothing he had to worry about. This was Takeru, after
all. What was there to worry about? Takeru always did what he felt the
right thing was. Maybe all the things Takeru wasn't talking to him
about recently were related to the kidnapping and Takeru would tell
him eventually. Maybe he was just thinking too hard about all this.
Sighing, Ken closed his eyes to the wind battering against them as
Pegasumon's flight increased in speed.
There was nothing unique about the Segfault mountain range, at least
when one considers the natural strangeness of the Digital World. It
was as if a great many titans had come along eons ago and raked their
claws through wet clay and left it there to harden. Ken had seen them
from the air often enough that he didn't bother to open his eyes and
take in the view. It was only when Pegasumon began to settle into a
slow circling pattern that Ken opened his eyes. Takeru's free hand
pulled away from around his midriff to point at a spot nestled against
the randomly-situated crags.
Jutting proud and strong from the haphazard granite teeth was a white
castle whose beauty was in the orderly construction that contrasted
sharply with the mountains' chaotic cliffs and peaks. Ken's eyes
widened unconsciously at the idea of just how much work must have been
put in to build it on such inhospitable grounds. From a strategic
standpoint, it was perfect in its inaccessibility to all but an aerial
force. Unless there was an underground passage, though, it could be
vulnerable to sieges. However, Takeru was smart and had probably
already thought of that. But why would Takeru build this? How
had he built it and how long had he been working on it? It certainly
wasn't there the last time Ken had been in this region.
"That, my Ken, is for you," Takeru said over the sounds of the wind,
his voice tinged with pride.
No response came to Ken's mind for those simple words. This was all so
bewildering. What on earth could he possibly say to that? No one had
ever gone through such great lengths for him before. But still those
questions nagged at the back of his mind. It would be inconsiderate
for him to ask them though, at least for now.
Everything about the castle was European in influence. The high
curtain walls were thicker than most medieval castles could claim.
They circled the inner walls, barracks and courtyards and had a drum
tower at every corner. There was a barbican that straddled the single
road to the castle, it probably housed an iron portcullis that could
block ground-based invasions. In the courtyards were gardens tended to
by several digimon he couldn't identify this high above, the castle
could probably feed its own and withstand a siege if such a thing
happened. There were also various other buildings within the shelter
of the curtain walls that he couldn't quite identify at the moment. It
was all rather quaint and orderly, moreso than it would have been in
medieval Europe, but what was most impressive was the keep. If 'keep'
was even the proper term for it. Most castles had a tall circular or
square keep, this was instead something that looked like one of the
palaces the mad king of Bavaria would build. Ludwig II, wasn't it?
The walls were of white stone, the roofs of some sort of dark blue
marble-like material. Vaguely gothic in architecture, it had high
turrets, steep roofs, and narrow windows. It was breathtaking.
Pegasumon dipped a wing and began spiraling downwards, veering towards
the courtyard just outside the keep. Ken remained silent through the
uneventful landing process, hopefully Takeru wasn't expecting any
coherent response right now. The equine digimon landed gracefully with
little more than a clap of hooves signaling that he had indeed
touched the ground.
Takeru slipped gracefully from Pegasumon's back and turned to help Ken
down. Still baffled by it all, Ken was silent as he took Takeru's hand
and dismounted. He glanced around in an attempt to absorb it all. A
few unimon and shima unimon passed by with nods of acknowledgement
towards Takeru. A group of yuki agumon and other rookies clustered in
groups and talked among themselves. There was something odd though,
something he couldn't quite put a finger on yet it nagged at the back
of his mind. What was it, though?
Before he could go further along this train of thought, Takeru pulled
him along to the main palace entrance. The large palace doors swung
open before them, revealing the interior in all its splendor. Still
speechless, Ken simply allowed Takeru to guide him up several flights
of stairs and point to various nearby rooms as he explained what they
were. Constantly on his mind was the question of how this place came
into being and how long Takeru had been working on it.
It was only when they reached a hallway leading to a single door that
Takeru paused and turned to grin cheerfully at Ken. "So, what do you
"Impressive," Ken began. It was true at least, if not an incredibly
creative statement. It seemed to be enough for Takeru for the moment,
and the other boy took his hand again to lead him to the room at the
end of the hall.
The door opened up to an apartment that was larger by far than those
normally found in Japan. There was a main common room that doubled as
a study and what looked to be a door leading to a bathroom to the
right. To the left was another door left ajar to reveal the bedroom.
It was there that Takeru led him.
Ken sat on the large, Western-style bed covered with a sky-blue
blanket as he noted the white pine and pale gold furnishings. The
place had a sunny air about it that was enhanced by the presence of
large windows draped with pale, gauzy blue curtains. Takeru kicked off
his shoes before sitting cross-legged next to him.
"What's wrong, Ken?"
Shifting his glance from an elegant candelabra set on the dresser's
top, Ken sighed as his eyes settled on his boyfriend's worried face.
"I probably shouldn't ask such a thing, but how did all this come into
being? It couldn't have materialized overnight."
"Oh, is that all?" Takeru smiled pleasantly. "Everyone who lives here
has been working on the castle for several months now. We're not done
yet, but we're close."
It had been a group effort, then. But there was that other question.
"Why? There's no need for a castle like this in the Digital World,"
Ken inquired. It was worth a shot.
Takeru's voice then took on an air of confidence, as if he had been
expecting that question. "It's a precautionary measure, just in case
someone like Devimon rises up again. The digimon who live here feel
safer than they ever have and it's because of this castle that they
can be so certain that they'll have a secure future."
A sigh of relief escaped Ken's lips. Why had he been so worried? What
had he been worried about in the first place? This was Takeru, after
all. Of course he would do what he felt was right. And here in the
Digital World, it was easier to render such things as the ornate
decorations that graced the castle than it would be on Earth. "Is it
like this throughout the castle?"
"More or less. Those who have been here since the beginning have
better accommodations than those who've just joined, but I've heard no
complaints so far."
"Ah." Ken leaned back to lay across the mattress, which was much more
comfortable than his own bed. He could come to enjoy being here. A
smirk tugged at his lips as Takeru laid beside him. "So, you want me
to spend summer break with you here?"
Grinning back at that, Takeru reached over to brush his fingers along
Ken's cheek in a light caress. "It would be nice, wouldn't it? That
is, if you wouldn't prefer to be somewhere else..."
"No, this is perfect," Ken murmured as he gazed up at the canopy that
stretched over the bed. It had pale blue privacy curtains cascading
from it that were pulled back and tied with tasseled silk ropes.
Simple thoughts drifted through his mind, but none were substantial
enough to focus on for long. But it was nice of Takeru to bring
Takeru was perfectly happy. Ken liked the castle he had worked so hard
on after all. All those hours he spent working with countless digimon
to set this place up were finally worth it. Smiling, he shifted close
enough to plant a small kiss on Ken's forehead. "Glad you like it."
Yes, everything was perfect.
"Dammit, where the hell is he?!"
Iori didn't bother looking up from his textbook. After all, outbursts
from Miyako were perfectly normal. He shrugged nonchalantly as the
girl whipped around to face him and allowed a moment to pass before
responding in his usual quietly calm voice. "I haven't heard from him
With a grunt of disgust, Miyako returned her attention to the world
outside her bedroom window. When the moments passed with nothing else
from his friend, Iori glanced up at her in consternation. Worry left
its mark in the form of a slight creasing between her brows and the
small frown tugging at the corners of her lips. Iori scowled slightly
at this. While he was more accepting of Miyako's romantic relationship
than he was of Takeru's, it just wasn't like the boy to leave Miyako
waiting like this. It was starting to annoy him. He knew Miyako's
boyfriend quite well, had for awhile now. This just didn't happen with
him. Sporting a frown that now mirrored Miyako's, Iori closed his
textbook and rose from his seat on the floor.
"Have you called him yet?"
"Yeah, got in touch with his sister," Miyako began, somewhat grateful
that Iori had distracted her from the monotony outside her window for
the moment. "She doesn't have a clue where he is either."
The boy looked thoughtfully at Upamon and Poromon, who had been silent
since Miyako's outburst. Poromon echoed Miyako's mood but Upamon was
fairly unconcerned and casual, which was usual for him. He was at
least doing his best to calm Poromon down. A thought soon presented
itself to Iori as a possible solution. "We could try tracking down his
Miyako shook her head. "If it's the same people that kidnapped Takeru,
they'd drop off the digivice and that would make a search pointless."
"It doesn't hurt to try, Miyako," Iori offered soothingly. "Where did
he say he was going last?"
"The Digital World. He was responding to a distress e-mail that showed
up on his D-terminal, and-" Miyako's face lit up as she darted up from
her seat on the bed. "He might still be there!"
Her anxiety forgotten, Miyako dug up her D-3 from her dresser and spun
to face Iori once she had it in her hands. "I'm going to look for him.
Wanna come along?"
Iori nodded in silent agreement. It wasn't long before Miyako had her
computer booted up and running. It took even less time for Miyako to
open up a digital gate and send them through. And, within the hour,
Aquilamon soared high above a digital landscape with two humans and an
Armadimon on his back. The younger of the two humans was keeping an
eye on the display in his D-3's screen. Not very long ago, Ken and
Koushiro had worked together on an expansion plug-in that allowed a
greater search range for the tracking system and Iori was now using it
to his advantage. However, it had yet to pick up a ping.
There was no real direction to Aquilamon's flight, for they did not
know which direction to go. Thus, the great eagle flew in a spiral
that expanded ever outwards in hopes that Iori would be able to pick
up the signal they were looking for. Time passed slower and slower
with each kilometer they covered.
It wasn't until they reached a beach that the ping appeared on Iori's
screen. A hint of excitement seeped into the boy's face as he looked
up at the girl sitting behind him. The position was to allow him to
keep his hands free to work with the digivice while her arms acted as
a brace to keep him from falling should a sudden gust of wind
interfere with Aquilamon's flight. He wondered if Miyako just needed
something to have her arms around to comfort herself. "He seems to be
stationary at south by southwest, about three kilometers from here."
He hadn't been in a position where he could easily see his friend's
face, but it wasn't hard for him to imagine the smile of relief.
Mildly relieved himself, Iori returned his eyes to the screen of his
D-3 and watched as they drew closer.
The ping led them to a relatively isolated marshy grassland near a
river's delta. Tall grasses obscured the view of the ground itself,
but the D-3's ping acted as a beacon to guide them. Aquilamon flew as
low as possible, for he did not fancy landing in water and sticky mud
unless there were no other options.
Slumped in the murky shallows with only a log holding his head above
water was Miyako's boyfriend of the past two months. His breathing was
short and hissed with every intake of air, and blood mixed with silt
in the water around him. He cracked open a single brown eye when he
heard Aquilamon settle beside him and grinned weakly at them. "About
damn time you got here, Miyako."
Miyako scrambled from her mount and was soon at her boyfriend's side.
Iori followed soon after and helped her bring the teenaged boy to his
feet. A sharp gasp of pain escaped his lips and the liquid gurgle in
his throat alerted them to the severity of the damage. As the older
boy spat out blood from his lungs, Iori frowned and suggested they
find a monitor as close to the region as possible, he was sure that
more than one rib had penetrated the older boy's lungs and they needed
to get him to a hospital immediately. The way the boy limped indicated
that his left leg was broken, and the left arm was probably in the
same condition considering how Miyako's boyfriend winced when she
slung it over her shoulder to offer support.
"Who did this to you, Daisuke?"
Daisuke glanced up from the water, blinking a few times to clear an
eye of the blood that leaked into it from a gash on his brow. Speech
was hard for him, but he ignored the pain that came with each breath
and continued. "I dunno. I was just standing here to answer a distress
call, then this psycho unimon came up and trampled us."
Iori's eyes scanned the area for a monitor, disturbed that an unimon
had attacked Daisuke. He'd expect this from, say, a virus, but what
would make an unimon attack like that? It was completely illogical.
Unless... "Did the unimon look like he was being controlled by
anything? An evil ring, maybe?"
The older boy simply shook his head. "Nothing I could see. Is V-mon
"Fine, Dais'ke," the battered little blue blob known as Chibomon
squeaked from Armadimon's back. He had been found by Iori's partner as
the other humans were busy with Daisuke. His voice soon took on a
whine. "Can we go home now?"
"After we take Daisuke to a hospital," Miyako stated sternly. Her
features soon softened as she returned her gaze to Daisuke. "You'll be
okay there without me, won't you?"
A mock-indignant tone seeped into Daisuke's voice at that. "What, you
mean they won't let me have a nurse of my choice? That sucks!"
Iori rolls his eyes as conversation between the two older kids got a
bit more personal than he liked and dragged them to a monitor that was
several meters away. They got that way a lot since they started dating
out of curiosity. Sighing, the youngest child looked away as Miyako
started lavishing even more attention on Daisuke. Well, at least
Daisuke would live.
The one thing that burned itself into Libra's mind was the desolation
she saw. Millenniumon's attack had literally razed the pagumon village
to the ground. This was, in and of itself, very unusual. The pagumon
were fickle allies at best and would have bowed down to Millenniumon's
whim if he were to so much as breathe on them, so why did he attack?
She wandered the ruins of a once prosperous village with her partner
close behind. They were supposed to be meeting another human soon, one
codenamed by Gennai as Anode. That made sense, she supposed, since
Kageko's codename was Cathode. However, it wouldn't hurt to do a bit
of investigation first. So here they were, trying to find any
survivors amidst the charred remains.
A subtle motion at the corner of Libra's eye drew her attention to a
small house that was very much in danger of fully collapsing on top of
whatever inhabitants there were within. Curious, she left her
partner's side to take a look.
Cringing within the darkness were two young pagumon. One was slightly
bigger and situated himself in front of what she assumed was his
brother. The larger pagumon soon sported an indignant glare. "Go away
and leave us alone," he hissed.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Libra offered reassuringly. "What
There was a moment of silence before the smaller one spoke up. "We had
a pact with Millenniumon. We knew that he rewards loyalty and destroys
anyone who betrayed him, so we thought we'd be okay. But, but-"
"But one of our own citizens was leaking information to Gennai's group
and Millenniumon found out," the larger finished for his brother.
"That's what happened. Now go away! If Millenniumon finds out, he'll
kill us too!"
The black tailmon shook her head at this. Wouldn't they want revenge
at the least? "It does no good to hide like this. Why not join us? My
Tamer and I are are working with others to defeat Millenniumon."
The larger pagumon looked like he was going to protest before a spark
of maliciousness glinted in the eyes of his brother. He nipped at the
larger's ear to get his attention and they drew away for the moment.
Libra's ears perked to catch bits and pieces of the discussion.
"This could benefit us, big brother," the smaller whispered. "And we
can have our revenge at the same time."
The larger pagumon snorted. "I don't trust anyone who just comes
waltzing up and asks us to join a cause that's doomed to failure."
"Who said we needed to trust them? A human Tamer would help us evolve,
right? We don't even need to bond to them or whatever it is that those
silly 'partnered' digimon do. Tamers are great that way and we can
leave whenever we feel like it."
"Fine. But if we get in trouble it's gonna be your fault,
A trace of pride wove into the younger's voice. "Of course, it's
always my fault."
The pagumon bounced back to her and practically oozed friendliness
that she had little doubt was mostly faked. "We'll join," they said at
Later, once "Anode" (Akiyama Ryo, she had come to learn) had met with
them, they had moved far from the village ruins and were clustered
together around an electric lamp in place of a campfire. Kageko and
Ryo were talking about what they had gone through so far and compared
notes on digimon training, nothing of which interested Libra in the
least. Finally discussion came down to nicknames. Ryo hadn't bothered
nicknaming the digimon he picked up over time, but Kageko preferred it
and said it gave them a greater sense of individuality. Curious, the
two pagumon asked what Kageko would name them.
The larger was thus named Loki and he liked it so much that he didn't
protest. The smaller however was most displeased with Kaulu, Anansi,
Cirapé, Kokopelli, and pretty much any trickster deity name Kageko
could recall. Kageko was almost ready to give up until Ryo spoke up
for the first time during the naming. "What about Savali? He's a
Samoan divine messenger and trickster, if I remember correctly." The
newly named pagumon agreed, and Savali stuck.
The two pagumon became like little brothers to her, even after they
had evolved to a gazimon and tsukaimon respectively. Then there was
the last great battle with Millenniumon. Ken's digimon had jogressed
with Ryo's while Loki assumed his devidramon form and Savali his
tekkamon form. The strategy was fairly simple: Ken and Ryo's party
would head the offensive while Kageko's party would strike from
behind. It was supposed to have been flawless. They had fought
Millenniumon once before, they were supposed to know what to expect.
It was supposed to be easy.
She hadn't been able to see Ken's party, but when Millenniumon struck
with two Time Unlimited attacks, twin sprays of data bits swirled in
the wind. Ken's Holy Angemon and Angewomon had been killed right
before the poor boy's eyes. Kageko ordered her party to attack, and
they went to avenge their fallen comrades. And then she saw it, it
burned into her memory as the destruction of the pagumon village had
so long ago.
Loki had struck at Millenniumon with his Crimson Nail attack and raked
his claws deep into Millenniumon's flesh. The synthetic digimon howled
in pain and bucked the devidramon from his back. Before Loki could
gather himself, Millenniumon gave a cruel grin and literally ripped
his head from his shoulders.
The scene replayed itself. Again. Again and again, looping constantly
to torment her. Loki was like a little brother to her, they had become
attached over time. Over and over again.
Libra woke up screaming in a castle that she had considered somewhat
safe, thankful for the fact that the tower she was napping in had
thick stone walls and tapestries that muffled sounds. As the scream
died down, she shivered and curled back under a quilt. It was suddenly
Somewhere, in another world, a tsukaimon echoed her nightmare.
Ajora: Yes, this is only the tip of the iceberg. Things are only going
to go downhill from here.