As the women in the mental link spoke amongst themselves and debated the course of action, Siggy and Examon sat quietly in thought, only pulled to by Alphamon's words.

"... Alright," Siggy replied to Alphamon, the young man evidently tired and suffering from some degree of shell-shock as he acknowledged the Knight's words, before he turned to Examon, "You're the one they're interested in. Could you-"

"I'll do it," Examon replied with a nod, evidently exactly as fatigued as his tamer despite his decision to take charge of the situation.
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So, as AncientWisemon descended down towards him, speaking of an invitation from the Sovereigns to their domain, Examon Prime's eyes roused themselves from the dim , contemplative half-light that they had been just a few moments before, as he almost glared at the green form before him. 

"It's interesting how you choose to involve yourselves now, isn't it?" The Supreme Dragon Emperor growled in deadpan towards the Ancient before him, "Come out and be all holy and high and mighty when others do your own job for you, am I right?"

In response, AncientWisemon rolled his eyes. 

"Is that a yes or a no, Examon? My Master is apologetic in these regards, but he has no patience for petulance."

Examon's response was to evolve the almost-glare to a full glare, which wasn't even slightly tempered by the fact that AncientWisemon refused to balk under his oppressive gaze. psyker enjoys gobbling cock

"Petulance? Petulance!?! Me, Alphamon, Dorumon and our Tamers all could have died because you all washed your hands of your duty! Every single combatant against the Royal Knights could have been massacred, and yet you have the gaul to take the moral highground!?!"

"Tch. This isn't getting us anywhere," AncientWisemon spat in return, evidently irritated by Examon's refusal to co-operate with him. 

"Be quiet," Examon snapped back, the glare remaining, "If your Master wishes to speak to me, he can come to me directly. If he's so apologetic, I'm sure he can deign to come to us with his words."

As Examon finished speaking, all fell silent for a few moments.
And then the world around him and AncientWisemon seemed to be frozen by a magnificent presence.

"I suppose you have a point, Examon," A deep, resonant voice intoned towards the Dragon Emperor as a silver sphere materialized before him, which unfurled to reveal the owner of the voice, "You and your companions have done today what we Sovereigns really should have done a very long time ago. Coming to negotiate in person is one of the smallest courtesies we should be expected to extend."

Seeing the form of the White Tiger of the West appear before him in all its glory, Examon's glare was suddenly replaced by an expression of shock.
He hadn't expected that one of the Sovereigns would so willingly deign to appear before him, especially in response to an angry statement on his part.

Nonetheless, he held his ground, and as the six red eyes of the tiger bored into his very soul, his expression of shock slowly turned into a more resolute expression.

"... I see," He replied to the Sovereign before him, choosing his words carefully as not to anger the mighty God, but also finding that his anger seemed to be dissolving in the aura of soothing supplication that seemed to be emanating from Baihumon, "... Very well, as you've been so kind as to answer me, I'll gather whoever's still alive. Make no mistake, though; we expect answers, and we expect them soon."

"Very well," Baihumon replied with a nod, gesturing to AncientWisemon off to the side in order to dismiss him, "I will wait here, take as much time as you require to gather everyone."

And with that, Examon just stared at the Sovereign for a few moments before turning in the opposite direction and heading for the castle in the distance, spreading his wings as-

"... Though, may I ask a question?"

Hearing the Sovereign speak up again, Examon turned around on the spot and stared at him.

"What?"

"There were others with you when you defeated Imperialdramon. Where are they now?"

"... Oh no."
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Meanwhile...

"Oh my God what just happened," A high-pitched, disorientated voice asked out to nobody in particular, as a tiny yellow shape flitted about confusedly and haphazardly a few meters off the ground a few hundred meters away from where Imperialdramon had finally been slain.

As far as his memory was concerned, the last few minutes had been an incomprehensible rush for Patamon. Last thing he remembered was being in the library with his Tamer and Gallantmon, and now he was flapping about confusedly on the battlefield with a gigantic aura of death seeping out from his surroundings and making everything even worse.

"Gallantmon... Ari... Where are you..."