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“Is everything ready?” a voice echoed through the stone walls. “I believe so, but we have to hurry. It’s only a matter of time before they break through!” another quipped, and the two digimon hurried through the musty old corridors of the temple. Luck was not on their side though.

The floor erupted below them, sending them both tumbling on the floor. Out of the crater rose Lucemon, a smirk on his face. Raising his clawed hand, his smirk turned into a bloodthirsty grin. [i]”Grand cross!”[/i] he yelled, and several spheres of light shot forward from his fingers, barely missing the two digimon on the run from him.

“Go! I’ll hold him off, but you have to upload the program!” Andromon said and turned around, charging the demon lord of pride. Datamon watched him struggle against the superior foe for a few seconds, before doing as his friend said and leaving him behind to complete the mission. Lucemon’s angry roar was a sign that Andromon was indeed managing to buy some time. That thought came to an abrupt end though when another of Lucemon’s attacks lit up the hall he was fleeing through. Datamon knew that in all likelihood, he was now the last one of the resistance.

But there was hope. If he could get the program they recovered from the very core of the world into the summoning terminal in the temple on Firewall Island, the world would call for heroes from the Real world to come to their aid. Or so the legend said, but it was all they had left now. Hope.

Hope did most certainly not shine yellow, Datamon would say, after he dodged another of Lucemon’s attacks by mere fractions of a second. But he made it. He could see the terminal right in front of him! Turning around, he sent his attacks towards the arch over the doorway, collapsing it.

“Datamon! Even if the legend is true, it won’t help you! Give up this madness! You stand no chance, but at least I can offer merciful death!” the demon lord growled from behind the collapsed ceiling. The mon inside ignored him. “So be it!” the half angel roared, launching a volley on the obstacle and obliterating it.

“You’re late!” Datamon announced and pressed the biggest button on the terminal. He saw Lucemon’s claw wrap around his form. He felt the pressure on his body. And then he was no more. But his legacy would live, as would that of the others form the resistance. That night, seven humans mysteriously disappeared from Earth, and seven digimon were suddenly teleported to the Firewall island. All scattered on the eastern beach of the Electron lake, the Digidestined were summoned.