Listening to the tale of this world, Nonna forced herself to hold the sigh until the very last moment - and what a sigh it was. "So, in a nutshell. What you have is five digimon calling shots for everybody. What happens is that one out of five that could possibly challenge them on equal grounds decides to enter a fight with 20% odds of success, and as his last wish after his nigh-inevitable failure, he tells the powerful being with the ability to bend barriers between worlds not to erase the evil, but to bring a couple of kids in to do the fighting? Yeah, no."

Nonna finished her summary with her head tilted to the side and stupid-cheeky smile on her face. "If I understand correctly, none of you are permanently destroyed if you are defeated. Which leads me to wonder - if most of you got up in arms, how could possibly only five digimon regardless of power stand up to the rest of the world throwing hell their way, when it would come to you at little cost in life. If you intend to win a war without sacrifices, clinging to the hope of mighty heroes rising and solving your problems for you, you have a rough wake up scheduled." the Russian sneered, waiting for the digimon to answer before she continued.