As Examon and Dorugoramon closed in on the massive crystal in the sky, two glowing eyes glared balefully down at the duo. An otherworldly screech emanated from Moon=Millenniummon as it glowed, crescents of energy whirling down at the dragons. The eldritch creature followed up with laser beams flying from its eyes, trying to pin Examon and Dorugoramon with sheer volume of fire. 

The barrage rained down on the already battle-damaged harbor, destroying any buildings still left standing after the previous battle with Millenniummon. BanchoLeomon cursed as he dashed left and right, trying to dodge the incoming attacks as best he could. 

"Damn it, where the hell is everyone else?" He cursed under his breath, rolling to the side as he finally made it out of Moon=Millenniummon's zone of fire. This was getting ridiculous. Millenniummon had already strained them enough, and then it just HAD to evolve to another form? Hell, unless MagnaGarurumon or someone else that could fly managed to throw him into the air again, BanchoLeomon didn't even have any way of reaching this one to attack. "Come on...someone, anyone, where are you people?"

Looking back up at Moon=Millenniummon, BanchoLeomon's glare eventually clouded over and he blinked, only for the creature in the sky to be replaced with something else.

Lucas stared balefully at his grandmother's ceiling as he realized that both of his parents had handed him off without a care. And now he was stuck in a foreign country, away from everything he'd ever known, having to speak a language he could barely understand. 

Leomon gazed up at the moon with no one else alongside him for the first time. His tribe slain in battle, with him the sole survivor. 

BanchoLeomon looked up into the sky, loneliness overtaking him.