Lucas and Leomon grit their teeth. No. NO. This was not to be their future. They could fix this. They HAD to. They had finally found companions after years of loneliness and solitude. People they could relate to, bond with. It couldn’t end like this. The thought of averting the shattered futures they’d seen filled them with a strength born of desperation, and black flames filled their vision. No matter what, they would avert this. Whatever the cost. 

The flames ate through the illusions brought on by Moon=Millenniummon, burning them away and replacing them with clarity. Purpose. [i]Kill Moon=Millenniummon. Keep the others alive.[/i] The threshold had been crossed. Any other collateral damage was secondary. What was property damage or the lives of those he’d never known or met compared to the lives of those he actually cared about?

With a vicious roar, BanchoLeomon Ruin Mode awoke, howling his fury up towards the skies.