[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/DqbcKHy.png?1[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/9HFgJ4N.png[/img][hr][b]Partner Digimon:[/b] [url=https://wikimon.net/Zubamon]Zubamon[/url] [b]Digimon Lvl:[/b] Rookie (Rookie & In-Training) [b]Location:[/b] Witchelny, Nyttliv [b]Tag:[/b] [@Crimson Lion] [@Shiyonichi] [@Duthguy][hr][/center] In a separate car from the rest, the train ride was surprisingly smooth. But even that hadn’t consoled the sheer weight of their responsibilities. There were actually beings whose lives rested on them. Countless and countless numbers of them. In his hands, which hung between his spread legs, rested the Digivice Norn had given them. He had told himself he was prepared. Reassured himself too-many times that he would experience life and save the Digimons’. But if he was allowing himself to have fun while on this world-shattering mission then was he carrying it out justly? He wasn’t too sure anymore. Gilt remained silent by his side but just his presence was oddly comforting. Then a feeling pulled his gaze towards the back of the train, away from the others who gathered ahead. There he saw the scarred face of Liollmon and on his back, Nyaromon rested peacefully. Phase stood up but just as he did the train jostled violently, sending himself and the others in his car careening. He was toss backwards away from them; Gilt went flying, and Nyaromon and Liollmon’s stability was deteriorating when a sudden and bright blaze flared outside, impacting the Locomon with force and shattering its windows. Phase came out of his daze only to see Gilt’s white mantle shifting as he leapt out the shattered windows. He gathered himself and ran out too. There he seen it; a orange leather-skinned [url=https://wikimon.net/Cyclomon]Digimon[/url] just as tall as the Locomon with an oversized arm. In its grasp, oppressed on the hard railways were Liollmon, whose fangs were bared with pain and fury. [color=lightblue][b] “Let him go. Now.”[/b][/color] Phase commanded, his hand finding his pockets as they shook.