Champion: Resolumon
Dark Champion suggestion: Obstinamon
Obstinamon is a flickering wisp of red-black flame, her once gentle light now seething with restless energy beneath a cracked fragment of skull worn like a helm. Two skeletal hands drift at her side. One bare, the other encased in a jagged, spiked gauntlet gripping a corroded dagger of darkened data. The flame that forms her body licks upward through the empty sockets of the helm, eyes glowing a deep crimson whenever she stirs. Drifting in uneasy silence, she watches all who approach, neither dead nor living, a sentinel born of vigilance twisted into fixation, guarding her vow long after reason has gone cold.

Details: Resolumon is a spectral, flame-bodied Digimon taking her first true shape, a hovering wisp of blue fire now trailing faint, smoke-like limbs. Two detached hands float at her side, one still half-formed, the other clad in a ghostly gauntlet gripping a round, spectral shield. The knight’s helmet has straightened but remains slightly too large, the visor lifted enough for her bright eyes to show. The fire around flickers in rhythmic pulses, steadying whenever danger nears. Neither fully ghost nor fully knight, Resolumon embodies resolve in motion—the moment a timid flame chooses to stand guard.

Moveset
Resolute Aegis (Durability: 5 rookie attacks, 3 champion attacks, 1 ultimate attack) – Raises her spectral shield, manifesting a barrier of azure light that absorbs incoming damage for allies behind it.

Spirit Thrust – A direct charge attack, her gauntleted hand and flame-body forming a piercing lance of light.

Will-o-Ward – Summons faint motes of guiding flame that intercept projectiles or distract foes.

Pulse of Valor – Releases a rhythmic surge from her core, bolstering nearby allies’ morale and defenses.

Ultimate: Devotimon
Evolution method: With Shogo's careful and stead guidance, she could find the courage and determination to hone her strength and digivolve to her Ultimate.
Dark Ultimate suggestion: Vinculimon
Vinculimon is a headless suit of jagged, blackened armor wreathed in chains, the hollow interior blazing with violent red-black fire that spills through the cracks like molten blood. The flames within thrash and roar, pulsing in time with her movements; each step a quake of unrestrained fury. The armor is torn and dented from countless battles, bound tight by heavy chains that clatter as she moves. In one hand wields a massive cleaver-like blade chipped and darkened by heat; in the other, the shattered remnants of a shield, used more as a bludgeon than defense. The space where her head should be, burns with a storm of fire, flaring brighter when she rages. Vinculimon is the vow made monster — a protector turned berserker, driven not by thought or faith but by a single, burning command: “Nothing will touch what is mine to guard.”

Details: Devotimon has taken full shape at last: a spectral knight clad in silvered armor from which faint tongues of bluish-white flame flicker through every seam. Her helmet is missing, the fire within her armor forming only a faint, faceless glow where a head should be. In one hand she bears a long kite shield etched with fading runes; in the other, a gleaming lance that hums softly with restrained power. The air around her shimmers with small, orbiting motes of pale flame—the remnants of her former self, now serving as watchful sentinels. Calm, steadfast, and wordless, Devotimon stands as a knight born of pure will—devotion given form and steel.

Moveset
Lance of Conviction – Channels pure light into her lance and thrusts forward, striking both corporeal and data-based foes alike.

Guardian’s Oath (Durability: 5 rookie attacks, 3 champion attacks, 1 Ultimate or Mega attacks) – Creates a radiant dome that shields allies, the intensity reflecting her remaining energy.

Echo of Vigilance – The small motes orbiting her armor rush outward to intercept attacks or swarm foes.

Silent Benediction – Restores an ally’s strength or removes negative effects; the flames dim briefly as the blessing passes.

Mega: Veladimon
Evolution method: Potentially unreachable for now, which suggests it requires a deeper connection and bond with her partner.
Dark Mega: Persequimon
Persequimon is a towering figure in dark, iron-grey armor streaked with crimson fissures of light, a tattered cloak burned at the edges. Her helm’s wing-motif has become jagged, horn-like blades; her silhouette is all intent and mass. She carries no shield — instead she wields a single colossal executioner’s weapon: a two-handed poleaxe/maul hybrid whose head is equal parts crushing weight and cleaving blade, its runic edge glowing hot when it hunts. Each step drags ash and the echo of a tolling bell; when she strikes the runes flare and the air seems to go still. Persequimon is mercy turned verdict — the relentless hand that ends threats rather than sheltering against them.

Details: Valedimon stands as a radiant paladin clad in immaculate silver armor inlaid with gold filigree, each plate etched with soft, luminous runes. A sweeping white cape flows from her shoulders, its edges faintly shimmering with spectral light. Her helm is crowned with winglike crests that arc backward like the feathers of a seraph, framing the steady glow that burns within the visor. In one hand she bears a tower shield almost as tall as herself, engraved with the sigil of her vow; in the other, a massive warhammer whose head gleams with restrained power. When she moves, the air hums with quiet reverence and the faint chime of distant bells. Valedimon is the embodiment of duty fulfilled—an unshakable guardian whose every strike is an act of benediction and whose shield shelters all who stand behind her.

Moveset
Hammer of Benediction – Strikes with a radiant warhammer, releasing waves of light that smite evil and heal allies.

Seraphic Bulwark (Durability: Impervious to rookie attacks, 5 champion attacks, 3 Ultimate attacks, 1 Mega attack) – Raises her tower shield, projecting a shimmering barrier large enough to cover multiple allies.

Courage Resonance – Allies within her aura gain boosted strength and resolve, their own attacks imbued with light.

Bell of Deliverance – The faint chime that follows her blows dispels illusions, curses, or fear-based effects.

Super Mega: Viritumon
Dark Super Mega: Zelusimon
Zelusimon stands as a towering valkyrie of flame and fury, her spectral form solidified into a warrior’s perfection. Her once-flowing hair has become a thick, wild mane of embered light, crowned with a feathered band that glows like smoldering gold. The delicate armor of her counterpart is replaced by heavy, fur-lined mail and layered chain, each ring burning faintly with crimson light. Her gauntlets and boots are plated for battle, her tunic marked with runic scars of countless wars. In her grasp she wields a massive double-bladed war axe nearly twice her height, its edges alive with roaring flame and static. Every swing cleaves the air like thunder, every step leaves scorched ground in her wake. Zelusimon is the war-goddess incarnate—the protector through destruction, the embodiment of devotion without restraint, and the eternal flame that guards through wrath when faith alone no longer suffices.

Details: Viritumon appears as a spectral maiden-knight, her form refined and luminous, a harmony of armor and spirit. The heavy plate of Valedimon has softened into elegant, silver-white mail traced with gold filigree, each piece moving like silk over light. Her helm is gone, revealing a serene, ghostly visage framed by long, flowing strands of luminous hair that ripple like pale fire. Upon her brow rests a slender crown wrought of light itself—a symbol of grace rather than rule. In one hand she bears a slender kite shield engraved with a radiant sigil; in the other, a slim, shining longsword that hums with calm energy. Her movements are weightless, her steps leaving trails of gentle brilliance in the air. The air around her glows softly, neither searing nor blinding, but warm and steady—courage made visible. Viritumon is the knight transcended, the saint of guardianship, a living ideal of virtue who protects not through might, but through presence.

Moveset
Ethereal Grace – Moves faster than the eye can follow, her blade tracing lines of light that both strike and sanctify.

Sanctum Aeterna (Durability: Impervious to rookie and champion attacks, 5 Ultimate attacks, 1 Mega attack or Supermega attack) – Creates a vast, calm field of light where allies are shielded and healed — the flame of courage made sanctuary.

Virtue’s Reprise – When an ally would fall, her flame flickers and restores them once, sacrificing a fragment of her own essence.

Serenity’s Edge – Her sword gleams with tranquil fire; its cuts erase malice, purging corruption rather than rending flesh.

“Ma’am, I’d be more than ha-”

A hand fluttered erratically, waving at the bespectacled man whose brow furrowed with each book added to the pyramid stack that his new customer had decided was a better alternative than asking for someone with greater reach.

Fig fumbled with her balance and settled her hands on the oaken beams of the bookcase. “Whew!” She breathed out of relief. “‘Near the ground, tumble sound’ me papa would’ve said.” She muttered to nobody in particular, shifting her weight so the flimsy stack wouldn’t shift any further.

The owner of the bookstore grumbled something indecipherable, shaking his head at the sorry state of the second hand books. A travesty.

“Oh, pshaw! Everyone and their dog’s got at least one edition of ‘Grimvelt’s guide to edible tree bark’.” She offered with a mock apology. “It’s comedic gold, that one. Step one, season elm strips with crusted leaves.” Fig cackled under her breath, pale eyes glancing upward at the top shelves.

Of course the volume she needed was up there somewhere. Always her bloody luck that nobody ever thought of bookish Gundrukan, right?

Under normal circumstances, a certain winged companion could have given a quick hand in retrieving what she needed. Fig however had decided not to argue the point of a cool sea breeze messing with Elenor’s plumage, and instead let the Sylpharim doodle her precious map of the coastal city from up high. She couldn’t judge. The view was quite breathtaking, if not a little salty.

With a grunt and a half-hop that would’ve made any self-respecting Gundrukan tut in disapproval, Fig snagged the elusive volume by its spine and eased it free without toppling the rest. “Ha! See? Grace incarnate,” she declared, clutching her prize like a trophy.

The stack wobbled ominously, the shopkeeper winced, and Fig shot both a warning glance. “Don’t even think about it.” With her quarry secured and dignity mostly intact, Fig flashed a satisfied grin. A small victory, perhaps, but a victory all the same; and a great amount of hair loss from the man behind the counter.