An invisible wind swept the field, carrying the towering pillars of smoke off into the distance. As the black haze thinned, the battlefield's condition slowly came into view.
Tai spread his arms and shot into the air, the Sacred Sword: Genesis Edge gleaming in his right hand. Eyes down, he watched Azulongmon's cloudlike body crackle with lightning. With a thunderous roar, the dragon lunged up at him, massive beyond measure. Zhuqiaomon, wreathed in flame, streaked after Azulongmon.
Seeing the two giants directly beneath him, Tai smiled. His wrist flicked; the Genesis Edge carved a gigantic blade of light that scythed down at the pair.
Both Sovereigns juked hard, the slash blasting a canyon into the earth where they'd been.
Azulongmon roared. A lance of azure light shot past Tai into the sky. He glanced up—stormclouds whirlpooled in around the beam. Zhuqiaomon exhaled a blossom of blue fire that swelled wide beneath him. Perfect coordination: heaven sealed by sky-thunder, ground awash in a hellflame that could reduce anything to ash—trapping Tai between.
He only snorted. Raising the Genesis Edge over his head, he rolled his wrist—down, then up—tracing a circle around himself. A white film snapped into place, fully sheathing him.
The clouds detonated—silver thunderbolts crashed down and swallowed Tai's position. A heartbeat later, Zhuqiaomon's hellfire surged up to engulf the same point. From afar, blue flames churned while spears of silver light flashed within.
Azulongmon and Zhuqiaomon circled tensely, watching the maelstrom. They knew Tai wouldn't fall so easily, but a sliver of hope still pricked—if not a kill, perhaps a wound. Even they knew how faint that hope was.
Inside, Tai stared coolly through the veil at lightning and flame licking the barrier. The white light-shield drank in both thunder and fire, feeding on the energy to reinforce itself—his newest technique, designed to absorb an enemy's power and turn it into his own.
Outside, the lightning guttered and the flames ebbed. The two Sovereigns traded a grave look.
The moment he felt the shield saturated, Tai swept the Genesis Edge outward. The white dome bulged and burst, expanding with irresistible force.
They felt it coming—but too late. A sunbright wave carved the sky, slammed into both Azulongmon and Zhuqiaomon, and bent their titanic bodies like bows before hurling them earthward.
Thoom.
Thoom.
Twin impacts punched up double geysers of dust. High above, Tai leveled the Genesis Edge at the crash sites. Power flowed into the blade until its tip shone, then flooded down the full length. A colossal, golden edge jetted from the point. He hewed—mid-flight, the blade split into dozens of whirling, half-moon crescents that scudded down toward the fallen pair.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Gold washed the sky; dust boiled up to drown the plain. Tai peered through the storm; the roiling haze hid everything.
A roar ripped from the murk. Azulongmon's massive head burst out—streaked with blood along the muzzle, eyes blazing so hard it felt like the glare could lance straight through Tai. Zhuqiaomon winged up beside it; the proud crest atop its head was torn to near-baldness, and the killing intent in its eyes burned no less bright. Vain as it was about its plumage, it had never been humiliated like this.
An orange-red silhouette slid back to Tai's side. WarGreymon had broken off with Ebonwumon—and that fight had been maddening.
Ebonwumon's defense was a fortress; its offense, far less so. On land it could siphon energy endlessly from the earth, and a film of water across its shell blunted incoming force—unless you shattered its guard in a single blow, it was effectively unbreakable.
WarGreymon had loosed torrents of Tyranno Missiles, hammering Ebonwumon in relentless rain. Blast after blast lit the sky—and when the smoke cleared, the twin-headed turtle merely looked…unbothered.
It lifted both heads, lazily at first, and twisted twin beams together, a spiraling column lashing up at WarGreymon. He rolled aside and cut back with a Tyranno Sword slash that struck home—Ebonwumon's placid stare didn't even change.
Then its bellies drew in and snapped wide; white mist poured over its shell, the fog thickening until it hid the titan entirely.
WarGreymon kept both weapons ready, but the fog did more than conceal—it blinded his infrared sensors too.
Something was wrong. The haze felt…different. He snapped backward on instinct—an iceball the size of a fist screamed through the spot he'd just vacated. He steadied, wary. While he watched the main bank of fog, the vapors around him condensed into pelting hail.
Ebonwumon bellowed. At the cry, the black hail came alive, knifing in from every side.
"Super Firestorm!" WarGreymon didn't dare play games. He unleashed a swarm of Tyranno Missiles etched with digital runes—far beyond the standard payload. Where hail met rune-carved warheads, the explosions gouged the air itself.
In the strobe and upheaval, a seven-hued beam lanced out—from WarGreymon's left-arm cannon—slamming Ebonwumon squarely.
The turtle screamed. A scorched black patch bloomed across its back; blue ripples of water swam over the wound, mending, but nowhere near fast enough.
WarGreymon emerged from the inferno, yellow-brown mantle smudged with soot, left cannon still gaping. Ebonwumon lifted its heads—no more languid now.
It roared, twin throats glowing. Two beams braided into one, a massive column spearing up at WarGreymon. He didn't dodge—his cannon birthed another seven-colored ray to meet the Twin Dragon Wave.
"—rrrgh!" WarGreymon's growl deepened as he overclocked the output. Shockwaves from the clash drove him back, boots furrowing trenches in midair; fissures crawled from Ebonwumon's feet as it sank its four legs deeper into the earth. Neither faltered—both only poured in more power.
The blast went off like the sky splitting.
WarGreymon couldn't hold ground; the recoil hurled him backward until he skidded to a stop near Tai's duel with Azulongmon and Zhuqiaomon. Ebonwumon sprawled flat, chest heaving.
WarGreymon rose and drifted to Tai's flank. Chaos Megidramon abandoned Baihumon and joined them a breath later. Across the field, all Four Sovereigns regrouped as well.
They shared a look and nodded. Light erupted around them—then their bodies dissolved into four spears of energy: blue, white, red, and deep ocean. The lances spiraled up, winding tighter and tighter until they fused into a single, blinding gold. From within, a dragon's roar shook the world.
Tai watched, eyes hard. Above, Thunder had no such leisure. The warship's vast hull began to shift; exterior plates irised apart as Hagurumon swarmed within. In the central control, strings of data streamed out under Datamon and the Numerimon crew's pounding keys, racing along cables to every corner of Thunder.
Tai took in the ship's ever-changing silhouette—and launched up toward it. He slipped through a widening seam as it opened. WarGreymon and Chaos Megidramon followed him inside.
Silence fell over the battlefield. Both sides were preparing—for the last, deciding clash. Only two things moved now: a sun-bright mass high in the heavens, and the ever-morphing hulk of Thunder.
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