Chapter 47: As Long As I Am With You, Even If The Future Is Destined For Destruction—
"It is coming!"
Without a single trace of warning, Mizuki suddenly cried out, his voice cutting sharply through the tense air.
Before anyone could fully process Mizuki's warning, the dissipating data scattered across the battlefield began flowing backward at a terrifying, unnatural speed. The glowing fragments of code dragged themselves through the air, converging in the blink of an eye to form a massive, pulsating black sphere.
A glowing pentagram etched itself across the dark surface of the sphere. A violent, rhythmic heartbeat echoed from within, heavy enough to rattle the teeth of everyone present. Taichi and the others stared in stunned silence for a fraction of a second before their shock twisted into absolute fury.
"Damn it, does this guy not know when to stay down?!" Taichi gritted his teeth, his fists trembling at his sides.
"He is even more annoying than cockroaches and flies!"
Just as Aegiochusmon braced his legs, preparing to launch a preemptive strike against the anomaly, Mizuki's urgent warning rang out again. "Aegiochusmon, take everyone and fall back immediately."
"Mizuki!?"
"Because—"
Before Mizuki could finish his sentence, the reflection of BeelStarmon charging forward flashed across Aegiochusmon's eyes.
Wielding the wicked blade attached to her handgun, BeelStarmon closed the distance in a heartbeat. She prepared to repeat the exact maneuver that had worked before, bringing her weapon down in a vicious arc to use Double Claw and split the black sphere cleanly in two.
Instead, a massive, clawed arm thrust out from the pitch-black surface of the sphere and caught BeelStarmon's descending blade with terrifying precision.
The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the air. BeelStarmon's eyes widened.
"I feel... power!"
A low, guttural whisper slithered out from the darkness. The Digimon hidden within the black sphere slowly tore its way out, revealing its true form to the world.
It was a humanoid nightmare draped in a heavy, tattered cloak, with wicked horns curling from its head and massive, leathery wings folded behind its back.
While its physical size was nowhere near the towering, chaotic mass of DoneDevimon, the sheer density of the dark aura radiating from its body vastly eclipsed the former threat. The simple fact that he had effortlessly caught BeelStarmon's strike—an attack that had previously been completely unblockable—was proof enough of his overwhelming strength.
"What in the world... is this!?" Taichi murmured. A deep, bone-piercing chill washed over him, and his hands curled into tight fists entirely on their own.
Mizuki's calm, measured voice drifted over from the side. "This is an existence that far surpasses DoneDevimon. He is one of the Demon Lords who stand at the absolute pinnacle of all Dark-species Digimon."
"Daemon."
Hearing that legendary name, BeelStarmon initially stiffened, a flicker of deep vigilance crossing her features. But a split second later, a ferocious, burning fighting spirit erupted from her core, washing away any trace of hesitation.
This was exactly what she wanted. The battle she had been longing for—the crucible that would finally allow her to prove her true worth—had arrived.
From beneath the heavy shadows of his hood, Daemon's hoarse, grating voice echoed across the blasted earth. "BeelStarmon. Consider this round two."
"Just as you wish!"
The moment the words left her lips, BeelStarmon kicked off the ground, creating a burst of distance between herself and Daemon before instantly reversing her momentum to launch a devastating upward kick aimed right at his jaw.
"Is that all the strength you possess?" Daemon mocked, his tone dripping with arrogance.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Naive!"
Daemon casually leaned back, letting the barrage of bullets fired from BeelStarmon's heel-guns whistle past his face. In the same fluid motion, he raised a clawed hand and unleashed a roaring torrent of hellfire directly at her.
Flame Inferno!
The terrifying heat of the blast felt like the karmic fires of hell itself. Before the flames even made contact with the ground, the sheer ambient temperature melted the surrounding rocks and soil into bubbling, rolling magma.
Faced with such a dreadful, all-consuming attack, BeelStarmon kept her focus razor-sharp. She manipulated the long, flowing wings formed by her scarf, twisting her body with impossible agility to weave through the incoming fireballs.
However, in her intense focus on evasion, she completely failed to notice that the scorch marks left on the ground beneath her had perfectly connected to form a massive, glowing pentagram.
By the time BeelStarmon registered the trap, the snare had already closed.
"Burn and die!"
Daemon abruptly clenched his outstretched hand. Driven by his dark authority, towering pillars of fire erupted from the pentagram on the ground, instantly enclosing BeelStarmon in a blazing prison.
Watching the walls of hellfire rapidly closing in on her, a wide, thrilled smile stretched across BeelStarmon's face.
Taking on an elegant, almost theatrical posture amidst the heat, she raised the guns in her hands and angled the guns on her boots, unleashing a blinding, omnidirectional storm of lead.
Hurricane Screw!
The twin handguns roared. The twin heel-guns shrieked. The combined, relentless barrage of the four weapons crashed into the surrounding prison of flames, creating a deafening, chaotic crescendo of tearing metal and roaring fire.
Boom!!!
"Is that all you have, Daemon?"
BeelStarmon burst through the shattered remnants of the flame prison. Her clothes were singed, and her pale skin bore numerous dark burn marks left by the intense heat, but the wild smile on her face only grew brighter.
Mizu.
Mizu, are you watching me?
You have to be watching me.
Watch me grow.
Witness the strength I hold right now!
As if he could hear the desperate, eager thoughts echoing in BeelStarmon's mind, Mizuki stood his ground, a deep, unmistakable look of admiration shining in his eyes as he watched her fight.
"Keep going, BeelStarmon."
"Yes!!!"
Feeling that warm, unwavering gaze resting upon her back, the sheer joy and happiness swelling in BeelStarmon's chest felt like it might actually burst.
However, Taichi's anxious voice broke the moment, sounding from right beside Mizuki.
"Mizuki, is it really okay to let this continue?" Taichi asked, his eyes darting to the fresh burns on her arms. "BeelStarmon's body is already starting to take serious damage."
"It is perfectly fine."
Mizuki did not even turn his head to look at Taichi. His eyes remained entirely locked onto BeelStarmon's soaring figure.
"The current BeelStarmon has already completed her own transformation."
As Mizuki spoke, vivid memories of their time in the underground ruins flashed through his mind.
Perhaps it was the internal digivolution brought about by completing his own trial, but LadyDevimon had finally managed to fully analyze the fundamental structure of 0s and 1s back then. Relying on that breakthrough, she had rapidly deciphered every last string of the factory's remaining code.
When the final sequence cracked, a massive, overwhelming surge of data had poured out of her body. Combined with the innate, rule-breaking boost of her Data Rewrite ability, she had shattered her limits and achieved digivolution into the Mega level in a single, stunning leap.
And the true terror of Data Rewrite did not stop there.
"My BeelStarmon, as an Ancient Species, possesses a unique power called Data Rewrite," Mizuki explained calmly. "It allows her to continuously and rapidly overwrite her own structural data in a very short window of time."
"This power not only grants her an absurdly high regeneration rate, but it also forces her physical strength and speed to scale higher the longer she fights."
As if the world itself wanted to prove Mizuki right, the scorch marks and deep burns across BeelStarmon's body began to mend, fresh data weaving over the wounds at a visible, astonishing speed.
But BeelStarmon did not hear a single word of Mizuki's technical explanation.
Her ears had caught only the very first phrase.
My BeelStarmon.
My.
My.
Mizu said I am his!
A wave of absolute, intoxicating euphoria crashed through BeelStarmon's mind. Driven by that explosive emotional high, the latent power of the Ancient Species sleeping within her core surged to the surface, completely unleashed.
Under the stacking effects of her rapid regeneration, her escalating physical specs, and her sheer emotional high, the battle shifted. Daemon, who had initially held the upper hand, slowly began to lose ground, forced onto the defensive under her relentless, manic assault.
"Impossible. This is impossible!" Daemon roared, blocking a heavy kick that sent him skidding backward across the dirt. "My power! I clearly became the mighty Daemon!"
"Why am I being suppressed by the likes of you?!"
"You would never understand!" BeelStarmon laughed, her eyes shining with manic devotion. "The bond between Mizu and me is absolute!"
Screaming about friendship and bonds with a bloodthirsty grin, BeelStarmon charged straight into Daemon's guard.
Watching from below, Mizuki murmured softly, his voice carrying just enough weight to cut through the noise of the battlefield. "Although you managed to evolve into Daemon, you are ultimately a fake. You are not the true Daemon who sits among the Seven Great Demon Lords."
"Without the Crown of Wrath, you simply cannot be a match for my BeelStarmon."
BeelStarmon's mind echoed with a single, looping thought: Mine! Mine!!!
Daemon flinched.
In that fraction of a second, BeelStarmon's blade tore through his defenses. With a sickening, tearing sound, she carved a massive, deep trench across Daemon's body, slicing diagonally from his left shoulder all the way down to his abdomen.
Feeling his core data beginning to bleed out into the air from the massive wound, Daemon's face twisted into a mask of pure, savage desperation.
In that moment of agony, he remembered the source of everything he currently possessed.
Power.
That is right.
I need more power!
The burning pain of the wound and the crushing humiliation of being beaten back by a lesser being twisted together, fueling Daemon's absolute rage. Even as his immense vitality forced the wound to slowly knit back together, the fury burning in his chest demanded more.
Blinded by wrath, he recklessly reached out with his mind, greedily demanding more strength from the dark entity that had elevated him.
But this time, the suffocating presence in the darkness did not answer his desperate plea.
"I am quite pleased that you thought of me in your moment of desperation."
A smooth, magnetic voice echoed directly into Daemon's mind.
"However, I am not at all pleased that you would so greedily attempt to take everything from me."
"I can grant you power, but you must never actively demand it from me. Do you understand?"
As those elegant, chilling words faded from his ears, the savage expression on Daemon's face completely froze.
A second later, he felt the core data holding his existence together violently draining away, pulled back into the void.
Before he could even scream, his massive body crystallized, transforming into a brilliant, shining statue before shattering into primitive, glowing fragments of raw data.
BeelStarmon hovered in the air, watching the bizarre, sudden execution with narrowed eyes. She lowered her weapons, temporarily suppressing her urge to attack as she scanned the area.
While Taichi and the others stared in absolute confusion at Daemon's sudden demise, that same magnetic, highly intellectual voice echoed across the entire battlefield, seemingly coming from everywhere at once.
"As a Demon Lord who supposedly governs the sin of wrath, not only did he fail to control his own rage, but he allowed his rage to control him."
The voice was incredibly pleasant to the ear. Even its casual, mocking tone carried a captivating, hypnotic quality, causing anyone who heard it to inadvertently lower their guard and listen deeply.
"If the true ruler of wrath knew about this pathetic display, I imagine he would laugh until his lungs gave out."
"Who is there!?" Taichi shouted, snapping out of the trance. He whipped his head around, scanning the ruins, but there was no one in sight.
Only Mizuki and BeelStarmon moved in perfect sync, both locking their cold gazes directly onto the empty patch of sky where Daemon had just vanished.
"Oh? Did you find me?"
The unknown entity did not seem to mind being stared down by the human and the Mega-level Digimon. In fact, it sounded genuinely amused, generously offering its praise.
"Not bad at all. How wonderfully sharp of you."
The residual dark energy lingering in the air from Daemon's death began to rapidly swirl and condense. The black mist pulled inward, eventually forming a single, massive, blood-red eyeball floating high above the ground.
"Hmm. Considering the extreme fragility of this world's dimensional boundaries, I suppose this meager form is the absolute limit of what I can project."
"Oh well. It matters little."
Sighing softly, as if genuinely inconvenienced by only having one eye to look through, the entity shifted its massive crimson pupil, fixing its gaze directly onto BeelStarmon.
"Now then, let us have a little chat about all of you."
"Or rather, I would love to say that, but first—!"
The moment the words left the entity's mouth, the massive crimson pupil violently contracted.
Without a single sound, without a shift in the air, BeelStarmon gasped.
Several jagged, glowing crystals violently erupted from her body.
They did not pierce her from the outside. The crystalline spikes tore outward from deep within her core, bursting through her pale skin and shattering her data from the inside out.
"BeelStarmon!" Taichi screamed.
Before Taichi could even take a step forward, a figure blurred past him.
Seeing the young man slide to a halt beside her and reach out his hands, BeelStarmon's eyes widened in sheer panic. "Mizu, do not touch me!"
"These crystals are actively eroding my core data!"
"If you touch them, you will also—"
"Shut up!"
For the first time since they had met, Mizuki snapped at her. His voice was harsh, leaving no room for argument.
While BeelStarmon stared at him in stunned silence, more and more jagged crystals tore through her flesh. Even though she was frantically driving her Data Rewrite ability to its absolute limit, the sheer speed of the crystalline erosion was completely overwhelming her regeneration.
Mizuki wrapped his arms around her trembling form. The moment his skin made contact with the jagged spikes, the infection spread. The exact same glowing crystals began to violently sprout from Mizuki's arms and chest, tearing through his clothes and biting deep into his flesh.
"Mizuki! BeelStarmon!" Taichi roared, sprinting forward.
He barely made it three steps before he slammed face-first into an invisible, unyielding barrier.
"Damn it! What exactly is going on!?"
Seeing Mizuki bleeding as the crystals consumed him, Taichi felt no fear. He drew his arm back and began fiercely pounding his fists against the invisible wall, his knuckles bruising with every desperate strike.
Only one thought burned in his mind.
He had to risk everything to save his friends.
But with his current level of strength, breaking through a barrier forged by such a monstrous entity was entirely impossible.
"DigiDestined. Now is not the time for you children to interfere."
The massive eyeball floating high in the sky spoke with a gentle, almost chiding tone. It silently mobilized a fraction of the dark power swirling within its form.
"Now, please be good and take a little nap."
An invisible wave of heavy, suffocating energy pulsed outward.
The moment the wave washed over them, Taichi's eyes rolled back. Aegiochusmon, Izzy, and Mimi, who had all been rushing forward to help, collapsed into the dirt, instantly forced into a deep, unbreakable unconsciousness.
"Mizuki! Mizuki, please, I am begging you, let go of me!"
BeelStarmon's agonizing, tear-filled voice echoed from the ground.
Because the vast majority of her body had already been consumed and paralyzed by the spreading crystals, she could not even muster the strength to push him away. She could only watch, utterly helpless and horrified, as Mizuki held her tightly, letting the wicked crystals tear into his own body just to stay by her side.
"I told you to shut up!"
After scolding her fiercely one last time, Mizuki locked his jaw. He completely ignored the excruciating, mind-shattering pain of the crystals digging into his nerves—a sensation exactly like being slowly sliced apart by a thousand tiny blades.
Drawing on the faint memory of the sensation he had experienced back in the ruins, he forced his breathing to steady. He began to aggressively mobilize the raw data flowing through his own human body, pushing his Digi-Soul to its absolute limit to guide BeelStarmon's core and help her resist the violent erosion.
But the sheer weight of the enemy's authority was simply too massive.
Even using every last drop of potential hidden within BeelStarmon's Ancient Species data, combined with the absolute entirety of Mizuki's own willpower and soul.
They were fundamentally unable to halt the crystal's advance.
Watching the human and the Digimon slowly be swallowed whole by the glowing, jagged tomb, the massive eye in the sky let out a soft, genuinely regretful sigh.
"In the end... is this truly all there is to you?"
...
Darkness.
A boundless, heavy darkness enveloped her entirely.
The sensation was strangely comforting.
Compared to a waking world constantly mired in endless conflict, burning pain, and desperate survival, simply letting go and falling into this quiet sleep did not seem like a bad thing at all.
But... for some reason, a quiet, stubborn voice kept echoing in the deepest depths of her heart, calling out to her.
Do not sleep.
Do not sleep!
You have to wake up!
You must—
Return to Mizuki's side!
The moment that familiar, beloved name flashed across her fading consciousness, she violently tore through the suffocating bonds of the dark void and snapped her eyes open.
"Mizuki—"
Opening her eyes, she found herself floating in an endless, empty space where absolutely nothing existed.
She looked down at herself. Her massive, powerful Mega-level body was gone. She had completely reverted to her small, helpless, In-Training form. She was Nyaromon again.
"Mizuki!"
But compared to her own pathetic state, Nyaromon did not care. She only cared about the most important person in her entire world.
It was only when she tried to move that she realized she was resting securely in the crook of his arms.
"Mizuki!"
Hearing her desperate cries, the eyelids of the young man holding her trembled slightly. Mizuki slowly opened his eyes, the dark void reflecting in his calm gaze.
After his vision focused on the small, trembling Nyaromon in his arms, Mizuki seemed to instantly understand their situation. A rare, deep look of guilt flashed across his usually composed features.
It seems... we have already...
"I am sorry, Nyaromon."
"Mizuki? Why are you apologizing?" Nyaromon asked, her small voice trembling with confusion.
"Because I yelled at you," Mizuki said softly, raising a hand to gently stroke her soft fur.
"No, I do not mind that at all!" Nyaromon panicked, shaking her head frantically against his chest. "Mizuki, you only did that because you were trying to save me."
"If anything, I should be the one apologizing."
"I made a promise to myself that I would protect you, Mizuki. But in the end, I still could not do a single thing."
The memory of Mizuki's body being cruelly sliced open by those jagged crystals, bleeding just to hold her, flashed through her mind. Nyaromon's vision blurred, and heavy tears began streaming uncontrollably from her large eyes.
Thinking back on their entire journey, Mizuki had always been exactly like this.
He risked his life, his body, his everything for me.
But what about me?
When I was in my In-Training form, I was weak and needed him to protect me.
When I reached my Champion form, he was still the one taking care of me, guiding me.
I could not help him at all during my Ultimate form.
And even now, after finally achieving my Mega form, I still dragged him down and caused him to suffer right alongside me...
Crushed by the weight of her own perceived uselessness, Nyaromon spoke, her voice dripping with intense, agonizing self-loathing. "If a useless burden like me had never appeared in the first—"
Before she could finish the sentence, Mizuki gently pressed his hand over her mouth.
!?
"You silly girl..."
Keeping one hand over her mouth, Mizuki used his other hand to gently pinch her plump, furry cheek, pulling it just enough to be annoying.
"Have you already forgotten what I told you before?"
"I have never, not even for a single second, felt that meeting you was a bad thing."
"On the contrary, it is precisely because you appeared by my side that my second life has been so incredibly wonderful."
"But... but..."
Listening to Mizuki's soft, unwavering words, Nyaromon stuttered, her voice catching in her throat. Tears mixed with overwhelming sorrow and deep happiness continuously slid down her cheeks, soaking into his shirt.
"Nyaromon, do you know?"
Holding her securely against his chest, Mizuki's voice was impossibly gentle, like a warm summer breeze sweeping softly across a silent, empty plain.
"The truth is... I am not actually a strong person."
"I can still vividly remember what it felt like to be completely alone in that cold hospital room when I was little. I was so sick, and when the sun went down and the night fell, I would hide under my thin blankets, shivering because I was so terrified of the dark."
Mizuki slowly raised his head, looking out into the endless, suffocating darkness of the void surrounding them. A small, genuine smile curved the corners of his mouth.
"But, because I have you by my side right now, I suddenly feel that a cold, lonely past like that is no longer unbearable."
"Mizuki..."
Nyaromon choked back a heavy sob. Wrapped in the absolute safety of Mizuki's comfort, the violent emotional turmoil tearing at her heart finally began to subside.
Looking down at her, Mizuki asked her the exact same question he had asked her once before.
"Nyaromon, do you feel happy when you spend time with me?"
—Yes!
Sniffling loudly, Nyaromon nodded her head with everything she had.
Seeing her absolute certainty, Mizuki pulled her closer, burying his cheek deeply into her soft fur.
"That is truly wonderful..."
"It seems my feeling was right all along. As long as I can be with you, even the loneliest, darkest night in the world can be overcome."
Saying that, Mizuki slowly pushed himself to his feet, keeping Nyaromon securely cradled in his arms.
"Nyaromon, let us try to put in a little more effort."
"Mizuki?"
Held up against his chest, Nyaromon stared at his calm face. She was stunned for a moment, and then the hopeful light in her eyes dimmed slightly.
"But... did we not already—"
"Already fail? Yes, perhaps that is the case."
Their physical bodies had been violently pierced, shattered, and entirely consumed by those countless crystals.
The memory of that agonizing pain and the cold sensation of death were still incredibly vivid.
Yet, standing in the void of absolute defeat, Mizuki was not afraid.
"But, are we not clearly feeling our own existence right now?"
"Our consciousness remains intact, and our minds still perfectly remember every second of the time we have spent together."
"If that is the case, then that is more than enough."
"Our hearts, existing right here, bound together, will construct the path toward the future."
Perhaps the dying flame in her heart was violently reignited by Mizuki's absolute conviction, because the dim, defeated look in Nyaromon's eyes vanished entirely.
Without either of them noticing exactly when it started, faint, beautiful flashes of light began to spark to life across the dark, empty expanse of the starry sky.
"Mizuki... I am still a little worried. What if we try again, and we still cannot beat that guy?"
"Even if that happens, it does not matter."
Looking directly into Nyaromon's eyes, Mizuki spoke with absolute, unshakeable certainty, emphasizing every single word. "Even if the future is destined to be nothing but absolute destruction, as long as it is a future we reach together, I will deeply love every single part of it."
"Because being with you is my happiness."
Mizuki—
The absolute finality of those words completely illuminated Nyaromon's soul.
A final, single drop of tear fell from her eye. This crystal-clear droplet, carrying all the pain, suffering, and beautiful fragments of their shared memories, floated upward into the dark sky.
Under the silent gaze of the human and the Digimon, the tear expanded, rapidly spreading outward and transforming into countless, brilliant stars.
The lights converged, forming a stunning sea of stars that carved a glowing, obvious path forward through the void.
Mizuki looked down at Nyaromon one last time.
"Nyaromon, let's go."
"Let us try one more time."
—Even if our fate is already sealed.
With Mizuki's gentle, smiling face perfectly reflected in her wide eyes, Nyaromon nodded with absolute, ferocious determination.
"Mm!!!"
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Reality.
Watching the crystalline tomb completely consume the bodies of Mizuki and BeelStarmon, the massive eyeball floating high in the sky let out a long sigh dripping with genuine regret and disappointment.
"In the end, is this truly all they could manage?"
Just as the entity finalized its judgment and prepared to sever its connection to the physical world, a sound echoed across the battlefield.
Crack.
It was a crisp, sharp sound of fracturing glass.
The massive pupil snapped back to the ground. The entity was startled for a fraction of a second, before an uncontrollable, overwhelming sense of anticipation and twisted joy surged through its core.
Down below, right under its gaze, the massive, impenetrable cluster of jagged crystals began to violently shatter, piece by piece.
Like a divine butterfly tearing its way out of a dead cocoon, a pair of massive, pitch-black wings violently unfolded from the wreckage.
No, it was not just black wings. Right beside them, a second pair of pure white, demon-like wings snapped open, casting away the shattered remnants of the crystal tomb.
Then, a familiar, yet fundamentally altered figure stepped out into the light.
"BeelStarmon, and the human existence chosen by Homeostasis!" the entity practically purred, its voice vibrating with thrill.
"Did you actually succeed?"
"Did you manage to reach that impossible step?!"
With the absolute limit of the Ancient Species' potential fully activated and pushed beyond its breaking point, perfectly synchronized with the ultimate, unyielding will and heart of a human soul.
The flawless convergence of these two distinct powers gave birth to an existence that completely transcended the established logic of the world.
"Ah. I suppose I have you to thank for this."
Hovering above the shattered crystals, BeelStarmon cradled Mizuki's unconscious but breathing body securely in her arms. She carefully checked his condition, and feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the suffocating anxiety gripping her chest finally loosened.
But the very next second, an intense, world-ending fury ignited within her heart, burning hotter than any flame.
She slowly raised her head, locking her terrifying gaze onto the massive eyeball in the sky.
"However, do not expect me to actually thank you."
"Not only that, but you are going to pay the absolute price for what you just did to him!"
"With this brand new power of mine—"
Transcending the destined ending of absolute destruction, the existence born from the flawless convergence of human and Digimon was a being that now possessed a terrifying strength far beyond the Mega level.
Super Ultimate level—
Belfast Beast: Final End Mode!
Before the massive eyeball could even attempt to mobilize its dark authority, familiar, jagged crystals violently burst forth from deep within its own pupil.
"What is this!?"
Feeling its own structural data being violently torn apart from the inside, the entity was momentarily stunned. Then, a booming, increasingly manic laughter echoed from the bleeding eye.
"The absolute understanding of 0s and 1s... Did you actually manage to achieve this step?!"
"Final Mode... It truly is the end of everything!"
"For you, in this world... no! Even across all parallel worlds, there is no power, no rule, and no authority that you cannot instantly deconstruct and understand now!"
Even as the eyeball praised her, it immediately attempted to forcefully repair its tearing data using its own absolute authority.
But it quickly discovered, with genuine astonishment, that its supposedly invincible, immortal regenerative power was now completely and utterly ineffective.
Even if this floating eye was merely a temporary vessel constructed to project his will, there was absolutely no logical reason for his authority to malfunction like this.
Unless—
"That is exactly right. It is just as you thought."
At that moment, Mizuki's calm, steady voice echoed across the battlefield, projecting from the safety of BeelStarmon's arms.
"Since you immediately recognized the absolute ability of my Belfast Beast: Final End Mode, then surely an entity like you can understand exactly what is happening."
"Mysterious existence."
"Or rather, I should say, the ancient, ruling existence of the Dark Area—"
"GranDracmon."
When Mizuki had first deduced that the puppet master pulling the strings behind the eyeball was the legendary, terrifying figure known as GranDracmon, he had admittedly felt a brief spike of genuine nervousness.
But now, walking firmly upon this new path constructed by their intertwined hearts, Mizuki felt absolutely no emotional fluctuations regarding the ancient demon.
"Deal with it, BeelStarmon. As for the rest, we will consider it when we truly meet him face-to-face in the future."
"Yes!"
Following Mizuki's cold command, the massive eyeball serving as GranDracmon's vessel of will was completely and violently eroded by its own technique. Stripped of its ability to regenerate, the eye solidified into a massive, lifeless block of jagged crystal.
"GranDracmon... Crystal Revolution, was it?"
Glancing coldly at the massive crystal block plummeting from the sky, BeelStarmon immediately turned her back on it, her voice dripping with absolute disgust.
"What a truly wicked technique."
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