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[Angewomon]
[Level: Ultimate]
[Type: High Angel]
[Attribute: Vaccine]
[Special Move: Celestial Arrow, Heaven's Charm]
[A High Angel Digimon with the appearance of a beautiful woman. Though previously classified as an Angel Digimon, the great power of its abilities makes clear it is a High Angel Digimon. A Champion-level Angel has six wings and an Ultimate-level Angel has eight wings. Angewomon is calm by nature, but does not tolerate wickedness, and will continue attacking until its foe is reformed. Due to Angewomon's strength of spirit and great power, it is regarded as a goddess of the Digital World. One of Angewomon's special moves is the powerful lightning attack Celestial Arrow, also known as Heaven's Punishment, while the other, a deadly beam attack filled with the essence of beauty and kindness known as Heaven's Charm, is more effective the stronger the dark power of the opposing Digimon.]
[LadyDevimon]
[Level: Ultimate]
[Type: Dark Angel]
[Attribute: Virus]
[Special Move: Darkness Wave, Poison]
[A feminine Dark Angel Digimon with a noble presence. LadyDevimon's Dark Side Power is strong, pure, and without equal. There are almost no instances of one of these Digimon being fully raised on a personal computer. Its special move Darkness Wave releases countless flying batlike creatures at the opponent to burn them to a crisp. Its other special move Poison converts the opponent's power into dark energy, annihilating the foe from within. The stronger the opponent's power, the more devastating this technique becomes.]
I stare, mesmerized. A golden aura practically explodes from the two Digimon, illuminating the grimy tunnel. Angewomon, the goddess of the Digital World, stands regal and serene, eight wings shimmering with celestial light. LadyDevimon, the embodiment of dark grace, exudes power, her presence sharp and commanding. It's a rush seeing them achieve this stage.
"Wow… so pretty, chu! And strong, chu!" Cutemon squeaks, bouncing with excitement. The little pink ball of fluff is practically vibrating with pure, unadulterated joy.
Angewomon turns her gaze towards me, a soft smile gracing her lips. "I feel… a new power. A strength I never imagined possible."
LadyDevimon smirks, crossing her arms. "Indeed. Is this what it means to reach the Ultimate?"
Despite the incredible shift, Daredevil remains focused, a statue carved from grit and determination. His heightened senses paint a different picture. He knows that Mr. Fear, pathetic as he seems, is still the source of the terror.
Mr. Fear, however, is far from giving up. His eyes blaze with fanaticism, a desperate gamble etched on his face. "Phantomon! End this! Now!"
The specter of death obeys, its shadowy form rippling as it prepares to strike. Now, or never. It's a last-ditch effort, a final, doomed stand against the tide.
I steel myself, pushing aside the awe and adrenaline. "Angewomon, LadyDevimon, let's go!"
With a chorus of their battle cry, the light and dark forces collide.
Angewomon rises gracefully, a vision of divine retribution. With pinpoint precision, she draws back her arm, a bow forming from pure light.
"Celestial Arrow!" she cries, unleashing bolts of energy that explode like miniature suns.
Each arrow seeks out the darkness, searing through Phantomon's spectral form. Her skill at long-range combat shines, each shot finding its mark.
LadyDevimon counters with raw, untamed power.
"Darkness Wave!" she shouts, and a swirling vortex of shadowy bats erupts from her outstretched hand.
A storm of midnight, they descend upon Phantomon, clawing and biting at its essence, threatening to consume it entirely.
Phantomon, caught between the holy light and the encroaching shadows, fights back with a possessed ferocity. It swings its scythe in wide arcs, each sweep threatening to cleave through the very fabric of reality. The chain whips around, deflecting some of the arrows and bats. It's a desperate dance, a macabre ballet of death.
But the reaper is outmatched. He's not strong enough to withstand the combined assault.
The battle rages, but the scales have tipped. Angewomon and LadyDevimon, now at their peak, are an unstoppable force. It crescendos in a blinding explosion of light and shadow.
Angewomon gathers her power, focusing her will. "Heaven's Charm!" A wave of purifying light washes over Phantomon, disrupting its spectral form, weakening its defenses, and burning away the corruption that binds it.
LadyDevimon seizes the opportunity, unleashing her signature move. "Poison!" A dark miasma seeps into Phantomon, corrupting it from the inside out. The screams are silent, lost in the digital ether.
The spectral Digimon, once a harbinger of doom, convulses as the dark energy consumes it. It crumbles, its essence dissipating into motes of light. A DigiEgg falls to the ground.
Without hesitation, I claim it, pointing my Digivice. "See ya, never gonna miss you!" I say, sending the corrupted egg back to the Digital World, hoping that whatever hatches will be better.
With the dark presence gone, Ballistamon finally gets his chance.
"Heavy Speaker!" he yells, unleashing a low-frequency blast. The sound resonates through the tunnel, shaking the very foundations of Oscorp. The Atmospheric Dispersal Unit, already weakened by the battle, buckles and shatters. The tank ruptures, spilling the contents into the sewer.
Mr. Fear watches his life's work, his masterpiece of terror, come crashing down around him.
Despair washes over him, crushing his spirit. He stumbles, his body suddenly frail. The air leaves him in a heavy sigh. He has lost.
Without the connection to Soulmon, without the strength granted by the bond, Mr. Fear collapses. His body can't keep up.
With the immediate threat neutralized, Daredevil and I turn our attention to the fallen villain.
Daredevil kneels, his senses alert for any sign of trickery. He reaches out, his gloved hand gripping the skull mask. With a swift motion, he pulls it free.
The face beneath is a stark contrast to the theatrical villain we've been fighting. A shriveled, old man stares up at us, his eyes filled with a hollow emptiness.
"An old man?" I blurt. "We've been fighting an old man?"
Mr. Fear rasps, "I'm barely thirty!"
This has to be a joke, right? I mean, the dude looks like he's about to collect social security. Even DD is confused.
"Lemme try something." I pull out my phone and snap a quick pic, then show the screen to him.
He stares at the image, his eyes widening in disbelief. I can almost see the gears turning in his head. "How… How could this be?!" He stammers, running a trembling hand across his face. The skin is papery and thin. It is definitely old.
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