Chapter 128: Angewomon

Boundless storms erupted around the body of Tianwu-mon, their intensity so fierce that even the very fabric of space began to tear. The "Thousand-Net Abyss" attacks that had been directed at Tianwu-mon faltered, wavering before collapsing entirely.

The seven seals of the Great Demon Lords upon the body of Ichimon glowed with blinding radiance. Before him, the crown insignias of the seven sovereigns manifested, merging into a massive magical circle. From this, a concentrated wave of energy surged toward Tianwu-mon.

The "Demon God Wave" was capable of unleashing power far exceeding the "Dragon Collider" of Dynasmon. Its intensity was proportional to the time spent charging, with a base minimum output equivalent to ten times the energy of a star.

"BOOM!" The overwhelming energy obliterated all turbulent winds, piercing through Tianwu-mon and continuing into the space beyond. Regrettably, the destructive power waned with distance until it dissipated into nothingness.

"What a pity," Tianwu-mon remarked, looking at Ichimon, then down at the gaping hole in his own torso. His face was etched with regret. Yet, locking eyes with Ichimon, a grim, sinister sneer curled his lips: "Even if I die, I will not let you live."

"BOOM!" The moment the words left his lips, a violent surge of energy exploded from his body. He had detonated himself.

Ichimon attempted to intervene, for had they been within the Digital World, he would have had ample time to escape the radius of such an explosion. But here, he feared that if he were to retreat from this pocket dimension, he might vanish like his own "Demon God Wave" and revert back into a human. Thus, allowing the detonation to proceed put him in grave peril. Alas, it was too late to stop it.

As Tianwu-mon detonated, a vast expanse of white light engulfed the surroundings. Cloaked in this radiance, Ichimon lost consciousness.

"Ichimon..." Amidst the haze, he heard a voice calling his name. It sounded somewhat unfamiliar at first, yet upon closer reflection, it felt as though he had heard it somewhere before.

In his dazed state, all Ichimon could perceive was the persistent white light. Gradually, his awareness faded entirely. When he finally stirred, he found himself staring at a ceiling—a white ceiling, much like the one he had perceived in his clouded state earlier.

"Master, are you awake?" A voice echoed beside him. Instinctively, Ichimon moved to unleash the "Thousand-Net Abyss" toward the source of the sound.

Ultimately, he restrained himself. For one, he no longer possessed the wings required to execute the technique. Secondly, he realized that the voice had addressed him as "Master"—a title unlikely to come from an enemy.

Ichimon rose from the bed and turned toward the voice. He discovered that the speaker was none other than Paildramon, whose eyes were filled with concern, care, and apprehension.

Beside Paildramon, Dorumon lay fast asleep, seemingly oblivious to the events that had transpired. Ichimon scanned his surroundings and noted that the environment bore a striking resemblance to the login space of "Digital Source World." In other words, he was likely within the login hub.

*Am I in the login space? Why am I here? Wasn't I just battling Tianwu-mon in my ultimate form? How did I end up here so suddenly?* Ichimon looked around, his face clouded with confusion.

"Because you have arrived in the true Digital World," a voice spoke, as if answering his very thoughts.

"Who's there?" Ichimon turned toward the source of the sound. The voice felt hauntingly familiar. Standing there, within his line of sight, was a Digimon—Angewomon.

Angewomon, an Archangel-type Vaccine Digimon, is an Ultimate-level being whose signature move is "Celestial Arrow." Possessing the appearance of a beautiful woman, she is known for her gentle temperament, yet she harbors zero tolerance for injustice or evil. Should an opponent refuse to repent, she will never cease her assault. It is said that because of this spirit and power, she is revered by other Digimon as a goddess.

"Who are you?" Ichimon frowned, his expression guarded. Though her voice was familiar, if she could not clarify her identity, he was prepared to strike her down.

After all, he could fathom Paildramon and Dorumon existing within the game, but he had no recollection of ever interacting with an Angewomon. How could she possibly be here?

"Me?" Angewomon stepped forward, closing the distance until their faces were barely ten centimeters apart. Their breath mingled. She whispered, "Have you forgotten the days I spent upon your wrist?"

"It's you?" Ichimon’s eyes widened in astonishment. "You were a watch! How did you become an Angewomon?"

Angewomon stepped back, spreading her hands with a helpless shrug. "Isn't that thanks to you?"

"What do you mean by that?" Ichimon asked. "And tell me, do you know why I am here?"

"I know a fair amount. If you wish to know, I can tell you," Angewomon replied, her expression turning somber. "The truth is this."

As Angewomon recounted the tale, Ichimon realized there were many things he had overlooked. Had she not spoken up, he might never have grasped the magnitude of what had occurred. He had been at the center of the vortex all along. One could say Ichimon lacked sharpness, or perhaps he was simply oblivious. But regardless, he finally understood.