The sky was clear, with the sun hanging high and slightly tilting westward.
Spencer Damon, Agumon (S), Marcus Damon, BanchouLeomon, Yoshino Fujieda, Yuma, Yatagaramon, and Mercurymon stood along a rural highway stretching into the outskirts.
Besides the concrete road beneath their feet, only fields and trees surrounded them.
They all looked slightly upward toward two figures floating mid-air—
One, a young warrior girl clad in snakeskin armor, holding a large sword and shield. Her long blue hair was braided into twin pigtails, full of youthful energy.
The other, a beautiful and graceful woman in a white dress. Silver armor covered her forearms and legs, and her long golden curls flowed even longer than her tall frame. She was stunning beyond compare.
Moss rested her left hand on her right elbow and twirled a golden strand of hair with her right hand, smiling softly. "A god versus a god—how interesting, right?"
Although she was a variant form and her opponent a modified one, both counted among the Olympus Twelve Gods.
And with Mercurymon standing nearby, this gathering was, in a way, an actual reunion of the Digimon world's Olympus Twelve.
Biochemical Minervamon took in Moss's radiant, goddess-like appearance—beautiful, poised, and full of allure—and momentarily lost focus.
So dazzling... Like the morning star itself! This must be the goddess of love and beauty!
But Biochemical Minervamon quickly shook it off, using her willpower to suppress the overwhelming charisma and coldly snorted, "That form isn't built for battle. You don't have the Digital World's collective DigiSoul to back you up here. No matter how charming you are, you're doomed!"
She pointed her massive sword—Olympia—at Moss, battle spirit flaring. Despite its size nearly matching her own body, she raised it effortlessly.
This was no ordinary weapon. Olympia was capable of devastating techniques: Assault Wheel Slash and Crazy Merry-Go-Round, the former splitting the earth, the latter summoning a fierce tornado.
"Heh~" Moss chuckled softly, raising her right index finger.
A golden flame-like energy ignited on the tip of that slender, delicate finger.
Everyone watching froze.
What did that gesture mean?
Veteran warrior BanchouLeomon chuckled, "So that's it—she means to defeat her with just one finger."
Mercurymon frowned, unsure whether to step in.
After all, Biochemical Minervamon was on par with him in strength, and Venusmon wasn't known for combat. To try and take her on with just a finger? That was sheer arrogance!
"You dare mock me?!" roared Biochemical Minervamon, enraged. "You'll pay for this!"
In a flash, she darted toward Moss, lifting her greatsword high.
"YAAH!"
With tremendous force and momentum behind the swing—enhanced by her strength, the sword's weight, and gravity—it should've shattered anything in its path.
Even Mercurymon reacted. "Not good!" He moved to assist.
But BanchouLeomon blocked him. "Relax. She's not your average Venusmon."
And soon, Mercurymon saw what he meant.
Clink!
"What?!" Biochemical Minervamon froze in shock.
So did the onlookers.
The sword halted just ten centimeters from Moss's head. Held back—by a single finger.
That slender, porcelain finger, which looked too fragile to bear any force, was now effortlessly stopping a blade that could split mountains.
"It can't be! I don't believe it!"
Biochemical Minervamon pulled back, slashing three more times in rapid succession.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Each strike met the same result. The finger didn't budge.
"Incredible!"
"It's like she's created an invisible barrier with just one finger!"
The spectators gasped in awe.
BanchouLeomon muttered, "She's not only strengthened her body to such extremes, she's reading her opponent perfectly—using pure instinct."
The combination of hardened body and refined battle sense allowed Moss to parry everything effortlessly. Even BanchouLeomon admitted he couldn't match that level of precision.
Mercurymon said, "You're right. She's a true warrior."
Marcus nodded. "She's come a long way."
Just two months ago, she was merely an unusual Ultimate-level Digimon. Now she was holding her own—no, dominating—a Mega-level.
That growth was faster than a rocket in the Digital World.
"RAAAHH!"
Infuriated, Biochemical Minervamon swung her sword like a fan, generating a massive gale.
Black and white twin serpents danced in the whirlwind, forming a twister that surrounded Moss.
"You've got nowhere to run now!"
Biochemical Minervamon laughed triumphantly as she dove in, spinning with her sword—becoming a whirlwind herself.
Assault Wheel Slash.
As her rotating body and sword surged toward Moss like a spinning buzzsaw, Moss calmly sidestepped.
There were mere centimeters between her chest and the deadly blade.
Moss reached out, caught one of Minervamon's braided pigtails, and yanked—using it to hurl her around, disrupting the assault and dispersing the tornado.
A single counter crushed both enemy techniques.
"She… pulled her hair?"
The spectators were stunned. Not just by Moss's reflexes—but by the sheer… pettiness of the move.
Hair pulling? Really?
Yet it worked.
Panicked, Minervamon cut off the braid with her sword and broke free.
"You—using such dirty tricks!"
But before she could finish scolding, Moss was already in front of her.
BAM!
A pristine white knee slammed into Minervamon's stomach.
"GURK—!"
She curled up in pain and nausea.
But she didn't even fly far—Moss grabbed the remaining braid to stop her.
And then…
A glowing violet orb gathered in Moss's right palm.
Heavenly Violet Light!
The energy sphere blasted into Minervamon's face.
BOOM!
She was engulfed in the explosion.
Olympia, her greatsword, dropped from the sky and stabbed into the earth, quivering slightly.
"She's not the goddess of love—she's a goddess of war!"
Everyone winced, faces tingling.
Moss released her Venusmon form and returned to Angewomon, descending with the battered Minervamon in hand.
Marcus stepped forward. "I've studied Kurata's biochemical Digimon research. If you defeat a Biomerge Digimon thoroughly, the fusion separates—the Digimon becomes a Digi-Egg again."
In short, land the final blow, and the Digimon and human separate.
This would allow the Digimon to be reborn and evolve again—faster than before due to retained data.
But Moss said, "I want to try something else."
Marcus raised an eyebrow. "Another method?"
Yes—besides defeating or forcibly separating them via machine, there was no known way.
Unless Moss had something new...
She raised her left hand toward Minervamon's forehead and flicked gently.
Sheep Talisman: Astral Projection.
Two spirits emerged from the body.
One—a blond girl in gothic clothes, looking confused.
The other—a slumbering Quetzalmon.
Mercurymon and BanchouLeomon gasped. "...Spirits?!"
The humans looked puzzled—they couldn't see them.
But Marcus activated his DigiSoul and smiled. "I see. With DigiSoul, we can perceive them."
Yoshino and Yuma followed suit, revealing the two souls.
Spencer Damon stood awkwardly—he had no DigiSoul.
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