Under the night sky, in front of Wizardmon, Astamon, Goblimon, Mushroomon, Otamamon, Gekomon, and Kunemon, two figures were fiercely clashing.
Both were Angewomon.
Same counter-clockwise iron mask, same graceful figure, same asymmetrical white battle outfit with strategic cutouts…
At first glance, it was nearly impossible to tell them apart.
But on closer inspection, there were differences.
One Angewomon stood over two meters tall—this was Gatomon of this world, temporarily evolved into Angewomon through DigiSoul.
The other stood at around 1.8 meters—this was Mors, the Angewomon from another dimension.
Likely due to the high aptitude and stronger innate holy power in this Gatomon, her Angewomon form was noticeably taller.
Mors, despite having her potential unlocked by the Old Kai and achieving her mysterious form, still retained her original physique. The mysterious form enhanced her holy power without altering her appearance.
Wizardmon was in awe: "Amazing! Mors's wings are like arms, forming a perfect defense that completely blocks the other Angewomon's attacks!"
Goblimon laughed proudly: "Big Sis is unbeatable!"
Mors wasn't overpowering her opponent with superior strength. Instead, she matched her power level and used a technique evolved from the Four Demon Fist—Eight-Winged Fist.
She manipulated the eight wings on her back like limbs, deftly blocking every punch and kick from the other Angewomon.
"Good speed and force—you were just a bit away from breaking through my Eight-Winged Fist. So close."
—Nonsense!
Angewomon nearly cursed. Every time she was "just a bit away," but she never managed to land a hit.
What even was this move?
To wield eight wings with this level of precision—was this a secret skill exclusive to experienced Angewomon?
She paused, focused, and searched her mind for any hidden techniques.
Holy Arrow, Heaven's Charm, Holy Bubble, Holy Slap…
No matter how hard she searched, Eight-Winged Fist wasn't listed. But instead, something else surfaced—a memory she had long forgotten.
"Kari…"
Mors heard her and paused. "You remembered?"
It was unexpected. No external trigger, or perhaps the evolution itself had been the catalyst.
Angewomon smiled joyfully, "Yes, I remembered! The person I've been waiting for all this time—Kari Kamiya!"
"In that case…" Mors began.
But Angewomon's face turned serious. "Kari's one of the Chosen Children. Myotismon is targeting them…"
If she were still a Rookie or Child-level, she'd simply await her destined partner's arrival. But now, as a Champion-level Gatomon temporarily in Ultimate form, her more mature mindset took over.
"If I can defeat Myotismon myself… then Kari won't have to risk herself!"
This protective instinct turned into a sense of duty.
Mors nodded approvingly. "A noble resolve."
"Senior, please train me!"
Though Mors couldn't see her expression under the mask, she felt the burning determination. Being called "senior" with that serious voice—Mors was secretly thrilled.
Lucy, the other Angewomon, quietly reminded her, "Mors, tone it down. I can sense a wicked aura rising."
Mors took a deep breath and calmed herself. "I understand your ambition. Good. I'll help you!"
Angewomon was slightly puzzled by the mention of ambition but didn't question it—she had a goal now.
Mors said, "Every living being has untapped potential. There are ways to awaken it—through superpowers, magic, X-Antibodies…"
"Do you have that ability, Senior?" Angewomon asked excitedly.
Wizardmon and the others leaned in, expectantly.
"I don't," Mors replied bluntly.
Unlocking potential instantly was a Namekian Elder's ability. Old Kai's magic could push you past your limits. The X-Antibody was another way—but its location in this multiverse was unknown.
"…Oh." Disappointment flashed across everyone's faces.
"But there is one universal method—combat," Mors added.
Angewomon's expression turned flat. Fighting? That's nothing new. She'd fought to survive her whole life.
"Wait… You mean…"
"Yes. We continue fighting."
Angewomon was speechless. Was this just an excuse for Mors to spar again?
"And to push your potential further, I'll use more of my strength. Be ready to dodge. I'll heal you afterward, but pain is unavoidable."
With that, Mors vanished like the wind.
Angewomon dodged left just in time—rip!—her right boot was sliced open at the ankle. A clean, surgical cut.
"What speed… Is this your true strength?" she asked.
Mors didn't reply—just smiled and folded her arms.
The attack had come from her wings, the Eight-Winged Fist again.
"Just a demo. Can you dodge the next one?"
In the next 24 hours, Angewomon would learn that each feather on those wings could cut like blades, each flap could hit like a hammer.
Every time she was beaten into the ground, healing light would revive her.
Only to be beaten again.
And again.
Her skin was bruised, her armor torn—only to be healed and wrecked again.
From night to dawn, dawn to noon, noon to dusk, dusk back to night…
She lost count of how many times she'd been knocked down, how many times she reverted to Gatomon and was forcibly evolved again.
Her mask had been broken multiple times—thankfully repaired with each evolution.
Eventually, she stopped keeping track.
Only one thing remained—battle.
Faster. Stronger.
"Okay. That's enough," Mors finally said.
Angewomon blinked, surprised. She was just getting into it.
"You've made huge progress," Mors praised. "Among Chosen Digimon, you're a true prodigy."
That made Angewomon smile with pride.
Meanwhile, the Digital World's overseeing entity—Homeostasis—watched from afar.
Though it had no physical form, it metaphorically nodded.
This outsider Angewomon seemed aligned with justice. Maybe she could help guide the other Chosen Children.
The faster their Digimon partners grew, the sooner the Dark Masters could be defeated and balance restored.
"But even geniuses need rest," Mors added.
"You're right…" Angewomon collapsed, exhausted, not caring about her divine image.
She had grown so attuned to her body that she could now devolve to Gatomon at will—and even re-evolve on her own.
Just like how Leomon became SaberLeomon through sheer will after exposure to the Holy Light.
Now, Angewomon could do the same.
Before devolving, she noticed Mors holding a red staff, tipped with a glowing yellow orb.
"What's that?" she asked.
"It's a tool that renders you immobile."
Mors lightly tapped her forehead with the orb.
Angewomon felt a jolt—then couldn't move or speak.
"Rest your body," Mors whispered. "Now, train your holy power. If you can break the seal with your own strength… you pass. If not, you'll become my collection—and Kari will be mine."
Hot breath tickled her ear. Angewomon shivered.
You're joking, right?
Mors grinned. "Don't worry. I'll take good care of both of you. You and your partner. Hehehe…"
She placed a hand on Angewomon's thigh. "Great texture. I could play with this for a whole year~"
Wizardmon panicked. "What are you doing to her?!"
Mors tapped him with the staff. "Step out."
Goblimon obeyed, carrying Wizardmon off.
Angewomon was already anxious. Seeing this made her furious.
Kari—was Kari going to be taken?
No!
Kari is mine!
With everything she had, she summoned her holy power to break the seal.
Minute by minute, Mors continued her "training"—until finally, Angewomon shattered the restraint.
Mors clapped. "Congrats! After physical and spiritual refinement, you're now truly strong."
"…." Angewomon was speechless.
Terrifying…
Homeostasis, still observing from afar, metaphorically gawked.
This training method would traumatize the kids!
The idea of making this otherworldly Angewomon their mentor? Delete it. Delete it completely.
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