[Should the Chosen continue or stay where the are, it makes no difference. Each step they all take might seem like it means something. Like they're getting closer to their goal, like they're accomplishing what they set out to do.
But does it actually? The Dark Field will have them believe otherwise. More memories will play in their minds, awful memories. Some aren't their own. They are of wars, human, Digimon, other creatures, natural disasters. Like the culmination of every bad thing in every universe pours into their heads. Maybe even happy memories, warped by the Field to appear negative and hurtful. Nothing will provide any comfort.
Overwhelming.
They've lost something. Everything. No matter what the Field is showing them, they feel like there is something precious that is lost, forever unattainable. By now, they have been in here, this abyss, for more than a day, though it might feel like much longer.
The scratches, the injuries, they will keep getting worse. They will cut the Chosen to their core.]
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But does it actually? The Dark Field will have them believe otherwise. More memories will play in their minds, awful memories. Some aren't their own. They are of wars, human, Digimon, other creatures, natural disasters. Like the culmination of every bad thing in every universe pours into their heads. Maybe even happy memories, warped by the Field to appear negative and hurtful. Nothing will provide any comfort.
Overwhelming.
They've lost something. Everything. No matter what the Field is showing them, they feel like there is something precious that is lost, forever unattainable. By now, they have been in here, this abyss, for more than a day, though it might feel like much longer.
The scratches, the injuries, they will keep getting worse. They will cut the Chosen to their core.]