[The visions and horrors continue. For how long? It's impossible for the Chosen to tell how long they've been inside the Dark Field, but from an outside prospective, it's been over a day. The afternoon outside, and in this dark abyss they have nothing to comfort them.
And then?
Abruptly, it all stops.
Whatever they are experiencing stops...and then something new begins.
The same vision. In fact, unexpectedly, the Chosen should be in the same vicinity.
A Digimon, shining white, too bright to see, brutally slaughters Digimon of all sizes. One after the other, they’re cut down, eliminated.
And with each digimon cut down a scratch is formed as you can only look on. The Dark Area has grabbed you, seemingly chaining you down to the nothingness. You are helpless and can only look on in horror? Anger? Fear and true terror?
Yet questions should be plaguing you. How big is it? Unclear. The light conceals it. Could make it tall as a skyscraper or small as a basketball. Screams of pain echo, one after the other. The Digimon doesn't stop. The village doesn't end. It appears like whatever this creature is, it's destroying everything in its path.]
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And then?
Abruptly, it all stops.
Whatever they are experiencing stops...and then something new begins.
The same vision. In fact, unexpectedly, the Chosen should be in the same vicinity.
A Digimon, shining white, too bright to see, brutally slaughters Digimon of all sizes. One after the other, they’re cut down, eliminated.
And with each digimon cut down a scratch is formed as you can only look on. The Dark Area has grabbed you, seemingly chaining you down to the nothingness. You are helpless and can only look on in horror? Anger? Fear and true terror?
Yet questions should be plaguing you. How big is it? Unclear. The light conceals it. Could make it tall as a skyscraper or small as a basketball. Screams of pain echo, one after the other. The Digimon doesn't stop. The village doesn't end. It appears like whatever this creature is, it's destroying everything in its path.]