Ringabel's eyes narrowed at the voice, while Biyomon's widened. Her hand tightened upon his, and both winced as the screech echoed upon the empty castle halls. What appeared... did not look good.

Nor did it look like they'd escape this unscathed. Fighting was an option. But running... yes. Running was better. Ringabel pulled at Biyomon's claw, yet the digimon remained rooted to the floor, beak agape.

"T-T-T-T-The Digital Hazard!!! No... It cannot...

This can't be.."

He couldn't move. He could drop her hand. He could run, but he couldn't drag her. And he wouldn't leave her. He couldn't, not with that thing.

"Biyomon! We have to go! Come on!"

"N-no... we can't run. The hazard... We're already... already..."