Is an hour long?
Not really.
During a lazy afternoon, it could pass by in a drowsy haze.
But right now, on Wandering Island, that one hour felt like a century to everyone.
With every second that passed, their anxiety grew heavier.
When the Ten Legendary Warriors returned to the island, they reverted from beast forms back into human ones.
Ranamon suddenly exclaimed, "Huh? Why didn't you turn back into Duskmon?"
Everyone looked in the direction she pointed and immediately understood. The one who should've returned to Duskmon's human form now appeared in a different state—KaiserLeomon.
His dark armor had shifted from a skull motif to a lion's head design—less eerie and more regal.
Holy Angewomon explained, "This is the true form of the Warrior of Darkness."
Duskmon was a twisted form, the result of Cherubimon's curse. The current KaiserLeomon is his genuine identity.
"I see," the others nodded.
But that was a side note. The real focus now was down below, where two figures stood facing each other.
A floating hourglass slowly emptied between them.
"Can Moss really do it?"
Even the Evil Warriors didn't want her to die.
Onismon said, "Have faith in her."
Kari Kamiya chimed in, "Angewomon will definitely win!"
"Kari…" KendoGarurumon was about to speak but hesitated.
He had always felt a mysterious closeness to Kari. Now, with divine power flowing through his evolved form, that feeling only intensified.
If the Spirit of Light were passed to Kari, the compatibility might be incredibly high.
So he had come to regard Kari as a little sister.
Yet even so, he couldn't bring himself to blindly believe Moss—no matter how much he hoped for her victory. There had to be a reason, some sign, some proof.
The others felt the same.
They desperately wanted Moss to defeat Lucemon, but such a scene was beyond imagination.
Lucemon had effortlessly shattered the Nine-Fold Strike and dismissed the Ten-Fold Strike with a glance.
He was too strong.
Too overwhelmingly powerful.
It wasn't that they didn't want to defeat him—it was that they simply couldn't imagine him ever being beaten.
But then the hour passed.
The sand ran dry.
Despair gripped everyone's hearts.
It was over.
Their faces went pale.
Until…
Moss invoked her reception spell. Her form transformed drastically.
When the twelve black-and-white wings unfolded behind her, everyone felt hope spark again in their hearts.
"Could that be... another Spirit?"
It looked a lot like their own spirit-based transformations.
Kari Kamiya answered, "That's Mastemon."
"Mastemon? What is that?" asked KendoGarurumon.
"I only know the name," Kari replied. She had heard it three hours ago, when Moss had first invoked magic outside the firewall.
Three hours ago?
Yes. Just three hours ago, Kari had been home sick with a cold.
And now she'd passed through the firewall, arrived at Wandering Island, and ended up here in the Dark Area.
What a whirlwind of three hours!
Flaremon, Fairymon, Korikakumon, and Beetlemon looked to Bokomon. He flipped through his encyclopedic book and shook his head—there was no record of Mastemon.
KaiserLeomon, Ranamon, and Arbormon turned to Mercurymon, the Evil Warriors' strategist. He too shook his head.
Holy Angewomon looked at Moss and murmured, "Six angel wings… six demon wings… Could she also wield both light and darkness?"
Lucemon had surprised her with such power—but now Moss had it too?
Onismon's eyes sparkled. "Yes! That must be it. She's also fusing incompatible powers—she's the same type of warrior as Lucemon!"
"Light and darkness…"
Everyone instinctively looked to the Warriors of Light and Darkness.
KendoGarurumon remained silent.
KaiserLeomon said nothing either.
They were the quiet types.
Flaremon looked around, scratched his head, and asked, "So if Angewomon's fused form is like Lucemon's… does that mean she can beat him?"
Korikakumon replied, "If she has the same kind of power, she should be able to, right?"
Mercurymon warned, "No, we can't say that yet."
Power alone wasn't everything—how you used it mattered just as much.
Even the strongest move like Seven Heavens could backfire if you didn't use it right.
Still, seeing Moss receive Mastemon's soul stirred hope in everyone's hearts.
Lucemon no longer felt invincible.
Now, across the field, the two beings of light and dark stared each other down.
But their styles couldn't have been more different.
Lucemon Falldown Mode looked like a decadent noble of the past, while Moss—now Mastemon—resembled a futuristic warrior.
"You dare mimic my form, fool!" Lucemon sneered, flying forward with terrifying speed.
Fists blurred, becoming hundreds of phantom punches. Like a storm, they rained toward Moss.
This was Paradise Lost, Lucemon's signature technique.
It began with a flurry of strikes, followed by launching the opponent into the air, then slamming them into the ground.
This was only the first phase—the chaotic barrage.
Each strike was blindingly fast and hit like a mountain. Even Royal Knights like Gallantmon or Dynasmon would be helpless at this stage.
Could a mere Angewomon, even in armor, really endure it?
Armor? Hah—only the weak needed armor!
But—
WHAM!
Lucemon's eyes widened.
His entire barrage was deflected—not by hands or feet—but by Moss's twelve wings.
She didn't lift a finger. Her wings alone parried every blow.
Those wings were more agile than arms!
Lucemon's own wings felt like dead weight in comparison—good only for flight.
Unacceptable!
Lucemon gritted his teeth and doubled his attack speed.
Paradise Lost Phase One—Form Two!
Still, her wings created an impenetrable wall. Not a single strike got through.
Moss didn't even move her fingers.
She smiled calmly, "Eight-Wing Strike… or should I say Twelve-Wing Strike now?"
Now?
Lucemon paused, confused.
"You mean you had this power even before you transformed?"
Moss smiled mischievously. "Didn't I say earlier—this form is just more appropriate."
It was her own stubborn aesthetic.
Sure, she could've fought in her normal Angewomon state. But facing Lucemon, she felt compelled to become Mastemon.
Lucemon saw an opening—he surged forward, altering his attack rhythm to catch her off guard while speaking.
But no opening appeared.
Moss didn't falter.
She chuckled. "Even the Lord of Pride resorts to cheap tricks. Is that your limit?"
Then, raising her hands, she announced, "Your power level is 42,000…"
Lucemon stepped back, stunned.
"…but mine is 530,000."
"WHAT?!"
Lucemon recoiled in disbelief.
He didn't buy into 'power levels', but he understood one thing—he couldn't win in close combat.
So he changed tactics.
In his left hand, he conjured a black orb; in his right, a white one. Merging them, he formed a swirling red, black, and white sphere.
"Dead or Alive!"
This was the complete version of his ultimate move. If it made contact, it would trap the target and randomly either kill or severely injure them.
"Try and block this!" Lucemon sneered.
Moss's left hand lit up red, her right blue. She pressed them together to form a purple glow—Chaos Descent.
It opened a dimensional rift.
It could only connect to places she had been as Mastemon. That meant one place:
The firewall zone of the original Digital World—where Apocalymon resided.
The portal opened.
Within the void, Apocalymon sensed the familiar rift.
"She's back! Angewomon—I'll tear you apart!"
Just then, the black-red-white orb flew through the gate and struck him.
"AAAAAHHHHH—!"
He screamed. Dead or Alive had hit—and killed him.
But being the embodiment of Anti-Evolution, Apocalymon couldn't die permanently. He regenerated moments later.
Fuming, he glared toward the portal—only to find it already closed.
"ANGEWOMON!!!"
His roar echoed in eternal darkness.
…
Back in the Fourth Digital World—
Lucemon saw his Dead or Alive vanish into a rift.
He ground his teeth. "Using dimensional magic to counter my spell?!"
Close-range didn't work.
Magic didn't work.
Was this angel his nemesis?
"No! I am Emperor! I cannot have a nemesis!"
Lucemon conjured a mountain and hurled it like a massive sword.
BOOM!
It split the earth in half.
Moss sidestepped with ease. "Impressive force—but far too clumsy."
SPLASH—!
A flood.
Lucemon had created an entire ocean in the sky.
Mercurymon muttered, "He released the data of the seas."
Ranamon paled. That was her job—she had gathered all that ocean data!
"To fight Lucemon is to fight half the Digital World…"
"Damn it! We finally had the upper hand!"
Everyone watched helplessly as Lucemon summoned a biblical flood.
Moss had the power—but not the resources.
Her defeat wouldn't be her fault.
Lucemon praised, "I truly admire you. You're stronger than the ancient Ten Warriors!"
Then—
The Flood of the Apocalypse descended!
There was nowhere to run.
Moss raised her right hand. A blue light formed, shaping into a holy arrow.
"Holy Hope!"
The light soared upward.
Moss merged with it—she became the arrow.
She shot into the sky, piercing the floodwaters and blasting through the dark clouds.
Light returned to the Dark Area.
Standing against the sun, her wings spread wide—
Moss looked divine.
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