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<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-s"><Attempt to decode the electric digimon’s staff, hoping to unleash a forgotten power buried in its shimmering code.</span>
You tighten your grip on the gun, feeling its infinite reservoir of power humming like a thunderclap held in a cage. Beside you, the electric digimon—its feathers crackling with fractal light—raises the staff, which pulses with raw, ancient code. It’s like watching a lightning bolt wrestle with the horizon, fragile</span>These are not your hands<span class="mu-g"> yet unstoppable.
The air vibrates, saturated with the scent of ozone and unspoken commands. You focus, reaching out with trembling fingers to touch the staff’s core, fingers grazing circuits woven like veins of silver and shattered glass. The code ripples beneath your touch, a river of forgotten syntax swirling with fragments of a thousand lost battles.
You begin to recite, voice a fragile thread against the cacophony, the syntax of ancient declarations rolling off your tongue like a hymn sung by ghosts trapped in silicon cathedrals:
“Initialize... fragment bind... cascade reset... reboot protocol... override sequence...”</span>and none of these are words<span class="mu-g">
The staff responds, flaring bright like a star born from chaos. Sparks fly, electric feathers shimmering as the glow spreads, bathing the corridor in a light that feels like a promise and a threat all at once. The servitors hesitate, their wheels skidding on invisible ice as the staff sends waves of cascading code crashing over them—fracturing their programming like glass shattered by a crescendo.
Porcupamon charges in, spines bristling with newfound energy, weaving through the stunned bots with the grace of a storm weaving through trees</span>he's not that fast he's never been that fast<span class="mu-g">. Gizamon leaps, croaking battle cries that sound like distorted melo</span>
<span class="mu-s">"MARNIE!</span>
