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You've been in stadiums before for Sportsball tournaments. You could never get into it, there were too many rules and variations, so you were content to just cheer as a spectator. Even those grand stadiums are completely incomparable to the scope of this place. You know it's a partition, but your mind can't quite grasp the possibility that you're indoors. The world stretches out near infinitely, and you can only regard this as just another part of City 87O
Except that there are no buildings, nor roads, nor streets, not even <span class="mu-i">textures</span>. The only anchoring factor in this vacuum is a glinting tower in the distance, stretching bidirectionally to pierce both heaven and the abyss. Volumetric fog extends outwards, and streams of cyan and pink data cut across the world. Polygons drift lazily, slowly heading towards their destinations with zero sense of urgency.
Beneath your feet is an orange bridge, its edges in constant flux. The entire surface hums with electromagnetic static, and all you see beneath you is abyss. Behind you is a wall of doors, nearly all of them closed off. You feel a sudden sense of vertigo from being placed in such a precarious spot, but you remember the plan. Once inside, your immediate orders are to:
“HOLOLIZE!”
“HOLOLIZE!”
“HOLOLIZE!”
Phascomon, Kaus Gammamon, and an Otamamon pop out of your respective Digivices. They land on the bridge unsteadily, just in time to face down the servitor guards from outside.
As soon as they load into the partition, claws, fists, and fangs are upon them. They don’t stand a chance against your three Digimon, and their bodies go tumbling into the abyss. Thanks to your jamming crew outside, these robots are convinced that they’ve successfully sent out a distress signal.
