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The last echoes of Okuwamon's demise shuddered through the steel girders of the Queensboro Bridge. Its body, now a shattered husk, glitched. Pixels burst and fizzled, the hard carapace dissolving into a familiar form. A Digi-Egg, its surface gleaming faintly, bobbed gently in the churning water of the East River.
Victory hung heavy in the air, a fragile reprieve in the face of the storm that still raged.
But that battle was done. More were yet to come.
Spider-Man swung back, landing beside MailBirdramon with a practiced thud. He scanned the bridge, his gaze settling on the remaining combatants. Exhaustion etched the lines around his eyes, the bravado of moments earlier now tempered by a grim resolve. The battle was far from over.
Across the expanse of concrete, the ragtag alliance of heroes and Digimon stood, a tableau of determination against the backdrop of city lights. Kyubimon, new to her Champion form, exuded an aura of ethereal power, the blue flames flickering around her tails casting dancing shadows on Gwen's face. Greymon and Garurumon, bruised but unbowed, stood flank to flank, their eyes narrowed, tracking the enemy's every move. Ballistamon, the gentle giant, shifted his weight, ready to unleash another concussive blast. MailBirdramon landed on the ground and shifted to a standby position, its metallic feathers rustling.
But the Green Goblin, perched atop his glider, radiated an unsettling calm. Datamon hovered beside him, his single mechanical eye gleaming with cold calculation.
It was a moment for a collective breath, a brief respite to gather strength for the inevitable clash.
Spider-Man flexed his web-shooters, checking his supply. Kyubimon closed her eyes, drawing energy from the night, the faint scent of ozone surrounding her. MailBirdramon stood tall, and used the quiet to analyze the wind and weather conditions.
Greymon and Garurumon exchanged a silent nod, a shared understanding of the battle ahead.
The silence stretched, thick with unspoken anxieties and grim expectations. The air crackled with a tension that transcended the physical realm.
Then, the Green Goblin spoke, his voice echoing across the bridge, breaking the fragile peace.
The Green Goblin saw the heroes assembled against him. It was a checkmate, a corner into which he never expected to be forced. Across his suit, scorch marks and rents marred the once-gleaming armor. A gash above his left eye oozed blood, mingling with the sweat that trickled down his face.
Beside him, Datamon's mechanical body also showed the marks of battle. Some of the wires spilled from ruptured panels, exposing the digital circuitry within. The Digimon's single eye swiveled, assessing the scene with cold, calculating precision.
"It's over, Norman," Spider-Man said, his voice weary but firm. He hoped something could be done. Anything.
Gwen, standing beside Kyubimon, nodded. "Please, Mr. Osborn, this isn't you. There is still time to stop."
Their words hung in the night air, the plea was a desperate attempt to reach the man buried beneath the monster. Norman just had to listen!
But the Goblin only laughed, a hollow, grating sound that echoed across the bridge. "Stop? You think I want to stop? This is evolution! This is power! You can't take this away from me!" His grip tightened on the glider's controls, his knuckles white. "You think your feeble words could turn me back?! I spit on your pleas!"
The Goblin's voice rose, filled with rage and an unyielding conviction in his twisted vision.
The rage resonated like a dark, dissonant chord.
The raw, unfiltered emotion of it, the desperation and the hunger for control, struck something deep within Datamon's corrupted core. It was a recognition, a spark of shared experience in the chaos of their fractured minds.
The single eye of the Digimon pulsed, and his mechanical limbs began to tremble. An energy, dark and volatile, crackled between the Goblin and Datamon, binding them with invisible threads.
The air shimmered, a heat haze rising from the asphalt.
A moan escaped the Goblin's lips, a sound of pain and ecstasy as his body contorted. His skin, already mottled and scarred, pulsed green, merging with the cold, metallic tones of Datamon's armor. Wires snaked out, piercing the Goblin's flesh, binding the two entities in a grotesque tapestry of flesh and machine.
The metal reshaped, contorted, and fused into the suit.
The screams joined, and a monstrous howl arose from their conjoined form.
The suit changed into a horrifying, organic silhouette.
This was no longer Norman Osborn nor Datamon. This was something new, something terrifying. This was a Dark Biomerge.
This was Dark Biomerge, the antithesis of the harmonious fusion between Tamer and Digimon. Where Biomerge represented trust and unity, Dark Biomerge was born from desperation, corruption, and control. A normal Biomerge produced balanced strength; Dark Biomerge twisted and amplified, creating an unstable chimera of rage and power. It was a union born of shadow. Not light.
The process warped what the Digimon and Tamers would be.
The form contorted.
The power grew.
All that remained was malice.
No longer a man, no longer a Digimon, but a monster forged in the crucible of despair.
KRAK-THOOM
SKREEEEE
RIPP
GLITCH
DOOM
WUUUUUUU
The transition completed, a being of utter wrongness stood poised on the edge of reality, a ghastly monument to corrupted unity. Gone was the sleek, if deranged, Green Goblin, replaced by VirusGoblin. A hulking silhouette of twisted armor and gnarled flesh. The original suit had been reshaped, corrupted by Datamon's virulent code, now a macabre parody of its former self. Plates of metal melded with bone-like protrusions, forming jagged spikes that jutted from the shoulders and elbows. Wires, like festering veins, pulsed with violet light.
Where Norman Osborn's face had been, a fractured mask of chrome and teeth grinned, the single yellow eye of Datamon boring through it, glinting with an insane glee. Black ichor oozed from the joints, a putrid testament to the unnatural fusion. The air itself thrummed with corrupted energy, the very light bending away from the monstrous form. Cracks spiderwebbed across the roadway, and the acrid stench of ozone and decay filled the air, suffocating hope.
It was a violation, a perversion of the natural order.
The shift sent a jolt of despair through Ethan, a cold dread that settled deep in his bones. He'd faced powerful foes before, but this... this felt different. This was a corruption at the core, a stain that threatened to spread and consume everything. His allies mirrored his concern. Angewomon's radiant aura flickered, dimmed by the encroaching shadows. LadyDevimon's usual cruel smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of genuine unease. Agumon, Gabumon, and the others trembled, their courage momentarily eclipsed by the palpable malice.
But amid the gloom, one figure stood in stark opposition. Jokermon. He was practically gleeful.
Clapping its hands, the clown Digimon skipped with giddiness. "Magnificent! Oh, this is just perfect! Did you see that power, that transformation? Two beautiful minds, intertwined! You should be proud of what you have done! Absolutely sensational!"
The maniacal glee grated against the heavy dread. For the clown, it seemed the end of all things, was just one big joke. The stage was set for the final act. The curtain about to rise. With a bow and a flourish, Jokermon offered them a malevolent grin. The shadows deepened. The world waited. The scene awaited its close.
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