In the wilderness, a pitch-black warrior walked aimlessly toward an unknown destination. A faint aura of power emanated from his body, warping the space around him. Each footprint he left seemed to contain a vortex. A Champion Digimon accidentally stepped into one and was instantly reduced to dust.
The warrior continued forward. Up ahead, he saw twenty Mammothmon arranged in four ranks, raising their trunks in a show of defiance.
"BlackWarGreymon, you finally showed up. Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting?" On the mountain behind the ranks of Mammothmon, a gentleman and a noblewoman looked down at BlackWarGreymon.
"You were waiting for me. Do you want to fight me?" There was actually a note of sincerity in BlackWarGreymon's voice. Yes, sincerity.
"You silly child, have you even forgotten where you came from? This is your mother, Arukenimon, who awakened you from the darkness."
"What is a mother? Can she fight me?" Confusion appeared on BlackWarGreymon's face.
"We're finished. Creating a Mega was an unrealistic idea from the very beginning. There's no way we can control this guy." Arukenimon's vision went dark, and she collapsed into Mummymon's arms.
"If we can't control him, we'll destroy him. I refuse to believe twenty Ultimates can't stand up to this guy." A vicious gleam shone beneath Mummymon's hat brim. Then the twenty Mammothmon charged at BlackWarGreymon.
Twenty Mammothmon, twenty Ultimate Digimon. In the Human World, even a major nation would have to pay a price to face such a force-by bombing its own territory with nuclear weapons, for instance. Smaller nations would be utterly helpless, because only extreme weaponry could contend with Ultimate Digimon. A Mega, one level higher, could scour the entire Earth given a little time. At the very least, twenty-first-century technology could not possibly injure a Mega