"Rise up, my friend."
"The burning soul won't stop."
"We'll go wherever it takes us."
"You're not alone."
Onstage, Matt sang his heart out until his voice grew hoarse.
"Matt's accompanying himself on guitar now, but I think a piano would give it more expressive power."
"The drumbeat works really well with the accompaniment. They've been building toward an explosive release since the beginning. Instead, it makes the audience remember every lyric."
"It reminds me of when I first met Gomamon."
"Me too."
In the audience, some were drawn in by the music, while others remembered their struggles back then. Of course, some simply thought it sounded good.
"What's going on? The sound's gone."
"I can't hear anything. Did the power go out?"
The performers onstage had yet to notice that the equipment had fallen silent and kept singing with all their might. Without amplification, however, only the first few rows could hear their faint voices, which were completely drowned out by the audience's hushed discussions.
The ground suddenly shook. A ripping sound rang out, and a fierce, icy wind swept into the concert venue. Matt shuddered and opened his eyes to see a white layer of moonlight spread across the ground. Looking up, he saw that the tent shielding them from the cold wind had been torn in two. A sharp claw gleaming coldly came crashing toward the audience.
"It's a monster!" a passerby screamed. By the time he recovered his senses, everyone on either side of him had vanished.
Around Dark Tyrannomon, the six first-generation Chosen Children and their Digimon had already assembled.
"Agumon, let's go!" Tai shouted, charging ahead.
Behind him, Agumon held his breath and unleashed a powerful burst of energy. Yet despite his soaring fighting spirit, he did not evolve into Greymon.
"Tai, we can't