In the Matou family's basement, grotesque insects writhed, making shrill noises that might have been cries. Soon, however, they lost all vitality and lay motionless in heaps on the floor. Even so, the sight remained terrifying.
Yet four humans stood amid that scene, watching it all calmly. Only when it was over did the purple-haired girl's legs give way, sending her tumbling into the swarm. By then, however, every insect was already a corpse.
"You really... really did it. You really did it. Thank goodness. This is wonderful." Sakura Matou, who understood Insect Magic, confirmed the swarm's demise through her own sense of touch.
"Of course. I am the king of all insects. Not even magic can defy that." The speaker was Tentomon, a huge, bright-red beetle half as tall as a person.
"Tentomon, thank you. Izzy Izumi, thank you. T.K. Takaishi, Kari, thank you, everyone." As Sakura Matou spoke, tears poured from her eyes like spring water.
"It was nothing. Anyone who saw something like this would have stepped in," Kari replied.
In the Digimon World, salvation was a miracle bestowed by the world will, and those who seized that miracle would create still more miracles. In this world, however, so-called miracles were merely the world will expressing itself over and over. Nor would those miracles create a future.
"Sakura, that old man is done for now. MagnaAngemon has completely healed your body, too. From now on, you can pursue the life you want. Only when that happens can we accept your thanks." T.K. Takaishi, the great writer, offered these profound words.
"Yes. I understand." Sakura nodded, revealing a brighter smile than she ever had before. "At least let me help you win the Holy Grail War for now."
Once all the insects died, the Insect Magic within Sakura