Night fell.
By then, Taichi Yagami and the others had followed Candlemon deep into a cave to rest.
On the way, Taichi Yagami and the others had learned from Candlemon how terrifying Mount Infernus was, as well as how terrifying the enemies facing them, the Chosen Children, were.
But as humanity's forebears had said, where there was oppression, there would naturally be resistance.
Candlemon had also made it clear that there were many Digimon on this island who resisted Devimon's rule.
The reason these resistance Digimon did not dare openly oppose Devimon's rule was that none of them could face Devimon in battle.
Meanwhile, they had also learned of the Chosen Children's existence.
Thus, these resistance Digimon had chosen to continue lying low, waiting for the Chosen Children to appear.
However, the resistance Digimon had not simply waited around.
During that time, they had built a formidable intelligence network to gather all kinds of information.
Naturally, Candlemon deserved much of the credit for establishing this intelligence network.
Without Candlemon, this intelligence network could never have been established.
So, although Taichi Yagami and the others still felt somewhat uncertain, they had also gained a measure of confidence.
Late that night.
A black flame silently arrived at the cave entrance under cover of darkness, seemingly waiting for something.
The black flame did not have to wait long before a figure with a flame atop his head came hopping out from the depths of the cave.
Soon, the figure came fully into view.
The figure was Candlemon.
"What is the meaning of this? Why did you stop me from eliminating the Chosen Children?"
After Candlemon appeared, the black flame abruptly demanded an answer from him.
Candlemon did not answer. Instead, a faint white light rose from his body.
Candlemon!
Digivolve to!
Wizardmon!