Five months have passed since the devil like Digimon Shaitanmon's plan to kill Takeru and Patamon where foiled. Five months have now passed and all the Chosen Children have returned to their normal lives. Lee, a young boy who lived in another realm with the job of guarding memories, warned Takeru before Shaitanmon was defeated that the battle would most likely not end with the death of the Digimon. Five months pass and when Lee shows up on Takeru's doorstep with his unconscious and injured older brother as well as his older brothers Digimon who is also unconscious he begins to realize that it wasn't such a good thing that the young boy's warnings where forgotten.
Now Takeru must once again fight in order to stay alive from the evil Digimon's new form. Once again illusions and reality collide as the evil Digimon uses any tricks he can to get what he wants...
“Trace” laughed leaning bag against the wall the head of the bed was pushed against. “I thought this was going to easy,” he commented bending one of his legs to rest an arm on it.
“What have you done to Trace?” Rascmon shouted shifting into a pouncing position he growled and bared his teeth at the fake Trace.
“Calm down, I can’t exactly harm him without this losing its power,” he deadpanned as he held a black skeleton key in the pal of his hand to show the others. Upon seeing it Takeru quickly lunged at the bed trying to grab the key but he collided into another barrier that was in front o him getting electrocuted much like what had happened to the two Digimon earlier. Unlike them he cried out in pain as he fell to the floor thankfully away from the barrier to where he was no longer touching it.
“Takeru!” Patamon shouted and a flash of light from Takeru’s D-3, which was sitting on Takeru’s desk, caused him to evolve into Holy Angemon. When they had faced such a barrier before he had been able to break it with Excalibur so he allowed the energy sword to extend out and he slashed at the barrier. However, much like what had happened when he had tried once as Angemon the sword hit the barrier and the back electricity tried to travel up the sword to get to Holy Angemon, but the purple gem in the hilt of the sword glowed and the sword shattered before the electricity could touch him.
“Trace” laughed at Holy Angemon and Takeru’s efforts turning to look at the teen who was still lying on the floor. “Did you really think it would be that easy?” he asked.
Takeru glared at him. “It was worth a shot!” he said through gritted teeth as he shifted into a sitting position.
“I thought you wouldn’t even take the chance after how badly your hands where burned the last time you attempted to get past one of my barriers,” he said shrugging. Humans were really confusing creatures in his opinion.
Takeru turned his head when he heard footsteps and spotted his mother in the doorway of his bedroom. She glanced around the room and would have tried to get to Takeru except Rascmon stepped in front of her. “Don’t it is not safe,” Rascmon told her.
“Takeru are you okay?” she asked as she looked at him.
“Don’t worry I’m fine,” he told her as he stood up. The teen really was fine he hadn’t gotten burned this time, but his body was slightly numb. He turned his attention to the person sitting on his bed. “Why are you here?”
“Do I really have to explain?” he questioned his eyes narrowing slightly.
“So it wasn’t just the game coding that made you want to kill Patamon and me,” Takeru said glaring at him.
The red eyed teen laughed. “I told you I wanted to see what happened once ‘hope’ was gone,” he stated as his form began shifting. The long black hair went short and spiked in several different directions while a white fox masked appeared of his face making his red eyes barely visible. As for his cloth the pants changed into a black hakama while the shirt changed into a red kimono that wasn’t tied neither shut nor was it tucked into the hakama pants. The pricings in the ears as well as the gloves vanished while long white claw like nails appeared instead of normal ones. As for his skin it was covered in fine black fur all except a nasty looking scar that was in the middle of his chest. At his waist was a black scabbard katana as well as a matching shorter sword called a wakizashi.