Digimon Adventure: Taming the Beast of Revelation — Chapter 214

Chapter 214: Make Sure You Come Back Safe and Sound

“Holding his ground against several of us Royal Knights all by himself…” Kentaurosmon’s voice drifted through the tense air, carrying a melodic, almost playful lilt. “This human child, I must admit, is truly remarkable.”

The centaur-like knight shifted his massive hooves, his golden armor gleaming under the fractured light of the ruined battlefield. “But having said that, his current state probably isn’t the best. He’s running on fumes.” A low chuckle vibrated from his helm. “If you really intend to do something, Omnimon, now would be a rather excellent opportunity~”

Kentaurosmon had been nagging in his ear for what felt like an eternity.

Hearing those endless, teasing words echoing around him, even the stoic Omnimon felt a rare flicker of exasperation beneath his impassive white helm. His digicore was currently a maelstrom of confusion and conflicting loyalties. Couldn’t his colleague read the room even a little?

Then again, that was simply the kind of Digimon Kentaurosmon was. Beneath the flippant tone and lazy posture, this was likely his own unique, roundabout way of showing genuine concern.

With that realization, Omnimon, who had stood as silent as a marble statue for several long minutes, finally shifted his weight.

Noticing the subtle movement, a strange, calculating gleam flashed behind Kentaurosmon’s visor. “Oh? Omnimon, are you finally going to act?” he crooned, leaning forward slightly. “My, my~ I honestly thought your digicore had been completely fried by that Eater during the chaos just now~”

Omnimon slowly turned his head. “…You are incredibly annoying, Kentaurosmon.”

Dismissing the centaur’s relentless teasing with a cold glance, Omnimon shifted his piercing gaze back to the human standing amidst the cratered terrain. Mizuki.

Sensing the shift in the Royal Knight’s aura, the two Digimon flanking Mizuki—Dynasmon and Craniummon—immediately dropped into defensive stances in perfect unison, their weapons raised and ready to intercept a lethal strike.

However, Omnimon paid absolutely no mind to the hostile reactions of his former colleagues. His unblinking gaze remained locked entirely on Mizuki.

The wind howled through the desolate landscape. After a heavy silence that stretched for ten agonizing seconds, Omnimon finally spoke, his deep voice carrying the weight of absolute authority.

“As for the matter regarding the Eater,” he declared slowly, the sound connecting like striking steel, “I will temporarily believe that it has nothing to do with you.”

He lowered his massive cannon. “Our battle will be postponed for the future.”

The declaration hung in the air, thick and unexpected. Dynasmon and Craniummon, both intimately familiar with Omnimon’s historically unyielding and rigid personality, froze. Their defensive postures faltered for a fraction of a second as sheer bewilderment washed over them. Omnimon abandoning a direct order so decisively? It was practically unheard of.

Beside the white knight, Kentaurosmon threw his arms up, his voice dripping with exaggerated shock. “My, my~ Is that really alright?” he gasped dramatically. “King Drasil’s divine mission was for us to completely eradicate the invaders from the other world, wasn’t it?”

Omnimon slowly turned his head back to the centaur.

“Kentaurosmon… You are really annoying.”

He repeated his previous sentiment with a heavy sigh.

Looking at his golden-armored colleague, a trace of subtle amusement flickered deep within Omnimon’s eyes.

Preaching to me about King Drasil’s mission… Omnimon thought dryly. When you are undeniably the biggest slacker among our entire order.

Kentaurosmon was putting on a grand show of loyalty and dedication right now, but in reality? Hearing that Omnimon planned to abandon the mission and spare the human likely had the centaur secretly overjoyed.

Deciding he had wasted enough breath, Omnimon ignored whatever theatrical reaction Kentaurosmon was preparing next. The thrusters on his back flared to life with a deafening roar. In a blinding flash of white light, he soared directly into the sky, tearing through the clouds and flying off into the distance.

Watching him go, Kentaurosmon instantly dropped his teasing facade. His posture relaxed, returning to his standard, lethargic demeanor.

He cast one final, lingering glance down at the earth where Mizuki and his partners stood. A soft huff escaped his lips. Then, with a powerful leap that cracked the ground beneath his hooves, he bounded into the air, quickly following in Omnimon’s slipstream and leaving the ruined battlefield behind.

Down below, watching the two streaks of light rapidly disappear over the horizon, Dynasmon and Craniummon lowered their weapons. They exchanged a look before secretly breathing a collective sigh of relief, finally confirming that there would be no further attacks.

The sheer, suffocating pressure that Omnimon exerted just by standing there was simply too immense. Even though they were all Royal Knights born of the same digital cloth, Omnimon’s raw combat strength existed in a completely different echelon from the rest of them.

“Is it… over?” Dynasmon muttered, the tension slowly bleeding from his massive frame.

“It seems so,” Craniummon replied, his grip on his spear finally loosening.

High above the digital atmosphere, the wind roared past Omnimon’s armor as he carved a path through the sky. His mind was a turbulent sea, endlessly turning over the grim realities of their situation.

“Hey… Omnimon.”

A voice casually drifting from behind shattered his deep contemplation.

Omnimon didn’t even need to turn his head. That distinctively lazy, drawn-out drawl could only belong to one Digimon. Even though Omnimon had taken off first and was flying at top speed, catching up was practically a leisurely stroll for someone with Kentaurosmon’s unmatched velocity.

“Omnimon, have you really decided?”

Kentaurosmon didn’t seem to mind that his colleague was actively ignoring him, pressing the question directly over the rushing wind.

Hearing the rare edge of seriousness in the centaur’s tone, Omnimon pondered for a fleeting moment before giving a single, firm nod. There was no longer any point in hiding his intentions. Not from him.

“Yes. I plan to personally investigate the matter regarding the Eaters.”

As Omnimon spoke, a sharp, dangerous gleam flashed within his deep, digital pupils.

It all came back to his earlier deduction. Given Examon’s overwhelming capabilities and absolute mastery over his own data, there was absolutely no logical reason the Dragon Emperor wouldn’t have noticed a parasitic anomaly like an Eater manifesting inside his own body.

Unless… unless a terrifyingly powerful existence—someone Examon trusted implicitly—had planted it there silently, bypassing all of his natural defenses.

In Omnimon’s vast memory, there weren’t many Digimon who fit those strict conditions.

Or rather… the list of suspects wasn’t limited to Digimon.

At that dark thought, Omnimon couldn’t help but narrow his eyes, his grip tightening on the hilt of the Grey Sword sheathed within his arm. Even if the answer forming in his mind was something he found incredibly bitter and difficult to accept, analyzing the current situation left only one highly probable conclusion.

King Drasil…

Did you really do such a thing to one of your own?

Just… why?

Out of absolute, unwavering trust in King Drasil, Omnimon had always unconditionally accepted and executed every single one of the god’s divine orders. He had served as the ultimate blade, striking down any obstacle without hesitation.

He had done so because he truly believed that everything King Drasil orchestrated was designed to make the Digital World a better, safer place.

Even if that grand design required him to slaughter innocent living beings.

However, after experiencing the chaotic events of the recent past, the tiny seeds of doubt planted in Omnimon’s heart had begun to take root and grow.

Ultimately, after witnessing the tragic death of his closest friend, Gallantmon, and watching the majestic Examon fall to corruption, those festering doubts had erupted into a full-blown crisis of faith.

His inherent loyalty to King Drasil remained deeply ingrained in his core code. But if… if something unpredictable and catastrophic had truly happened to their god…

Then, as King Drasil’s most loyal knight, Omnimon had a sacred duty to step forward and stop this madness, even if it meant raising his blade against the very creator he swore to protect.

As for the consequences of treason?

Omnimon did not fear death.

Long ago, the very first time he had stained his hands with the blood of innocent lives in the name of justice, he had already prepared himself. He knew that one day, he would have to atone for his sins with his own life.

Even though he knew, deep down, that a simple death could never easily erase the mountain of sins he had accumulated over a lifetime of warfare.

“Omnimon! Kentaurosmon! Does this kind of thing even need to be investigated?!”

“Eaters and whatever else—isn’t it blatantly obvious that they are just disasters brought upon our world by those filthy visitors from the other side?!”

Suddenly, a highly agitated, all-too-familiar voice sliced through the rushing wind, violently interrupting both Omnimon and Kentaurosmon’s heavy thoughts.

The two massive knights halted their flight, hovering in the sky as they looked toward the source of the sound. There, struggling furiously, was Magnamon. At some point during their departure, the golden-armored warrior had managed to shatter several of the jagged crystalline formations that had been tightly binding his limbs. He was now glaring daggers at his two senior colleagues, his eyes burning with righteous indignation and deep unhappiness.

Omnimon stared at the shattered crystals clinging to Magnamon’s armor. Had the younger knight been hit by the [Crystal Revolution] so many times during the skirmish that his miraculous armor was actually starting to adapt to the attack’s data structure?

“Magnamon, you stubborn little guy… Sigh~”

Looking at the youngest and most fiercely dogmatic colleague among their ranks, both Kentaurosmon and Omnimon felt a deep sense of helplessness wash over them.

They didn’t necessarily reject Magnamon’s burning, absolute loyalty to King Drasil. But in a delicate, potentially world-ending matter like this, blind faith was a dangerous liability, not an asset.

Therefore—

The two senior knights exchanged a brief, silent look. Feeling the weight of Omnimon’s expectant gaze boring into him, Kentaurosmon let out a long, theatrical groan, accepting the unspoken arrangement with heavy resignation.

“Fine, fine. I’ll take good care of this noisy guy,” Kentaurosmon muttered, trotting over to grab the struggling Magnamon by the scruff of his armor. “After all, we are colleagues. Can’t just leave him here to yell at the clouds.”

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Kentaurosmon secured his captive. Then, the lazy aura vanished entirely from his posture. He looked back at Omnimon, his expression turning deadly serious.

“But in return for me playing babysitter,” Kentaurosmon urged, his voice dropping to a solemn register, “you’d better make sure you come back safe and sound. Understand?”

Seeing the rare, unshielded sincerity etched across Kentaurosmon’s face, Omnimon couldn’t help but feel a sudden, sharp pang of nostalgia deep within his digicore.

It had truly been a long, long time since he had last seen his old comrade look quite like this…

“…Yeah. I’ll try my best.”

He kept his inner turmoil locked away, managing to squeeze out a quiet, steady reply.

In response, Kentaurosmon didn’t offer another teasing remark. He merely reached out, his heavy gauntlet clapping firmly against Omnimon’s white pauldron in a gesture of absolute solidarity.

No more words were needed. Everything was understood in the silence between them.