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That voice. That wasn't the same as the one Impmon remembered. The one that would haunt its nightmares from time to time. Not only that, but as the virus looked over the other, another difference stood out. The other's pelt didn't resemble a Gaomon's patterning like the Gazimon it knew in childhood did.
Impmon's stance relaxed the slightest bit, but it was far from calm. Pupils narrowed to slits, it kept its gaze on the unknown Gazimon. “Then what... What are yous doing here then? This place is pretty out of the way from the nearest town.” the nightmare soldier's tone was shaking.











