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Summer Camp, a place where, for one reason or another, kids end up spending a week or two of their vacation from school away from their homes and most people they know to play outdoors with other kids they don't know. Artisan Summer Camp is no different. Boasting a clean lake, a pool, and a large amount of other fun equipment, it's a desirable pick for a camp. As far as being sent to a small cluster of buildings in the woods goes, Artisan is a great choice. However, there is one problem with the camp. The busses running late isn't that rare of a sight. In one such late bus, our soon to be heroes sit and wait to get to their destination. It wouldn't be long, however. The larger part of the trip was done, and it'd just be a few minutes until the bus got to camp. What would happen then? They'd probably get hurried to their dorms and then go do whatever activity was planned for them at the moment. Nobody on the bus knew what the camp schedule, neither what fate, had in store for them.
In another world, fate stretched its heinous claw towards the kids. An IceDevimon knelt infront of a shadowy throne, a figure barely outlined in the dark. Despite this, its presence was unmistakable. Even to the most hardened of criminals, the atmosphere around it could only be described as "Evil". It raised its right hand to the IceDevimon, who spoke immediately. "My lord, me and my soldiers subdued the nearby villages as you commanded, but-" The IceDevimon shivered as its dark master began to pay closer attention to it. "B-but as we were doing so, we felt something strange coming from the Southern Peninsula. Y-you see, my lord, when we were done with the first village, we saw some Digimon flee in that direction." The atmosphere in the room changed almost immediately. The IceDevimon bowed his head towards the shadowy figure.
"Find them." The figure demanded.
"Yes, Lord Daemon!" IceDevimon choked out. The shadow covered Daemon lowered his hand and IceDevimon immediately left the room. Daemon frowned beneath his mantle. If the villages got together to resist him, they might very well be able to resist. By themselves, they could probably go toe-to-toe with his small army. Of course, they stood no chance with his personal intervention, but he didn't feel like going squish the bugs in his garden. That's why he built his army in the first place. Unless... They had a hero of some kind? Daemon began to laugh. He felt as if nothing of this world could resist his might.
In another world, fate stretched its heinous claw towards the kids. An IceDevimon knelt infront of a shadowy throne, a figure barely outlined in the dark. Despite this, its presence was unmistakable. Even to the most hardened of criminals, the atmosphere around it could only be described as "Evil". It raised its right hand to the IceDevimon, who spoke immediately. "My lord, me and my soldiers subdued the nearby villages as you commanded, but-" The IceDevimon shivered as its dark master began to pay closer attention to it. "B-but as we were doing so, we felt something strange coming from the Southern Peninsula. Y-you see, my lord, when we were done with the first village, we saw some Digimon flee in that direction." The atmosphere in the room changed almost immediately. The IceDevimon bowed his head towards the shadowy figure.
"Find them." The figure demanded.
"Yes, Lord Daemon!" IceDevimon choked out. The shadow covered Daemon lowered his hand and IceDevimon immediately left the room. Daemon frowned beneath his mantle. If the villages got together to resist him, they might very well be able to resist. By themselves, they could probably go toe-to-toe with his small army. Of course, they stood no chance with his personal intervention, but he didn't feel like going squish the bugs in his garden. That's why he built his army in the first place. Unless... They had a hero of some kind? Daemon began to laugh. He felt as if nothing of this world could resist his might.
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