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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.

Send “What are you doing here?” to find my Muse exploring an abandoned location!

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Violet fur stood on end as it heard a voice speaking. The imp had been snooping around the decaying structure looking for anything salvageable. And now it's been spotted.

The virus slowly turned around with its fingers tense and looking like it was going to claw at whoever caught it. In truth it was to keep its hands open in case Impmon needed to lob spells at its unwanted company. While not fully summoned there was a rise in temperature as the imp was preparing a fire spell.

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