Hungry for the World [Mission]

"Dig faster you weaklings!" the blacktyranomon yelled at the rookies below, his eyed filled in by anger. His gaze was set upon the digging digimon and their gaze was now set on him. Some feared him, others hated him, but only a few were digging willingly. Between them was a brown, plant like tube, partially emerged with several loose rocks around it and covered in dust. The BlackTyranomon unleashed a roar, and the slaves got back to work. It should be almost done. This  idiots had no idea that what they were digging would cost them more than their life's. Still, fear was a good incentive AND a good silencer.

Around them, several other dig-sites could be easily noticeable, surrounding a market area. But this days who passed through this land's anymore? This place had a worse reputation than the frozen tundra and the folder desert combined. The reason might or might not be what they were digging at that very moment. But one thing was for certain: it was monstruous. Their master, a being that seemed to consume their very world...some forgot why they even followed him and his orders, but they kept on doing it because they assumed that if they were doing it, it had to be for a good reason...not to mention what happened to those who didn't. Still, it was almost ready. Just a little more digging and their master would...

The earth shook. The BlackTyranomon heard screams from a nearby dig-site, just in time to witness a rising root, smash through those who were digging and their slave-driver, disappearing into clouds of raw data that were Immediatly absorbed by the root. Next the same happened with three not edig-sites. And five dig-sites after those. The Blacktyranomon decided to run at last, so shocked he had been by the turn of events. He turned and screaming like a litke girl he attempted to evade the root that was arledy rising in his dig-site, destroying the slaves...but it was too late. The BlackTyranomon was absorbed moments before another strange event.

A giant, muscle-red floor was pulled up by the roots from beneath the ground, huge boulders falling from this titanic abomination and crashing into the ground. Some would have said it a colossal flower with it's petals and roots...others would have stated it was a gigantic heart, the muscle-like red that colored it and the way it pulsated. Many, however would have kept shut, horrified by what be inside the risen plant...or was it?

A mass of armies began gathering around the thing, getting on their knees as if workshiping it. Madness was the clear common trait in all those digimon, as the land began to grow even darker than before around the thing...nomatter how hard that would be. The chatting could be heard from miles of distance...but then again, this wastelands had far more than that. Ut was unlikely anyone was near enough to hear.

In the skie's above the digital world, a night-sky like being observed this with sadness. All those poor digimon, marked by a foe they could not recognise..the Celesknightmon prayed that the preaching and warnings if the servant of his council, Prophetmon had council wen heard, that people would heed to it and come to defeat this evil before it destroyed their beloved world.