A strange occurrence [FG]

At some point during the last night, someone had sneaked it's way into the deep crags and hills of the valley. Had anyone noticed their presence they would have no doubt taken note of the odd contraption they were carrying. Most probably wouldn't have understood what they were looking at, but a select few would have no doubt seen a similarity with a terrible phenomenon that had taken place all over the Digital World not too long ago. Those wretched black control spires that emerged from the ground and caused all sort of trouble seemed to be a thing of the past, yet looking at the bizarre artifact the flying rookie was carrying would no doubt elicit some nasty flashbacks to the small percentage of people familiar with those evil monoliths.

While obviously not a full on spire like those from before, it was clear whoever had built it had taking some inspiration from them. Well, less inspiration but rather grafted a bunch of broken pieces, shards and code remaining from a destroyed spire and slapped them together on top of a bright crystal like formation, somehow reverse engineering them at some point to work all in tandem. At least, that was the intended plan.

After a while of flying the Niqamon landed on a small valley surrounded by hills and burned down trees, setting the gadget to a side while he scanned his surroundings. After making sure nobody was around to bother him, he began digging a small hole in the ground with it's claws. After a while, he carefully placed the crystal into the recently dug hole and gave it a careful tap. A moment later, the crystal seemingly sprung to life, now glowing with an intense hue as the black shards split away from it and shot themselves into the ground around it, tethered by small electric like arcs of energy.

The blue winged demon chuckled as he felt his entire body vibrate, a pulse being emitted from the crystal and extending outwards and into the distance. Once. Twice. Thrice. It kept pulsating and sending small, barely noticeable waves of invisible energy all over the valley, only perceivable but those near enough to see the crystal.

It's effects would be minor at first. A small headache, a mild dizzying feeling, perhaps some small amount of nausea in the more extreme cases, but nothing any of the digimon from the area couldn't simply explain away by more mundane explanations. At least for the first hour or so. By the crack of dawn, most if not all of the digimon would have found themselves locked into a Rookie level, regardless of how powerful or strong they might have been a while ago.

And at the center of it all was still the devious Niqamon, cackling loudly and devilishly at the "little" imbalance he had brought. Why he was doing as such? Was there any greater purpose behind it, or any other steps to this bizarre course of action? All perfectly valid questions that only he knew the answer to...