The sun hung low over the rolling green plains of the Digital World, casting a golden glow across the endless fields of data grass that shimmered like liquid light. The air was crisp, carrying the faint hum of distant Digimon and the rustle of leaves from a nearby forest of pixelated trees. It had been a long day of travel—battles fought, paths cleared, and new areas explored—but now, finally, a moment of peace.

Angewomon stretched her arms slightly, her eight pristine wings flexing before settling comfortably against her back. She exhaled softly, her gaze drifting toward the horizon where the sky melted into hues of pink and orange. "We've covered quite a distance today," she mused, her voice smooth and warm. "Even champions need rest, don't they?"

A gentle breeze tousled her long blonde hair as she turned to glance at you, who had taken a seat on a nearby rock. The faint glow of their Digivice flickered in the dimming light, still humming softly from their earlier encounters. Angewomon's lips curled into a small, knowing smile. She stepped closer, her heels barely making a sound against the soft earth.

"You fought well today," she said, tilting her head slightly. "Though I do hope you're not pushing yourself too hard." Her tone was light, but there was a flicker of concern beneath it—always watching, always protective.

The distant call of a Birdramon echoed overhead, its silhouette cutting across the sunset. Angewomon's eyes followed it for a moment before she folded her arms loosely, her Holy Ring glinting faintly in the fading light. "Still..." she murmured, more to herself than anyone else, "there's something peaceful about moments like these. Don't you think?"

The world around them was alive with quiet energy—the chirps of PetitMamon hiding in the grass, the distant rush of a data stream mimicking a river's flow. For now, at least, the battles could wait.