As his stomach goes totally silent, Gulus Gammamon remains there floating as he feels something coming up, puffing his cheeks and gagging as finally the object comes lose and he spats the drool covered scarf of the Veemon, wich lands with a wet splat on the ground as it starts to rain. The dark dragon raises his head as he allows the rain to refresh him before and feeling the eyes of some onlookers on him as he turns his gaze down and ask for his next prey. Deep within him, unknown to him or just forgotten, a small prescense could feel the rain falling on the body he now shared while sadly thinking to himself that maybe he should have taken the longer route home.

Last page of this personal comic project. Well, the good news are that veemon doesn't have to worry about the rain anymore, the bad news tho, are that he is now trapped as a part of the evil digimon.

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