Xemnas felt the emptiness like never before.

His very existence was emptiness. Nothingness. It came with being a Nobody.

But this was different.

He felt...drained. Weak. Exhausted, like never before.

He would have cried if he still could.

In his desperation, he had poured all his energy into that last-ditch attack. The thousands upon thousands of points of light, surrounding the Keyblade wielders, filling their vision like so many stars in the sky. Stars that sped toward them at horrific speed, even faster than they could count. Xemnas had kept up the barrage, watching with grim concentration. He knew it was over. They were human, nothing more. Nothing with a heart could keep up with light itself trying to kill them.

Then why was he still attacking?

Why did he feel as if there was work still to be done?

He finally looked past the facade of rage that even now clouded his vision, his thoughts.

The thousands of points of light were speeding in the opposite direction. Fleeing as if from some unseen terror. Shooting off out of the sphere of death Xemnas had created for the wretched crusaders. And as more took their place, only to be reflected in the same manner as all the rest, Xemnas's rage drained out of him like his power. It was replaced by a growing feeling of sorrow. Of defeat.

They were fighting it.

His time was running out. The light was weakening. He was weakening. The Organization was weakening.

Already the lights were fading.

At last they disappeared completely.

Xemnas hung in midair like a marionette. Too exhausted to fight. To even move.

He barely summoned the strength to straighten up. To look ahead.

The last thing he saw was Sora and Riku, holding their keyblades aloft and parallel.

A bolt of light fired directly at him.

Not his light.

Not the facsimile born of nothingness - his nothingness.

Their light.

THE light.

Xemnas tried - too late - to twist out of the way.

The light pierced his chest.

It would have destroyed his heart, if he had still had one.

With no heart to seek out, the bolt of concentrated destruction turned to the next best thing: Him.

A storm of nothingness erupted in the air around Xemnas. Half-formed images, sigils, memories, hearts, souls, bodies, Heartless, Nobodies -

Nobodies.

It was the end of them all.

Xemnas reached out for his opponents one last time.

He felt himself slipping away.

Something dark and wispy passed in front of him.

A fraction of a second later, it had gone.

So had he.