Final Fantasy XV - Kingdom Hearts

Part 77

Summary: Two warriors of Light, the Chosen King and Keyblade Master, face an unseen Darkness.

*Station of Awakening*

Floating in the silence of Kairi's heart, Naminé clutched her hands in fear of what had transpired since they set foot upon this world of darkness.

Having a front-row seat of everything that's occurred, from the armies of darkness to the clash against Saix and Xion. It shook her heart to see the pain in the girl's eyes, the anguished screams, and having been put through so much just to regain her memories and senses. And to think she had it worse, at least being so docile and ignorant she couldn't comprehend right and wrong, Xion probably didn't even have a say in her fate.

Regardless, the girl had been reunited with those within her heart, Roxas, and Axel at long last. The moment she remembered the girl, Naminé felt a horrible pang in her heart, recalling that conversation she had with the poor girl about how she is the last piece needed to help restore Sora. Back then it was just something she needed to do to get Sora back to normal like she had promised to, now looking back at how she revealed the reason behind Xion's creation, she never considered how horrible it had to have been told.

That your entire existence is to drain the life force from your best friend and halt the restoration of someone who means so much to dozens of people, and the only way to make things right is to be destroyed. Another crime Naminé had to add to her list of sins, and another thing she needed to make right when the time comes. And maybe face the music again, the old song of who that special person is, and yet again it will not be her again.

She pushes all that aside when she felt a horrible change within Kairi's heart, already sensing the princess' strength had deterred thanks to being drained by the nothingness. Within the station, she could feel her light waver and lessen, weakly shining thanks to that spell Lunafreya had warned them about. It was like her candle is flickering so weakly one slow wave of a hand could blow it out for all eternity, and now in the hands of Xemnas there is little Kairi can do to save herself.

Naminé had desperately tried to awaken the girl within her heart, calling her name several times, searching for any paths that could help her lead back to her light and kick start it again. When no path revealed itself for her and given she is trapped on an island of sorts within Kairi's heart, the girl had no choice but to wait until either Kairi's light restored itself or Sora's heart reaches her. She is still able to leave the station and at least walk around for a moment, and if possible she could have used her connection to Lunafreya to send help.

Yet so far the moment Xemnas handed the girl over to Xehanort, all he did was keep her on standby until the other wielders of the keyblade eventually arrive. He had been completely patient during the whole ordeal, merely waiting for the right moment for the final phase of his grand plan to come together. She desperately tried harder to awaken Kairi, even flailing her hands through her in the vain hopes that somehow this would spur her to awaken and who knows, even potentially get a sneak attack on Xehanort.

But all her efforts were for naught, the girl remained in a state of slumber that Naminé feared she might not awaken from without additional help. Desperation almost forced Naminé to leave her side and try and find someone, anyone among the guardians to come to her rescue but was it any other villain or someone else she could have. With Xehanort, and without any indication as to what cruel plan he had in store for the princess, Naminé feared if left to chance Kairi may not return home with everyone else.

Trapped by her limitations and fear of whatever schemes Xehanort conjured in that cue ball head of his, Naminé reluctantly stayed within the Station of Awakening, waiting for Sora to arrive in time.

She witnessed the battle between him and the final vessels of Xehanort, seeing the two other masters dealing with his former adversaries while he took on the potentially strongest one amongst them. She bit her lip in fear as she spectated the fight, seeing it was an even bout between them despite how much stronger Sora's training made him, and it only gnawed on her fears of what the older version of Xehanort was truly capable of.

"Kairi, please! Now is the time to wake up and re-join Sora!", she yells, hands placed on each side of her mouth to increase her cries, "He needs your help!". As her words fell on nothing but the silence of the station, she started yelling different methods of awakening the girl. From screaming, whistling, gibberish, stomping on her station, clapping her hands, and even tantalizing her with Sora. She even tried her greatest weakness and loudly proclaimed: "SORA'S NOT WEARING ANY UPPER CLOTHING!".

Not even that worked.

Pacing around in the station with hands folded, she frantically tried to figure out why now of all times is her light taking so much time to come back to her. Back in Radiant Garden at worst it took only a few hours for her to re-awaken, then again she worried Aqua might have had a hand in restoring her at a faster rate. But with so much time has passed since then, and with Lunafreya showing her the powers that came with being a princess of light, this would pass much faster, surely.

Then as her mind runs wild with endless questions and no answers, she senses Sora was in danger. Leaving the station to witness, she spots Sora looking much worse for wear with Xehanort's youth readying to finally remove him from the realm of light. Naminé called his name, using her connection to his heart, guising herself as Kairi to incentivize him to spur back up to fighting. It worked as she expected, and the boy is suddenly turning the tables against the seeker.

As Sora fought on, Naminé retreats into the station and resumes her musings.

Except once her sandals touched the ground, she shivered and felt a cold touch race down her spine. Something within the station had changed, and all it took for her to see what occurred was looking back down to the murals of Kairi's heart. There is nothing there, none of those close to her heart, none of the beautiful colors that many would associate with Kairi's personality, not even herself nor Sora were to be seen.

It was blank as a clean slate, not shattered nor even damaged. Just empty as if Kairi's heart had lost all that made her the girl they all know and love. "W-What's going on?" she whispers as the chill grows colder and colder. Frantically observing her surroundings, the chill of emptiness and void spikes fear into her. Placing a hand on her forehead she wracked her mind for answers, how is this happening to Kairi, she hadn't lost her heart nor did Xehanort even try to corrupt her. Not that he could, even someone as powerful as he couldn't corrupt her like he did so many others.

"I-I…I need to contact Luna! She's the only one who could answer this!", she says to herself. She turns to raise her hand to access the links that connected Kairi to Lunafreya, the same method she once used to get into contact with her in the past.

"LU-

Naminé's waist was suddenly clutched by something, stopping her from speaking her by startling her. She looks down to see a dark tendril had wrapped itself around her, and slowly as she looked around more tendrils started to slither up from the grey blank station. They latched onto her like leather ropes, starting her arms, legs, and her shoulders. Her right arm managed to evade the grabby tendrils as she tried to call out the name of the other princess while struggling against these unknown sources of evil. She thrashes and tugged on her binds, even going so far as to bite one when it tries to wrap around her mouth.

Slowly she is being dragged into the grey, taking a violet color as she feels her feet sink into it. The shadow of Kairi thrashes desperately as she feels the corruption reaches her stomach as only her hand and head were able to move. Panicking as she feels herself losing consciousness, Naminé thrashes her hand around like the back of her head slowly sinks. The tendrils wrapping around her head with only one eye exposed to the slowly moving away from light in the sky. With one final breath, she cries:

"LUNAFREYA!".

Her last breath before she sinks…into darkness…

*Entrance to the Battlefield*

With a single sidestep, Lunafreya plunges her trident into the stomach of a power wild, destroying the creature of the darkness. Her three prongs from her divine weapon glowed with lightning, sending three chains of golden sparks through a horde of neo-shadows.

Spinning the weapon over her shoulder and with one turn, she slashes the majestic weapon upward to cleave a shadow in half, freeing the heart within. The Oracle takes a breath and looks around to see the great battle that had gone on for far too long come to a close, as the remaining minions of the darkness began to dwindle in numbers and will to fight, many of them being destroyed by the RC. Panting softly from the exertions, the divine woman turned to Yen Sid with his light slowly growing dimmer with his mana depleting steadily.

She had no words that we sufficient to display her amazement to the old man's magical prowess, for as old as he is and with how long he had used his light to safeguard the others. Then again this was a former keyblade master, his power should have been expected even with his older body. Fortunately, she did not have to rely on him for dealing with damage to the heartless hordes, for the RC community had dealt with them all swiftly and efficiently.

Even one like the dark inferno stood almost no chance against the mercenary, the man wielding more than one giant sword regained control over the battlefield the moment he deemed the heartless a threat. The others had shown themselves to be such vital allies that she partially wondered why they hadn't considered sending them from the start, but then again she feared Xehanort might have had a plan for such a thing. At least he would be too content with the guardians to worry about those without the keyblade.

Throughout the battle she could sense what may have transpired within the battlefield, sensing great darkness appear for a moment before fading away to create the keys that would grant Xehanort the final key to open the door. Two lights had finally found their ways home too, she felt two moments were three separated lights re-joined and it warmed her heart, strongly believing Terra had finally been brought home and likely Axel must have found the person he lost.

Those moments of peace and victory did soothe her worries for a short time, but slowly as the day grows dark and the clash reaches a conclusion she still senses Xehanort and his trio remain on the field. It made sense he'd keep likely his strongest vessels away from getting too involved in the, even Ardyn couldn't be sensed on the field. Undoubtingly he was waiting for the opportune moment for Noctis.

No sooner had she sensed the two kings finally dual it out for the final time, she felt his darkness evaporate into nothing. The Usurper had finally been put to the rest he had been denied for far too long, but whatever sadness she had for his passing died when she thought back to how they nearly lost Kairi and potentially Naminé. She just hoped her beloved had hurt him equally for all the pains he had inflicted upon her cherished friends.

"I think they're giving up!", cried out Yuffie, flipping in the air and throwing her oversized shuriken at the hordes. The Oracle looks and sees a plentiful of heartless started to fade away back into the ground or enter the portals to fall back from this suicidal battle. She watches as the RC members slowly recede their fighting and hold their grounds, watching the heartless leave the world. Shortly the heartless all had returned to the realm of darkness at last.

"WA-HOO! WE WON!", the ninja cheers, "Suck it heartless!".

Cheers and celebrations were made and shared, some even doing what the Oracle could only deduce were "victory poses". Something Prompto had explained to her during their time in the forest. Why they did she couldn't fathom but who was she to deny them a little treat for their hard work. Watching them all, she rests on her trident to take a breath at last, weary and sore from this excessive battle, wondering how the other women do this so easily. Perhaps she could take up Tifa's offer in the future.

She looks to Yen Sid who carried a frown on his face as he lowered his hands to dispel the golden barrier. He must have sensed Xehanort is getting closer to his goal as well as she did, concern coating his face while starting at the battleground.

"Xehanort is close to his goal…and the guardian's lights are weakened", he sighed.

"They have been fighting his vessels, as well as his heartless the moment they had arrived", Lunafreya reminds stubbornly, "Please remember, master Yen Sid, that they have extinguished his forces. And soon there will be none left to protect master Xehanort".

"Pfft yeah!", Yuffie states, "I mean Sora beat Ansem and that nobody jerk face WAY back when! Now he's got a gang, it'll be a cakewalk!". There is a collection of agreements, many adding more to Sora's accomplishments and nearly dousing the fires that are Yen Sid's worries. Rikku spins her twin daggers before sheathing them, turning to Lunafreya. "Shouldn't we go help them? I mean if it's only a few baddies…".

"LUNAFREYA!".

Lunafreya's eyes widened as her heart feels a horrible cry of pain echoing from within. She staggered and almost fell to her knees were she not holding her trident. Clasping her heart and letting a gasp escape from her, she shakes from the pain-filled cry. Aerith and Zack were immediately at her side, helping her stand properly while the woman in pink starts to heal her minor wounds while checking for anything grievous.

"Luna? You ok?", the SOLDIER asks. She shook her head, calming her breath and standing upright, facing to the darkened skies looming over the battleground. "Something is wrong…the guardians are in danger", she states firmly. "Well, what are we waiting for?", Zack asks, "Let's go give them a hand". But Lunafreya shakes her head and steps forward. "Your part in this battle is done, you need to return to the Radiant Garden and stay away from this world", she commands.

"What? Why!?", complains Yuffie.

Lunafreya turns to her with a severe look in her eyes. This kills the fire in the ninja girl's eyes as Cloud and Leon looked to the Oracle for answers. The woman shakes her head and turns back to the battleground, her silence answering the two. With a rueful nod, Leon turns to Yen Sid. "We'll head back then…", he says, "Everyone, gather up and get ready". Some complained and tried to argue but Leon silences their voices and strictly ordered everyone to ready themselves, as Yen Sid prepares to take the RC back home.

Cloud folds his arms and looks to Lunafreya while Leon gathers everyone up. "…this world is doomed, isn't it?", he asked. "…the heartless were merely replenishing their numbers…and likely Xehanort's vessels have done more than just throw their lives away for his gain", Lunafreya says wisely, closing her eyes. "I fear Xehanort was not expecting the battle to go as well for the guardians of light as he predicted".

The woman of light had considered all the possibilities that this battle could go, from it being one-sided to the light being crushed by the darkness, and even believed that perhaps they could win this war with ease. But with each possible outcome, she always feared that however, the battle goes Xehanort will have a plan for it, better or for worse for any side. Try as she might however she could not fathom just what back up plan he could have possibly conjured up to counter the light should the forces of light overwhelm his vessels of darkness.

But for now, that mattered not. Naminé's cries for her had planted the seed of fear within her, and if Namine was in danger, then Kairi is most definitely in some great peril.

"You're saying he may have something up his sleeve? Like destroy the entire world to stop Sora?", Cloud theorizes. "He has gone to great lengths to ensure this fated battle would come…why would he stop at destroying a world just eradicate Sora and the other guardians", Lunafreya speaks. She turns to Cloud. "…should such a thing occur, should Sora and the other guardians perish, all worlds will be at his mercy".

"So, you're sending us back, as a backup plan?", Cloud sighed. "There will be no one left to guard the worlds should we all perish here…", Lunafreya confesses. Cloud unfolds his arms and scoffs, waving his hand. "Whatever…", he says as Yen Sid prepares to transport the RC back to their world. As much beneficial was having them by her side would be and certainly, with their aid, Xehanort would have a far more, maybe even impossible, odds against him.

But if what the Oracle feared was his true plan is true, then should this world be swallowed by the darkness with all the defenders of the light here, then none would be able to stand against the darkness. Ruefully as it is to deny more aid to their already hellish battle, she had no choice but to venture forth alone.

"My lady are you sure?", Yen Sid questions, "There is no turning back".

"…I will not abandon them…I will ensure they will survive", swears Lunafreya, marching alone towards the battleground. As Yen Sid teleports himself and the others off the world, Lunafreya breaks out into a sprint, racing towards the battleground with courage clashing the fear within her heart. Already her mind ran wild with possibilities of what could have happened to Naminé and Kairi, all those links leading back to what she feared.

"Be safe, my friends…I shall not abandon you to the darkness", she solemnly swore. Even as her path is littered by the shadow heartless, proving her concern, after all, she raises her trident and plunges forth into the danger, her weapon shining like a beacon of light. Long had she been forced to stand by and wait, knowing those she held dear had to have been hurt by these vicious monsters. She isn't the same Oracle who was forced to be locked away and live like a prisoner.

She is a guardian and princess of light, and her divine light will be the last thing the dark creatures will bear witness to. With light shining so bright upon the creatures, trident held up high as the heartless were scorched by the holy shine. Thoughts of those who had become friends, family even powered her, she felt their hearts link to hers. Ravus flashes in her mind, her mother and father, people she had lost when she could do nothing.

She will not lose her family again…

Neo-shadows leap from the walls and spun towards the woman of light. Lunafreya raises her trident, a blazing trail of flames roared from the three prongs of her divine weapon. The flames danced in the air around her, consuming the shadows of the darkness, like the Astral of fire's wrath bent to her will power. She spins the trident, controlling the flames and incarnating the dark beings as she races through the narrow canyon.

Even large bodies sliding towards her fell to the nurtured determination of the princess of light, she condenses the airy flames into a whip of flames. With several swings of her new weapon, the flaming rope lashes wildly and burns/slashes through the large bodies as though they were made of paper. Turning down on the corner, she sees a small group of dusks slithering in the air towards her, likely trying to ambush her.

Lunafreya halts her run and raises the trident, bathing it in the beautiful light that came from her heart. With a gentle utter from her lips, she aims her trident and fires a web of lighting that completely trapped the dusks in the canyon. Golden lightning attached to the walls and racing down the canyon, almost akin to the empire's trap back in the capital, the dusks were destroyed by this attack, removing the obstacle that once halted her path.

Running further along the canyon, Lunafreya faced many more heartless and nobodies in her journey to reunite with her family, all had fallen to her like moths toward was a roaring hurricane of fire. With one swipe of her holy weapon, she brings down an invisible with ease, her free hand blasting a horde of shadows with a swirling aero that ripped them to nothingness. Any wound, fewer than she thought, she had sustained was immediately taken care of thanks her magic, a constant aura of healing surrounding her and even her barriers took all the brunt of the more lethal attacks.

She throws her trident through five armored knights with ease and erects a pillar of the reflect spell to shield herself and attack her foes with ease. In her pillar of safety, she tries to sense the other guardians of light, hoping to gather them all up for a final assault upon Xehanort. As her light traces them, she senses Aqua and Ventus with Terra, they were combating with the darkness too. Axel with two more lights was in the same boat as them, but his majesty's two allies were safe from the darkness, much to her relief.

She could sense three of the keyblade masters facing three terrible forces of darkness, but Kairi's light was faint, if not almost invisible to her senses. The woman feared her student might have to go back on her promise and used the lethal spell as she expected, and no doubt Xehanort must have swooped in for the advantage. Whatever he is plotting the Oracle dreadfully feared for her friends' safety, and more than ever believed a united front against him might be their best bet to put an end to this battle at long last.

Her concerns grew when she sensed Noctis' light had dimmed, weak but she knew he still drew breath. His guardians were in the same condition she felt, sensing their lights were still strong yet they were not moving. Fearing they were wounded at best, at worst ambushed by an army of the forces of Xehanort, Lunafreya recalls her trident and stomped the bottom of the weapon into the ground, the barrier firing a barrage of light around her foes. Having absorbed their attacks and only retaliating with minimal bursts of magic, a full-powered one obliterated the horde attacking her.

If Aqua and Axel were reunited with their lost lights, then their safety is guaranteed. The others however were a priority for her now, especially if Gladiolus and his group were outnumbered or Donald and Goofy were caught up against a much more dangerous minion of the darkness. Grabbing her trident, she spins it around her, creating a trail of stone carried by air following the prongs of her weapon. Two ropes of stone and air surrounded her torso and aiming her left hand, they swirled around her limb and then fly off towards the heartless.

The stones grow into large beachball sized boulders and smashes the heartless while the wind carries the rock and monsters, clearing her path. With several waves of her hand, the air tunnel carrying the rocks fly in several formations, smashing and cutting the heartless while lifting some into the air to smash them into the walls or drag them on the ground until they were taken back into nothing. She uses her magic to rip out large chunks off the walls and drop them onto the hordes, like a small avalanche.

Lunafreya grabbed her trident with both hands just as armored knights rush her, brandishing their arm blade. She quickly counters one swing of their sharp limb with the bottom of her trident, knocking one aside and then plunges the prongs into the other, freeing its heart. Spinning the weapon over her shoulder with a spin, she smashed the butt of the trident into the jaw of another and then slashes it across the chest.

She lifts her left arm over her other arm and forms a barrier to deflect the attack of another with ease. Their weapons bounced off harmlessly and with a touch of magic, Lunafreya turns her barrier into a blasting wall, firing several bullets of light that tears through the minions of darkness. Then she stabbed her trident into another armored knight, killing it and clearing the path before her. Lunafreya pants and sighs in satisfaction of her progress, but her senses picked up another essence behind her.

Turning on her heels quickly, she had only a few seconds to react when two invisibles hovered above her, swords reeled back, and ready to decapitate the Oracle.

Before the Oracle could face her end, a large shield flies from behind her and smacks one in the head before ricocheting and smashing into the other, disorientating them. She then takes this chance to plunge her trident into the heartless' chest, destroying it just as a blast of magic struck down the other one with one blow, eradicating the two purebloods. Lunafreya spins around to see as she expected, Donald and Goofy putting down the last of the heartless horde.

Once the area is cleared, she approaches the two with a nod and a relieved smile. "Thank you once more for your timely arrive", she speaks graciously. "We heard fighting, and thought one of us must've gotten lost", Goofy explains, "But gawrsh, I wasn't expecting you to be out here, Luna". She nodded as her smile fades away into concern. "Were things going smoother, I would not be", she sighed, "However, Naminé has reached out to me…I fear she and Kairi are in peril".

"WAK!? How!?", Donald yelled, hopping up and down, "Did somebody kidnap her!?". "I fear that may be the case…however, I have not been able to reach Naminé's heart either, I fear something terrible has happened". She walks ahead with the two watching her, letting her continue: "Whatever Xehanort is planning, Kairi's safety is our priority. I wish we could reunite with the others and launch a full assault upon the seeker of darkness".

"But the others are still fighting heartless!", Donald says, "At least we think so…they're all over the place". Lunafreya nodded to the duck as he and Goofy chases after her, "True enough, and as beneficial as it'd be to join them and finish their skirmishes as quickly as possible, we do not have time to spare", she sighed, "For now, we are on our own". Goofy then pips up. "Well, what about Gladio and the others? Maybe they caught up to Noct?".

"I fear they have but only for a moment. Noctis had left earlier to clash with Ardyn, Gladiolus and the others have remained stationary since his departure", Lunafreya reveals, "But we should be able to meet up with them should we continue down this road". "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!", Donald says. Together the trio runs down the canyon to Gladiolus and the other two. Even if they aren't wielders of the keyblades, they aid could greatly benefit them, even be enough to rescue the two girls.

They ran around the final corner to the last corridor leading out of the maze and see the royal guards on the ground. Instantly they ran and checked them, the Oracle and mage fearing they were severely wounded or worse. There was darkness around their chests, grey and dull but ultimately harmless save for a temporary sleep. She senses the darkness came from Ardyn, and she believed the reason Noctis had to fight alone was thanks to the man of the dark. Whether it was out of pride or because he saw these three men beneath him she didn't say for certain, but it seemed Ardyn had no intentions of anything but keeping them out of his revenge.

Plus awakening them wasn't difficult for her, one simple touch of her light awakens the three guardians. Once they woke up, they immediately looked around for whatever did this to them but more importantly searched for Noctis. She calms their worries and reveals what had likely transpired since their unwanted slumber and reassures them their king as triumphed in his clash with the man who brought ruin upon their home.

"Least that bastard of a Lucis is dead for good this time…", grunted Gladiolus. "But what about Leon and the others?". "We managed to drive the heartless back; master Yen Sid has taken them back to their world while I proceeded", explains Lunafreya. "By yourself?", Prompto asks shocked, "Couldn't have asked Cloud or Tifa or ANYONE else to go with you?". The Oracle turned to the blond with a look of insult, raising a brow at him. He must have understood what he implied before he sheepishly scratched his neck and looked away.

"…regardless, we should hurry", Ignis says cutting into the conversation, "Kairi is still likely in Xehanort's hand, the sooner we re-join Sora the sooner we save her".

The party nods in agreement and turns to the pathway leading to Xehanort. But before anyone could so much as raise their feet, Lunafreya stops. A horrible heat suddenly coats the air, she feels her body sweat and it became harder to breathe. Looking around the group, she spots flickering flames suddenly sprouting around them, dancing on the walls and even in the air she sees dense flames. Darkness, a corruption even, entraps them in the canyon as the flames went from golden red to violet.

The walls slowly burning with black flames as an impenetrable wall of fire cuts off their exit. Even the flames darkened their visions, everyone taking their weapons out and readying for whatever Xehanort had left in his never-ending schemes. A rush of hot wind passes the six, forcing them to raise their weapons to shield their eyes and hold their grounds against this force, a roaring tower of violet and red flames bursts before them.

The gale dies, allowing them to witness what monstrosity could have such control and heat over the flames. Sitting on a throne made of bones, likely in mockery of the Kings of Yore, a demonic humanoid creature with long brown hair, dark violet eyes with no eyebrows and grey skin. Wearing a golden wrist and ankle bracers with a golden crown that's adorned with red jewels. Long twisted horns with nails that more so resembled claws than actual nails.

Topless with heat radiating around it, the air aflame as if it were the embodiment of fire itself. Its hand was grasping a giant blade, the hilt encrusted with red and white jewels, gold, and a purple scarf wrapped around it that's being held in place by a single gemstone bracelet and a metal chain. The blade must be of some value to the creature, given how worn it looks. Likely it has been its companion for many centuries, maybe even longer.

On its chest is the heartless emblem, but the mark is alit with black flames on the outlines while the heart shines in the darkness.

Lunafreya's eyes were wide with recognition and even horror at the sight of this monster. "What the heck is THAT supposed to be!?", Donald bellows. Lunafreya steps forward, in front of the party as the large humanoid monster glared at her. "The Infernian and god of fire…Ifrit", she revealed.

"Wait, as in the Astral!? B-But shouldn't he…?", Prompto gulps, aiming his gun at the monster. "Dead? Yes, but the darkness within him…it must have kept him from the same fate that has befallen his brethren", Lunafreya deduces with a scowl, her trident held high as the others joined her side. Ifrit slowly raises from his throne, a sword hanging low as flames dances around the worn steel. With a disgusted sneer at the sight of those lesser beings that dare to stand before him, he marches towards them.

With each step his flames grew larger, denser and hotter, turning the entire canyon into a volcano. Lunafreya hisses as the heat licks her form, sweat running down her brow as even her divine weapon felt as if it were melting from this beast. Heartless or no, the Astral still retained its great power, possibly even greater now than it had been. She senses small traces of the blight within its blackened heart, likely it is how Ardyn turned this once lethal force of nature into his thrall. It sickens the woman to her core that Ardyn's corruption is so lethal and poisonous that even a god could be warped into an abomination.

Ifrit raises his giant sword over his shoulder as his blazing feet burns the earth beneath him, yet before Lunafreya could warn her companions, they all stood forward and raised their arms against this fallen Astral.

"This being is the only thing standing between us and the others", Gladiolus states, "So let's hurry up and get rid of it!". No sooner had the left his mouth, Prompto immediately takes a shot to Ifrit while Donald and Ignis blast the beast with icicles from their hands.

Unamused, Ifrit's fiery aura instantly melts the icicles and bullets that dared attempt to do him harm. He swings his gigantic sword in a sweep motion, splitting the walls in turn as his withered blade closes on the group. Goofy steps in to stop the blade, but even the captain couldn't hold back the blade entirely without practically burrowing his feet into the ground. He just barely managed to hold the steel back from cleaving the others in half, halting the steel and allowing Gladiolus to go in.

With both hands on his greatsword, Gladiolus jumps and brings down the sword onto the monster's head with a bellowing roar. Ifrit just grabbed the man with his free hand and holds him in the air, examining him while his flames burn him. Gladiolus struggles in the grasp of the beast, cursing it as Ignis runs in with his daggers coated in a frosty mist, frost coating his steel. The advisor of the king goes for the giant's legs with several whirlwinds of frost, but because of Ifrit's heat, his attempts to use his natural opposing element fail, and only does his steel taste the beast's flesh.

His blades sliced into the legs of the fallen Astral, yet for all his quick but heavy strikes Ifrit does not even acknowledge he is being attacked by this lesser being and tosses Gladiolus aside like he was nothing before turning to Ignis. He lifts his fist and only misses the man of the chosen king's inner circle because he purposefully allowed him to flee from him. Gladiolus slammed into the wall of flames before he lands on the ground, his Kingsglaive uniform being licked by the embers.

He ripped off his burning jacket, now only having the vest with the glaive motif on his back and showing his tattooed arm with Terra's armor protecting his left arm. He growls as the Infernian casually swings his sword at the party, easily defeating Goofy and Prompto while toying with Ignis, while Donald helplessly tries to blast him with magic. Ifrit turned to the Oracle and raises his hand to her, firing a torrent of roaring hot flames at her.

She counters this with a barrier to shield herself, bathed in flames. Even within her divine sanctuary, Lunafreya could feel the monstrous heat burn her, her skin turning red as if she were laying down on the sun itself. Gladiolus runs in and goes for the daemon's legs with a beastly roar, using every fiber of his strength to either cut off his legs or at least hit him hard enough for him to take the shield seriously and leave the Oracle be.

His great blade slammed into Ifrit's legs, a powerful tremor runs wild in his leg and down to the ground. Ifrit turns to Gladiolus, his face contorting into an animalistic snarl, his flames evaporating from his hand. Distracted by the shield's audacity, Ifrit took no notice of Prompto using his grapple wire to ascend higher up the walls and swing towards the beast. Prompto pulls the wire from the wall and soars through the air whilst swapping his robotic limb for his gatling gun.

"Iggy!", Prompto calls out as his weapon takes a solid form.

Quick as ever, Ignis throws a wisp of ice towards the gunner, and with perfect aim, the wisp lands on his gun. The gunner feels the cold seeping into his metallic limb and as the barrel rotates with a frosty mist surrounding it, and once he got close to Ifrit, he takes aim. A barrage of ice infused bullets rains down from the gunner and upon the fallen Astral. Ifrit only raised his head in time to be pelted by a barrage of frozen bullets.

Thanks to him being in a closer range than his first barrage, Prompto's bullets find themselves burrowing into the god of fire while he flies over the beast. Ifrit hisses in pain as the ice melts into him, his opposing element had finally struck him and even reminded him of his fellow Astral. While Prompto lands on the ground with a roll, Goofy runs past him and with a quick spin, tosses his shield right for the god's back.

The mighty shield lands a direct hit on his spine even if it was nothing more than a bug bite. Ifrit turns on the captain and sees Ignis rocket to the air with his spear in his hand. The giant lifts his sword and with a swing, throws an arc of flames at the advisor. Donald saw this and changes his aim to the roaring flames and fires a ray of ice at the fire. His ray hits the flames and immediately turns them into a giant arc shape block of ice between Ifrit and Ignis.

Ignis dives down and smashes through the ice block and charges down to Ifrit. The god of fire snarls at him and aimed his hand at the diving warrior, but he is stopped by Prompto firing a Starshell directly into his eyes, blinding him and because of his blight tainted blood, the light harmed him. Ignis plunged his spear right into the heartless emblem, stabbing the blade from the tip to the hilt. Quickly he imbues it with ice and the frost coats Ifrit's chest.

"Donald, Luna!", Ignis yells as he uses the darkness to teleport from the giant. Together the two magic users aimed their weapon and fired two rays of ice at Ifrit. Both beams struck the back of the monster, earning a yell from him as the frost slowly covers his body. The rest of the party gathered up behind the two, Ignis and Goofy pulling out ethers for them for a quick dose should the need arise while Prompto and Gladiolus kept the steel checked.

But as the frost almost covers the god of fire entirely, Ifrit turns around to face them and then lets out a bellowing roar that shakes the walls entrapping them. The fires roared to life and flickers wildly like they being blown by the winds. The ice that nearly consumed the god of the fire melts away and evaporated as Ifrit's body is surrounded by black flames, the darkness that stemmed from the blight manifesting to its fullest potential. With one more roar, Ifrit's power skyrockets and sends a shockwave that throws all the guardians off their feet.

Interrupting the two magic users' attacks to dose his might flames, Ifrit's shoulders now donned a cloak of red and black fire, his horns glowing in darkness as all his wounds healed, wiping out the progress his foes had achieved in doing him harm from existence.

Lunafreya rises on her elbows as her friends rolled on the ground in pain, Ifrit slowly marching towards them with his giant sword now dripping with liquified fire, melting even stone. He raises his sword to crush them, but when the blade falls, Gladiolus and Goofy are immediately standing between the god of flames and the downed party. Goofy's shield and Gladiolus' blade held back the weapon, both buckled slightly from the strength of the attack but neither backed up.

Gladiolus, his body shining with the crystal light of the Armiger, roars and throws the steel off himself. Ifrit and Gladiolus exchange strikes from their steel, molten fire dripping from the blade and scattering around while Gladiolus' Armiger infused blade slices the air as they attack with inhuman speed.

Lunafreya managed to get on her feet as Prompto and Ignis re-joined the battle with Donald covering them with healing and defensive spells. Clasping her trident with both hands, Lunafreya has concluded that for all their efforts against the god of fire, they will not last against his furious might. Even all together with having his weakness, the beast exceeds the mortals with little difficulty thanks to his flames. Between the darkness, his Astral power, and the heat that surrounds them all, it is easily a one-sided battle that will eventually wear the group down before they could truly harm the beast.

Without any other allies to call upon, not that she believed their magic could douse the flames that cut them off from the party, they wouldn't last much longer against the Astral. Her grip tightens as she reached this sad revelation, she raises her head as her eyes steeled themselves. Thoughts of her king races through her mind and their friends, the promise to bring them all home echoes through her mind. Watching the five guardians fight on without fear and unwilling to accept defeat spurred her heart.

If they would fight for their friends with this vigor despite none possessing divine light or keyblades, why should she an Oracle and princess of light do any lesser?

Grasping her trident with both hands, planting the bottom into the ground with a thud, she chants her spell. Slowly blue light dances around her form, the flames that surrounded her begin to emit steam and turns the canyon of flames into a sauna. Ifrit slammed his sword against Gladiolus, halting the warrior but leaving his blade still in the air. Ignis runs up the blade while being covered by Prompto's firing, shooting Ifrit long enough to allow Ignis to jump and plunge both daggers into his right shoulder.

Ifrit roars as the cold turned the skin of his right shoulder from blazing orange to frosty blue while Ignis jumps off him. He tries to grab the slippery man but is interrupted by Donald firing fireworks at his face. The rockets explode and temporarily blind the giant, and when he clutched his eyes, Goofy tackles the god of fire with a shoulder and shield tackle. The strike forces the giant back and lifts his blade of Gladiolus, letting the shield to at long last make an attack.

With a leap and bringing the sword down onto the beast's chest, Gladiolus' powerful strike blows Ifrit backward. When he lands on his feet, he and Goofy stay on the sidelines as Ignis, Prompto, and Donald stepped in front of them. "Attack with all you got, we need to put out those flames if we wish to truly harm him!", commands Ignis. With black ice coated daggers, Ignis throws several of them at the god of fire while Donald sprays him with a mist of chilling air and Prompto using his ice infused gatling gun.

With three barrages of ice striking the fallen Astral accompanied by the blow dealt by the two shield users, even Ifrit couldn't shake off this assault with ease as the ice begins to coat and cool his flames. Only when his darkness begins to take over the flames is he resisting the chill, the frigid movements going loose and free but the enrage fire within his eyes glowed heatedly at the group. Goofy and Gladiolus readied to take on the god of fire while Ignis yells for his two companions to keep up their attack.

But Ifrit marches towards them even with all their attacks beating him like all that was hitting him was just the air. "Iggy, it's not working!", Prompto exclaims while continuously firing away. Ignis hissed, trying to conjure up another idea that could stop this monster. Even with three assaults from the cold couldn't douse the flames of the god of fire, and so long as he carried the darkening fires, all their attacks wouldn't last or even hinder him.

That is when he looks down and sees running water brush past his feet, slowly rising over his feet entirely as steam hisses and rises. They all looked back to see Lunafreya standing on a pedestal of water five feet in the air, her eyes shining with the divine light of the princess of light, her trident bathed in a soft blue glow. Water surges and pools around her, from the ground and air dousing the flames around the group, turning the entire canyon into a sauna.

Ifrit himself stops his march when he sees the water appear, the Oracle standing tall like the goddess of the sea had reincarnated before him. Twirling her trident with one hand as several bubbles shroud the guardians of light, the Oracle raises her free hand and coats it with frost. With a cry, she yells:

"TSUNAMI!".

The ground shakes as the current grows fierce and faster in the canyon, slowly rising until it covered the guardians who were stationary thanks to the bubbles. The wall that entrapped them with black flames cracks with several spouts of water breaking through it until it all crumbles into nothing but rubble and water. A tidal wave rushes through the canyon passing Lunafreya harmlessly, putting out the black flames that tainted the walls and ground as the pure waters crashed into Ifrit. The god of fire roars as the purity of the waters soak into his flesh, dousing his flames and killing the heat within his blackened heart.

The tide pushes him even as he stood his ground, using his sword to fight against the current. Fruitless as the waters carried the wrath of his fellow Astral and the willpower of the speaker of the gods, not even his fury could halt this combined assault. Relentlessly the god of fire pushes onward towards the Oracle even as the waters covered them all, the woman of light staring him down. Slowly the pedestal of water shortens, and she waltzes up to the god of fire, slowly the waters around her freezing and even solidifying despite the rapid currents.

Ifrit raises his sword above his head, roaring like a wild animal as the woman who defied her fate stands before him like a blasphemer, insulting him just by her presence. He brings down the blade onto her, even against the rushing tides fighting back his momentum it comes down so quick none of her guardians could even yell for her name in time. The blade is repelled by a white shell that surrounds her, crystal ice fluttering.

Ifrit's eyes widened when the Oracle, for the briefest moment, carried the same eyes that reminded him of the one whose heart he had melted. One who once held the same disdain for humans as he does today, but now roles reversed he sees the compassion within those eyes. The ghost of the one who he taught compassion to stands before the messenger, gently touching his sword and immediately freezes the steel.

The ice races along the withered blade as the water slowly diminishes and recedes into a trickle, the god of fire's body slowly encased in ice while the flame in his eyes dies out. The Oracle calling her guardians to allow this Astral to re-join his brethren in the next world. Altogether the five guardians struck the god of fire's frozen body, their weapons smashing him into pieces of frozen chunks. But his remains quickly melt into nothing as his essence flutters into the skies, his destination unknown to the mortals but all believed he had finally returned to where his brethren awaited his return.

The walls freed from the flames as the chaos marked this canyon, the five panting as Lunafreya slouches, her trident holding her up as she grunts and huffs tiredly. She raised her head when she heard a familiar voice whisper to her, a voice she had longed to hear again but when she looks around there is nobody but the guardians. A small sad but gentle smile forms on her lips, a silent prayer is given as thanks for the one who held her up when the trials became too much for her.

"P-Please tell me…that's the LAST mini-boss we've gotta fight before Xeha-jerk", groans Prompto. "Here's hoping…", Gladiolus grunts out.

"Guys!".

All six turned to see joyously the remaining guardians racing towards them, looking less weary but a far cry from fully restored. None the less they were glad they had all caught up to them before the big fight with Xehanort. Gladiolus smirked at her but then glances at Xion who was helping Roxas check on Prompto, patting his shoulder kindly with a shy but friendly smile.

"Son of a bitch, she DOES look like Kairi and Naminé", he thinks to himself with a sigh. Aqua helps him stand up properly whilst checking him for severe wounds, asking him where his jacket went. When he replied with: "Probably smoldering ashes by now, courtesy of the god of fire", she playfully thanked Ifrit. He gave her a look before, with darkened cheeks, she confesses she liked seeing his tattoos in battle.

"You guys alright?", Axel asks as he hands Ignis a potion.

"Weary, aching and likely some of us are going to be dealing with burns and sunburns, but far better off than the organization", Ignis assures after downing the potion, "But our concerns remain with Sora and the others".

Lunafreya nodded and after downing a potion giving to her by Terra, she says: "We've little time to waste, we must reach them before Xehanort can create the final key". The party runs down the corridor while the Oracle ponders their situation, realizing that this reckless rushing was their only best course of action to prevent Xehanort's goals. Even as battered, wounded, and weary as they all were and as much as she wished they could have some time to recover, time is not on their side anymore.

Thanks to Ifrit's interference, whatever leisure of time they have snatched away thanks to the god of fire and even if some were far from ready to plunge into battle again, she prayed Aqua or at least another wielder of the keyblade could have the strength to turn the odds against Xehanort. Or most importantly, they reach the battleground in time to save Kairi, which was far more important currently.

They finally came to the last wall that leads upward to the battleground with Xehanort's tower of stone oversees the entire maze, dark clouds gathered up as the darkness grows more tensely. She tries to sense what foes could be lying in wait or see if she could sense how Sora and the other masters fared but were stopped by Xion calling out: "Noctis!".

All of them looked to where she pointed and sees embedded in the wall was indeed Noctis. Unconscious and severely wounded with blood trickling down his head, clothes ripped and damaged and the Oracle could sense his light was dwindling to nothingness. "Somebody get him down here!", Ignis orders while ripping a potion out of his pocket. Quickly Terra leaps to the king, using his armored hand to grab the rock to hold himself.

He practically ripped Noctis out of the bed of stone and leaped back down to his friends, laying the king down and letting Lunafreya assess his state. But before the woman of light could even touch him, she froze on the spot as a horrible stab struck her heart. A chill so cold not even the darkest of the heart could compare, a newfound pain rocketing through her. She slowly stared at the pillar Xehanort stood on as darkness gathers up in the sky.

She sensed it; the key had been forged at last.

"Luna? What is it?", Aqua asks as Ignis and Donald tended to Noctis.

"…a light…has perished…", she whispers…

*Battleground: Earlier*

"You both require motivation", Xehanort warns cruelly, "And that is why this is her fate".

Quickly scaling the mountain to Xehanort, both islanders run as if their lives depend on their success, Sora's eyes dead focused on Kairi's sleeping form while Riku snarls at Xehanort. The seeker of darkness raises his keyblade as Kairi helplessly floats there, the old man smirking evilly.

"KAIRI!", cries Sora, realizing he wasn't going to make it in time. Xehanort brings down his keyblade.

Sora and Riku cry for their friend's name…

"XEHANORT!".

A loud booming clang rings out from above, startling both boys but spurring them into running even faster up the mountain. Above them, staring up against the old man with the Raksha blade in hand, Noctis grits his teeth as he stood between the old man and Kairi. Not even Xehanort could keep the surprise from appearing in his eyes, but Noctis breaks their deadlock and strikes at him with a cry, his blade blocked by Xehanort's keyblade. It did however push him back from Kairi and the king, allowing Noctis to spin, grab Kairi's collar, and roar Sora's name before he unceremoniously shoves Kairi off the cliff.

Sora jumps off the mountain and catches Kairi, together with Riku, both fall to the ground.

On the ground holding Kairi close to him in bridal style, Sora shakes her and cried her name, begging her to wake up. "Kairi! Kairi, please wake up!", begged the chosen one just as Riku landed near him. He checks on his friends, placing a hand on Kairi's shoulder while Sora shook her. Stirring in his arms, a weak groan escapes her, signaling she still lives. "Sora…?", she croaks, head down as if she were trying to avoid looking at him.

Chucking it up to the light beaming down her, Sora whispers her name softly as Riku exhales in relief. "Its ok…you're safe now…", Sora promises, a grateful smile appearing on his lips.

Back on the mountain, Noctis watches the interaction with a tired but victorious smile, before grunting in anger and turning back to the old man now standing over by the cliff. "Well now…destiny has been defied, yet again", he muses with interest. Raising the usurper's blade against the old man, Noctis snarls: "It's over old man, your vessels are dead, and you won't be clashing with ANY keyblade here!".

Xehanort glances at the king with a cocked brow, looking amused. "Oh? Is that so? Aren't you a chosen keyblade wielder, your majesty?", asks Xehanort. "Damn right, but like Ardyn said: The moment our keyblades clash, the final key will be forged", says Noctis. "And chances were, you were counting on clashing with Sora, Riku, Aqua, or any one of the masters to get that key…". With a cocky smirk, Noctis shows his crystal weapons surrounding him, showcasing every weapon he could use against the seeker.

"But the problem is with me, I don't need the keyblade to kick your ass…when I've got another fourteen arms to pick from!", proclaimed Noctis.

Xehanort…laughed.

He laughed hard and confidently, even looking away from the king as if he were the funniest man alive. This quickly kills the confidence within Noctis, a horrible dread rose within his chest. "W-What are you laughing at!?", demands the king, "I may not be a master but-

"You assume that because I lost nearly all my vessels and with you as my opponent that victory has been claimed by the light?", Xehanort asks. "My boy… has no one among your companions told you I plan for every eventuality?".

"The hell are you talking about!?", roars Noctis, "All your vessels are gone! Who could you possibly have left!?". With a cruel and evil grin, Xehanort merely gestures below them to the islanders.

Letting Kairi stand on her two feet, Sora hovers around her as she rubbed her forehead and shakes her head. "Take it easy, ok?", Sora pleads, "Just wait here and we'll take down Xehanort, and then…we can all go home".

"…I knew…you would come for me", Kairi says lowly and softly. Sora leans to get a better look at her face, not noticing Riku's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "But…Sora…", Kairi spoke. Then, with a cruel and dark smile, she faces him while opening her eyes.

"You're too late".

With a horrified gasp, Sora staggers backward, eyes widened in utter despair. Staring back him were no longer those beautiful blue eyes that had long captured his heart, but were golden eyes devoid of kindness, warmth, and love for him. Her cranberry tresses turning into bleached white as her hands a painted in darkness, blood-red nails as a dark aura cloaks her body. Kairi wickedly smirks, calling Chaos Ripper, one of the darker keyblades wielded once by Terra.

It is a long keyblade that appears chipped and very asymmetrical in its design. The handle is smooth and red-orange and is surrounded by a roughly rectangular guard. The guard is predominantly black, though it fades into dark red toward the base of the blade, and has uneven, chipped spikes on each of its corners. The shaft of the blade is black with a faded bronze border along its edges, which are lined with prominent chips.

The head of the blade is decorated by several chipped and oddly shaped red-orange spikes with black tips, which also form the teeth. The Gazing Eye is also set in the head of the blade. The chain token contains a second Gazing Eye.

A dark and ugly weapon of the dark, the exact opposite of Kairi. Sora couldn't even utter the strength to gasp in terror, only simper in despair at the girl who couldn't be any purer than the strongest light be reduced to such a nightmarish mockery of herself.

Above Noctis stares in dismay at the sight, stammering. "B-But…that…that's impossible!", he shouts, "She's one the purest maidens, there shouldn't be even a hint of darkness within her! How did you-

"Ardyn".

Noctis reels onto the old man, who continues: "I sensed the girl had used the old spell from the ages past, Holy. And know of the price every princess who uses it must pay. All the light within their hearts is used to create a devastating pillar that not even *I* could survive from. But at the cost of emptying their hearts of light", he explains. With a smirk, he says: "But at such a vulnerable state, all it takes is a simple planting of darkness, allowing it to nurture within until the moment they foolishly use it again".

He turns to Noctis and finally says: "Ardyn's gift to plant darkness within people's hearts was the key to planting my darkness within her heart. You should have listened to the boy when Ardyn warned him".

Shoulders shaking as the answers piled up in the king's mind, the year within the forest had given the darkness enough time to fester and adapt to Kairi's heart, effectively hiding away from even Lunafreya. And Xehanort knew, he knew Kairi would use Holy again to save the others regardless of the cost. With mad laughter escaping Xehanort, he gestures Kairi and proudly proclaims:

"Witness the XV vessel, Kairi!".

"Now, clash with the boy! Create the final key and forge the key to end all keys!", commands Xehanort.

With an enraged roar, Noctis runs and brings down the Raksha blade upon Xehanort with every raging strength within his body. But Xehanort casually repelled his attack with one arm and his keyblade catching the sword. Noctis tries to overpower the man but with one swift parry that knocks the sword aside, Xehanort struck Noctis and knocks him back. Pushed to the edge of the cliff, fallen to one knee, Noctis glared at Xehanort standing over him.

"Unfortunate for you, your majesty. Your wounds have finally caught up with you, and your power is no more a threat to me than a shadow against a master", Xehanort mocks. Noctis grunts and quickly warped away from the master to the sky, his Ultima Blade in hand, and thrown to the battleground. But before he could warp himself, Xehanort fires a large ball of dark energy that strikes the king head-on. A massive explosion bursts in the sky and the chosen king of light is thrown off the battleground and into the maze.

Without the king to interfere, Xehanort watches the fighting below about to take place. Kairi-Nort smirking wickedly at Sora as the boy couldn't even call his keyblade, his eyes showcasing despair and even defeat. His hands shook as his legs wobbled in terror, unable to convey the horror that gripped his heart.

"Call your keyblade, Sora", commands Kairi-Nort with a nasty smile, "Otherwise this will be a more painful experience for you".

"No! I won't let you fight each other!", Riku challenges, summoning his keyblade. But Kairi-Nort teleports in front of him before he could even raise his leg and placed a hand on his chest. She fires a blast of darkness that expels him from her, knocking him into Mickey in the process and sending them both off the battleground and onto another platform. Smirking at her handiwork and now without another meddlesome slave of light to interfere, Kairi-Nort turns back to Sora.

"Riku won't save you this time, nor Aqua, Donald, Goofy and especially Noctis", Kairi-Nort states firmly. She lifts her keyblade to point at him. "You're on your own now, Sora".

"And now for the final clash of light and darkness…" Xehanort proclaims, "Sora! You must choose! Let your light be snuffed out by Kairi and spare her life but lose everyone else to her keyblade! Or slay her and create the final key!".

Without waiting for the boy to respond, Kairi rushes to him laughing evilly and madly.

For the first time since he picked up the keyblade, Sora felt completely and utterly hopeless…either die to Kairi but let her kill everyone else they held dear to them…or fight back, slay her, and craft the final key to bringing the end to the realm of light.

A choice…had to be made…

A/N: WHOO! So, we're getting into the tragic stuff now.

I do wanna apologize for the no posts for the past three weeks, but I promise you they were done and as you saw are posted throughout this week with chapter 78 being worked on! The reason for this is I was starting to burn out with all these fights and started to worry if the quality of the writing was starting to go sloppy, so I had a friend read them.

Work obligations will delay chapter 79, sorry but you all know how it is.

Now Kairi has become a Nort, and now Sora is gonna must make a choice, can he bring down Kairi and save her from the darkness, or will he perish and someone else will have to perform the horrible task? But I can say the next chapter will be the end of the keyblade graveyard, and we'll be heading into…familiar waters.

QUESTIONS!

Q1: Thoughts on this chapter?

Q2: How was Lunafreya and Naminé in this one?

Q3: The fight with Ifrit?

Q4: What do you think of Kairi-Nort?

Q5: How do you think Sora is gonna get through this one?

Q6: Can you guess what is coming next?

Q7: What do you wanna see next?

As always, thanks for reading! Stay awesome but more importantly, stay safe!