As the trucks come to a halt near the outpost, the sound of engines dies down, and the doors of the vehicles swing open. Ocelot emerges first, his characteristic swagger and confidence on full display. His elite soldiers armed and ready, fan out behind him.
Ocelot: (smirking) Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like we stumbled upon a couple of lost lambs. Not quite what I was expecting, but perhaps this can still be entertaining.
William: (whispering to Blizzard) That's Ocelot, one of the iconic characters from the Metal Gear Solid. Be careful, there's something off about him.
Blizzard: (whispering back) I can sense it too. There's darkness within him. Stay alert.
Ocelot gazes at Blizzard and William, a mix of confusion and disappointment crossing his face.
Ocelot: You two look utterly out of place. You don't happen to know anything about a soldier with a bandana who made quick work of my KGB comrades, do you?
Blizzard: (guarded) We've seen a soldier like that, but we're not responsible for his actions. We're just trying to find our way out of this world.
William: Please, sir, we mean no harm. We're innocent bystanders caught in the middle of all this.
Ocelot's expression shifts to curiosity as he leans closer, studying them intently.
Ocelot: Innocent, you say? Well, I find that hard to believe. But you're right about one thing. There's something strange happening here. Some of my soldiers have enchanted themselves with a dark substance that appeared out of nowhere. It has changed them, made them stronger.
Blizzard: (thinking to himself) The darkness... It's spreading even in this Locked World.
The conversation hangs in the air for a moment, the tension palpable. Ocelot takes a step back, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
Ocelot: I'm not releasing you just yet. You might prove useful as leverage or bait. In the meantime, let's see if you can entertain me. My soldiers could use some sparring partners.
Blizzard and William exchange worried glances, knowing they're trapped and must find a way to escape Ocelot's clutches. As the soldiers take their positions, the battle that lies ahead looms ominously, their fate uncertain in this strange amalgamation of worlds.
Ocelot smirks as he twirls his revolvers in a dazzling display of guns spinning, his voice dripping with arrogance.
Ocelot: Ah, the choices I have before me. Shall I question you? Shall I bring you in for some... thorough interrogation? Or perhaps, I'll find pleasure in watching you squirm under the weight of torture.
Just as he finishes his theatrical speech, a smoke grenade land at Ocelot's feet, releasing a thick cloud of smoke that engulfs the area. Amidst the chaos, Naked Snake swiftly emerges, utilizing his stealth and CQC skills to incapacitate the soldiers and disarm Ocelot.
Naked Snake: (calm and composed) Enough theatrics. Your time for playing games is over.
Blizzard and Will watch in awe as Naked Snake single-handedly neutralizes the soldiers and delivers a decisive blow to Ocelot, rendering him unconscious. With the immediate threat subdued, Naked Snake approaches Blizzard and Will, releasing them from their bindings.
Naked Snake: You two, you're not soldiers. I misjudged you. I'm sorry for involving you in this mess. It seems we'll have to work together to find our way out of here.
Blizzard: (grateful) Thank you for saving us, and we apologize for any confusion earlier. We're not from this world, and we're just trying to understand what's happening.
William: We appreciate your help. It seems we're all caught up in something much bigger than we anticipated.
Naked Snake: No need to thank me. We need to stick together if we want to make it out of here alive. I believe we can trust each other now.
Blizzard and William nod, understanding the gravity of the situation and the need to cooperate. As they regroup and plan their next move, they prepare to navigate the treacherous landscape of this Locked World, hoping to unravel its mysteries and find a way back to their own reality.
Blizzard: Naked Snake, before we proceed, can you tell us more about this V.I.P. Sokolov? Who is he, and why are you searching for him? And what about the Patriots and the Cobra Units?
Naked Snake's eyes dart around the room, scanning for any signs of movement or potential threats. Time is of the essence, and he knows they can't afford to waste it.
Naked Snake: Sokolov is a brilliant scientist who possesses vital information that could change the course of this conflict. The Patriots are a secretive organization with immense influence, and the Cobra Units are a group of elite soldiers. The details are complex, and we don't have much time to delve into it right now. We need to focus on finding Sokolov before Ocelot and his soldiers wake up.
Blizzard understands the urgency in Naked Snake's voice and nods, realizing that their immediate priority is to assist Naked Snake in accomplishing his mission. They follow Naked Snake through the building, cautious of any potential threats that may still be lurking.
As they enter a room deep within the outpost, they find Sokolov locked in a cell, visibly relieved at the sight of their presence.
Blizzard: (sympathetic) Sokolov, we're here to help you. Please, stay calm. We'll get you out of here.
Sokolov, visibly shaken, nods in gratitude. The tension in the room is palpable as they work swiftly to release him from his confinement.
Time is running out, and they must make their escape before Ocelot and his soldiers regain consciousness. They know they have little room for error as they face the unknown challenges that lie ahead.
Naked Snake turns to Sokolov, his expression focused and determined.
Naked Snake: Sokolov, we need to find a way out of here. Is there any point of extraction nearby? Something like Thunderbolt that you mentioned earlier?
Sokolov takes a moment to collect his thoughts, his eyes darting around as he recalls the information.
Sokolov: Yes, Thunderbolt. It's a covert extraction point not far from here. If we can reach it, we might have a chance to escape safely.
Naked Snake nods, acknowledging the importance of this information. However, their conversation is abruptly interrupted as they step outside and find themselves surrounded by Ocelot and his units, who have regained consciousness earlier than expected.
Ocelot's voice carries a hint of smugness as he addresses Naked Snake, the legendary soldier he sought to challenge.
Ocelot: Ah, the legendary soldier himself. I must say, I'm disappointed. I expected a more thrilling duel, not a game of cat and mouse.
Naked Snake's gaze narrows, his focus unwavering.
Naked Snake: Save your theatrics, Ocelot. This is not the time or place. Stand down, and we can resolve this peacefully.
Ocelot chuckles, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and arrogance.
Ocelot: Peaceful resolutions don't make for compelling stories, my dear soldier. Prepare yourself for a battle befitting our reputation.
Tension hangs heavy in the air as the confrontation reaches its peak. Naked Snake, Blizzard, Will, and Sokolov find themselves outnumbered, forced to face Ocelot and his highly trained units. The outcome of this encounter will shape their success of their mission.
Ocelot smirks, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and recklessness. He pulls out a needle filled with the mysterious black substance, the same one that his KGB soldiers had used to enhance themselves.
Ocelot: Oh, but you misunderstand, my dear companions. This substance grants even greater power, a true test for our legendary soldier here. I crave a challenge, and this will make things much more interesting.
Blizzard steps forward, his expression filled with concern.
Blizzard: Ocelot, you don't understand the dangers of that substance. It's fueled by darkness, and using it will only corrupt you further. You're treading on a dangerous path.
William adds his voice to Blizzard's plea.
William: Please, Ocelot, don't do this. There are other ways to settle your differences without succumbing to darkness. Listen to reason.
Ocelot, however, remains undeterred, his gaze fixed on Naked Snake.
Ocelot: Reason? Where's the thrill in that? I have sought a worthy adversary, and if I must embrace the darkness to find it, so be it. Now, let the battle begin!
With those words, Ocelot injects himself with the black substance, his body pulsating with an unnatural energy. His eyes glow with an eerie yellow light as he assumes a combat stance, ready to face Naked Snake in what promises to be an intense and dangerous duel.
Sokolov's sudden flight into the dense jungle catches everyone off guard. Naked Snake quickly realizes the urgency of the situation.
Naked Snake: Damn it! We can't let Sokolov escape. Blizzard, Will, we have to deal with Ocelot first. Stay focused!
Blizzard and William nod. They brace themselves for the impending battle.
Blizzard: We won't let him get away. Ocelot may be enhanced by that darkness, but together, we can overcome him.
As Ocelot lunges forward with lightning speed, his movements fueled by the dark substance coursing through his veins, the trio springs into action. They engage in a fierce battle, skillfully dodging Ocelot's attacks and retaliating with their own strikes.
Blizzard summons his Keyblade 'Frostbite', its icy power resonating through the air. He delivers swift and precise blows, aiming to weaken Ocelot's defenses.
William, summoning his Keyblade 'Luminary', channels his magical abilities to create protective barriers and launch devastating magical attacks at their opponent.
Naked Snake, relying on his military training and lethal CQC skills, combines his close-quarters combat techniques with his innate agility, swiftly countering Ocelot's moves.
The clash intensifies, with each strike and counterstrike echoing through the jungle. The battle becomes a symphony of blades, gunfire, and the occasional magical burst.
Ocelot's enhanced abilities make him a formidable opponent, but the combined strength of Naked Snake, Blizzard, and William prove to be an equal match. With each passing moment, they edge closer to subduing Ocelot and reclaiming control of the situation.
The battle reaches its climax, and with a final, decisive strike, Ocelot is momentarily incapacitated. The darkness that had consumed him begins to recede, leaving him weakened and vulnerable.
Naked Snake takes a step back, catching his breath, while Blizzard and Will stand guard. They know that this is only a temporary victory, as Ocelot could regain his strength at any moment. But for now, they have a moment of respite to gather their thoughts and decide on their next move.
Naked Snake gathers William and Blizzard together, his voice filled with urgency.
Naked Snake: Listen up kids. We can't waste any more time. Sokolov is out there, and we need to find him before the enemy does. We'll split up to cover more ground. Will, you head west. Blizzard, take the east. I'll go straight ahead. Our rendezvous point will be Thunderbolt. We'll regroup there once we find Sokolov.
William: Understood, Snake. We'll do our best.
Blizzard: We'll cover as much ground as possible and keep an eye out for any enemy activity. Let's find Sokolov and get out of here.
Naked Snake nods, acknowledging their commitment. He adjusts his gear and sets off on his path, disappearing into the dense jungle.
Moments later, Naked Snake activates his radio to establish communication with Zero.
Naked Snake: Zero, this is Snake. I've formed an alliance with two strange individuals who possess extraordinary weapons. We're currently on a mission to locate Sokolov, who has gone missing. I need your support on this.
Zero: Snake, I'm glad you found allies. This situation is becoming increasingly complex. I'll do everything I can to assist you. Keep me updated on your progress and let me know if you encounter any obstacles.
Naked Snake: Roger that, Zero. We'll stay in contact. Our main priority is finding Sokolov and ensuring his safety. I'll reach out to you with any significant developments. Over and out.
With the reassurance of Zero's support, Naked Snake pushes forward, navigating through the unforgiving jungle, driven by his mission and the urgency to locate Sokolov before it's too late.
Blizzard and Will find a moment to catch their breath and reflect on the peculiarities of the locked world they've stumbled into. They exchange glances, their expressions filled with a mix of confusion and curiosity.
Blizzard: This locked world... It's unlike anything I've encountered before. The rules and elements we're familiar with seem to have been intertwined with something entirely different.
William: I know, Blizzard. It's like we've stepped into a different version of Metal Gear Solid 3. The introduction of darkness, keyblades, and all these other elements... It's both fascinating and perplexing.
Blizzard: Indeed. I wonder how our presence here has altered the course of this world's story. And what about the significance of the keyblades and the darkness? It's as if they've been introduced to reshape the narrative.
William: It's hard to say for certain, but perhaps this locked world is a fusion of various narratives, borrowing elements from different stories. It could be an experiment of some sort.
As they contemplate the nature of the locked world, they suddenly hear rustling in the nearby bushes. Their attention sharpens, and they prepare themselves for any potential threat.
Blizzard: Be on your guard, William. We might not be alone out here. Stay close and stay vigilant.
William: Got it.
The noise grows louder, and the source of the disturbance begins to emerge from the thick foliage. Blizzard and Will tighten their grips on their weapons.
As the rustling in the bushes grows louder, Blizzard and William tense up, preparing to confront a potential threat. However, to their surprise, it turns out to be The Dream Eater, who emerges from the foliage and approaches them cautiously.
Dream Eater: Hey, guys! It's me, Blizzard! Sorry for the scare, but I couldn't resist following along and making sure you're safe. And uh, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation...
William: Dream Eater? You've been trailing us this whole time? You had us worried there for a moment.
Dream Eater: Sorry about that. But seriously, can we address the elephant in the room? People keep mistaking me for a stuffed toy! I mean, come on, I'm a Dream Eater, not a plushie. It's starting to get on my nerves.
Blizzard chuckles, understanding his Dream Eater frustration.
Blizzard: Well, Buddy, it seems you have a knack for attracting those comparisons. Just like how Black Beard thought the same in that previous Locked World. Perhaps it's the adorable appearance combined with your friendly demeanor.
Dream Eater: I guess so, but still, it's hard to be taken seriously when people mistake you for a cuddly toy. Anyway, let's not dwell on that. We need to focus on our current situation. Naked Snake, Sokolov, and we need to find them.
William: You're right, Dream Eater. Let's regroup and continue our search. We can discuss the intricacies of the locked world and its peculiarities later. For now, we have a mission to complete.
The trio sets off, navigating through the dense jungle and keeping an eye out for any signs of their missing companions. Blizzard Dream Eater stays close, eager to assist and prove himself as more than just a plushie look-alike.
As Blizzard, William and The Dream Eater continue their exploration through the dense jungle. They remain cautious of any potential threats lurking in the shadows. The sounds of wildlife echo through the trees, creating an eerie atmosphere. The tension is palpable as they tread carefully, evading the patrol paths of the KGB soldiers.
Blizzard: Stay low and keep an eye out, guys. We need to avoid any unnecessary confrontations. Our priority is finding Snake and Sokolov.
William: Agreed. Let's stay focused and move silently. The last thing we want is to attract unwanted attention.
Dream Eater: Don't worry. With my keen senses, I'll make sure we stay one step ahead of any potential threats.
They navigate through the dense vegetation, the leaves brushing against their clothes as they cautiously make their way forward. The sounds of distant footsteps and muffled conversations from the KGB soldiers remind them of the constant danger that surrounds them.
After a while, they stumble upon a massive bridge, stretching across a wide chasm, connecting two parts of the jungle. The bridge is shrouded in a heavy, yellow fog, making it nearly impossible to see what lies beyond.
Blizzard: That's one impressive bridge. But given the fog, I can't help but feel a sense of foreboding. It's as if the weather itself is warning us to proceed with caution.
William: It's hard to tell what awaits us on the other side. We should tread carefully and stay alert. There might be more than just KGB soldiers waiting for us.
Dream Eater: I have a feeling that crossing this bridge is crucial to finding Naked Snake and Sokolov. But let's not rush into it. We need to evaluate the risks and plan our next move.
They take a moment to strategize and exchange information, making sure they are prepared. The fog envelops the bridge, adding an air of mystery to their journey.
With their minds set on their mission, the trio prepares to cross the bridge, venturing into the unknown as they continue their search for their missing companions.
As Blizzard, William and The Dream Eater cautiously step onto the wooden bridge. Their attention is drawn to a woman wearing a bandana, reminiscent of Naked Snake's iconic attire. She is clad in a green camouflage outfit and appears to be carrying two heavy crates. The air around her crackles with an immense, almost otherworldly energy, sending chills down their spines.
Blizzard: Who... Who is she? Her aura... it's unlike anything I've ever felt before. It's so powerful.
William: I can't move. This... fear... it's overwhelming. What is happening?
Dream Eater: I sense great danger. Her presence alone seems to paralyze us.
The woman stops in her tracks and locks eyes with the trio, her gaze piercing and intense. No words escape her lips, yet her silent stare conveys volumes of unspoken power and mystery.
Blizzard: What... what does she want? Why is she looking at us like that?
William: I... I don't know, but her presence alone feels ominous.
Dream Eater: She possesses an extraordinary aura. It's as if she's emanating a force beyond comprehension.
As seconds tick by, the weight of the woman's gaze becomes almost unbearable. It feels as though time has frozen, and the trio finds themselves unable to move or speak under the weight of her powerful aura.
Despite their attempts to resist, an overwhelming sense of fear engulfs them, rendering them momentarily paralyzed. The mysterious woman remains motionless, her intentions unknown but undeniably impactful.
In this tense and eerie encounter, the silence hangs heavy, broken only by the sound of their pounding hearts.
As the paralysis brought upon by the mysterious woman's aura continues to hold Blizzard, William and the Dream Eater in its grip, a voice echoes through the dense jungle. It is the voice of Naked Snake, accompanied by the trembling tones of Sokolov.
Naked Snake: Don't make a move! I repeat, do not engage in combat! That woman is highly skilled and extremely dangerous. If she has used the same mysterious substance as Ocelot, fighting her could lead to disastrous consequences.
Blizzard: (struggling to speak) S-Snake... who is she?
William We... we can't move. Her aura, it's like... magic.
Just as confusion and fear grip their hearts, Naked Snake and Sokolov emerge from the same bridge they had previously crossed. The Mentor of Naked Snake, having betrayed her country and aligned herself with the enigmatic Patriots organization, stands before them.
Naked Snake: Hold your ground! She is... my mentor, the one who taught me everything I know. I never expected to encounter her here. It seems she has embraced a path of darkness.
Sokolov: Snake, who is this woman?
Naked Snake: Her name is... The Boss. She was once a loyal soldier, but she has since forsaken her country. We don't know her true intentions, but we must proceed with caution.
Blizzard: The Boss... So that's who she is.
Will: But why can't we move? It's like her aura has frozen us in place.
The mysterious woman known as The Boss stands silently, her piercing gaze fixed upon the paralyzed trio. They struggle to comprehend the magnitude of her power and the danger she poses. With their movements restricted and their fate uncertain, they await further instructions from Naked Snake, hoping for a solution to their immobilized state.
Blizzard and William's eyes widen in astonishment as they observe Naked Snake and Sokolov approaching the bridge, seemingly unaffected by the powerful aura that has paralyzed them.
Blizzard: (whispering) William, do you see that? Snake and Sokolov... they're not frozen like us. How is that possible?
William: I don't understand. They don't seem to be affected by her magic aura.
Dream Eater: Their lack of magical affinity might grant them immunity to her paralyzing powers. But how is that even possible?
As Naked Snake and Sokolov draw nearer, their expressions filled with urgency and concern, Blizzard and Will remain rooted in their immobile state, unable to communicate their predicament.
Naked Snake: Blizzard, William, what's going on? Why are you two just standing there?
Blizzard: (struggling to speak) We're paralyzed by her aura. We can't move.
William: It's... her magic. We're trapped, unable to break free.
Naked Snake: (bewildered) Paralyzed? Magic? I... I don't understand. I don't feel anything. What are you talking about?
Blizzard's frustration and confusion grow as Naked Snake fails to grasp their situation, leaving them trapped and vulnerable. The uncertainty of their circumstances only heightens their sense of urgency, knowing that The Boss could strike at any moment.
Blizzard: (whispering to William) This is madness. How can he not feel it? We need to find a way to break free and regroup.
Naked Snake cautiously approaches The Boss, his gun pointed at her, his voice filled with a mix of determination and confusion.
Naked Snake: Boss, this doesn't make any sense. You and the Cobra Unit, betraying the United States to join this organization... Why?
The Boss remains silent, her piercing gaze fixed upon Naked Snake, her expression unreadable. Finally, she breaks the silence, her voice resonating with a mix of sadness and resolve.
The Boss: Snake, you are just a child. You couldn't possibly understand the weight of the choices I've made. The path I've chosen is one that requires sacrifices, sacrifices for the sake of something greater.
Naked Snake: But why, Boss? Why turn your back on everything we fought for? The principles we believed in?
The Boss: Principles change, Snake. Loyalties shift. The world is far more complex than it seems. I serve a higher purpose now, one that demands sacrifices even from those closest to me.
Naked Snake: You're asking Sokolov to come with you... What purpose does he serve in all of this?
The Boss: Sokolov possesses knowledge and talents that are crucial to our cause. He is a valuable asset, one that cannot be left behind.
Sokolov, trembling with fear and confusion, looks to Naked Snake for guidance. Naked Snake's eyes flicker with concern as he considers his next move.
Naked Snake: Boss, I can't let you take him. He deserves a chance at redemption. We both do.
The Boss: Redemption? Redemption is a luxury we can't afford. The world needs to change, Snake, and sometimes sacrifices must be made for that change to come.
The tension between them builds, the weight of their conflicting ideologies and loyalties palpable in the air. Naked Snake struggles to understand The Boss's motivations, torn between his loyalty to his country and his respect for his former mentor.
Naked Snake: Boss, I can't let you just walk away. We were a team once. We fought together. We believed in something greater. Is all of that just forgotten?
The Boss: Times change, Snake. People change. The world demands it. This is my path now, and I must follow it, even if it means leaving behind those I once cared for.
As the standoff intensifies, the weight of their choices and the complexity of their relationship hang heavily in the air. The outcome remains uncertain, and the consequences of their decisions loom large over their shared history.
The Boss stands tall on the bridge, her voice carrying a mix of conviction and uncertainty as she addresses Naked Snake and the others.
The Boss: This world we find ourselves in, this anomaly, it holds immense potential for the Patriots future vision. The soldiers using that mysterious dark substance, the manifestations of power we have witnessed... It is all part of a grand design, a plan to shape the course of history.
She pauses for a moment, her gaze distant as she recalls her own journey.
The Boss: When I was just a child, I obtained a power, unlike anything I had ever known. Its strength rivaled that of a Metal Gear, and I felt its overwhelming presence within me. I questioned my own humanity, unsure of what I had become.
Her grip on the heavy crates loosens, and with a swift motion, she throws them aside, the impact resonating through the air.
The Boss: But that power... it granted me a glimpse of what is possible, of what the future could hold. And now, here in this world, I see the convergence of forces that can shape that future. It is both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
Her right arm slowly extends forward, her hand raised as if beckoning forth an unseen force. The atmosphere crackles with an otherworldly energy, swirling around her like an ethereal maelstrom.
As The Boss's hand reaches the apex of her summoning gesture, a surge of power courses through the air. A long metallic Keyblade materializes before her, emanating an aura of earth elemental magic. The weight of its presence hangs heavy in the air, causing Blizzard, William, and even Sokolov to be filled with a mix of awe and trepidation.
Blizzard: (whispering) Incredible... A Keyblade of such magnitude. It's unlike anything I've ever seen.
Naked Snake, unaffected by The Boss's magic aura, locks his gaze with her, ready to engage in combat.
Naked Snake: Boss, I don't know what you've become, but I can't let you continue down this path. Your loyalty to the Patriots has clouded your judgment.
The Boss, holding her Keyblade firmly, looks back at Naked Snake sorrow.
The Boss: You still don't understand, do you, Snake? This is bigger than loyalty or patriotism. It's about shaping the future, about ensuring a world that is... stable.
Without hesitation, Naked Snake swiftly moves in, engaging The Boss in close-quarters combat. His movements are precise and calculated, dodging her Keyblade strikes with ease. Despite her formidable abilities, he seems to anticipate every move, relying on his CQC skills honed through years of training.
Naked Snake: You've always been skilled, Boss, but I won't let you twist the world for your vision. There has to be another way, a way to find balance without sacrificing everything we've fought for.
The Boss, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of resolve and sadness, continues to clash with Naked Snake, their duel a testament to their shared history and conflicting ideologies.
As the intense duel between Naked Snake and The Boss rages on, the atmosphere crackles with energy. The Boss, determined to assert her dominance, channels her earth magic into a devastating attack, unleashing a barrage of rocks and debris toward Naked Snake.
The projectiles pummel Naked Snake, causing him to stumble backward. In that moment, a surge of energy courses through his body, causing his vision to blur and his senses to heighten. His mind becomes overwhelmed by a disorienting mix of sensations as he sees his own nervous system like an X-ray, pulsating with electric currents.
Naked Snake: (strained) What... What's happening to me?
He glances at The Boss, his eyes widening as he suddenly perceives her aura, the same aura that had immobilized Blizzard and William moments before. The sheer power and malevolence of her energy leave him paralyzed, his body frozen in place.
Naked Snake: No... It can't be...
His words trail off as he struggles to comprehend the overwhelming force before him. His mind races, attempting to find a way to overcome the paralysis and regain control of his body.
The Boss, her expression unyielding, approaches Naked Snake with measured steps, her Keyblade gleaming with latent power. She gazes at him with a mix of pity and conviction.
The Boss: Now, do you understand, Snake? The magnitude of what I possess... The power to shape the world.
Naked Snake, his voice strained, attempts to speak, but his words are caught in his paralyzed throat. He fights against the invisible shackles that bind him, desperately willing his body to respond.
The Boss: You were never meant to be a pawn in this game, Snake. It's time to accept your role, to embrace your destiny.
Unable to break free from The Boss's formidable aura, Naked Snake finds himself at her mercy, his mind filled with a whirlwind of confusion and frustration. The battle for the future hangs in the balance, and his fate remains uncertain.
As The Boss stands tall on the Bridge, her Keyblade raised high above her head, she taps into her immense power. With a resolute expression, she slams her Keyblade into the ground, causing the earth beneath them to tremble violently.
The Bridge shudders and cracks, as if the very foundations of reality are being tested. The ground splits open, and a powerful earthquake ripple through the area. Blizzard, William, and Naked Snake are thrown off their feet, helpless against the force of the tremors.
With a mighty thrust, The Boss sends a shockwave of energy through the Bridge, propelling everyone except Sokolov into the air. They are sent hurtling through the air, their bodies twisting and turning as they plummet towards the churning water below.
Blizzard: (shouting) No! We can't let her take Sokolov!
William: (struggling against the force) Hold on, Blizzard!
Naked Snake: (gritting his teeth) Damn it... Not like this!
The Boss watches with an unwavering gaze as they descend, her words cutting through the chaos of the moment.
The Boss: You see, Snake? Your resistance is futile. You cling to your old ideals, blind to the truth that lies before you.
The rushing wind drowns out any further words, and as the group disappears from sight, the scene fades to white.
METAL GEAR HEART 3: DARKNESS EATER
The words linger for a moment, their weight hanging in the air, before the scene fades to black, leaving the fate of Naked Snake, Blizzard, Will, and their mission uncertain.