16:30 AM
1 hours remain.
Blizzard, his Dream Eater, and Naked Snake continued their arduous journey through the dense jungle. The sounds of nature surrounded them, the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds filling the air. They maneuvered carefully, avoiding potential dangers and maintaining a heightened sense of alertness.
As they ventured deeper into the jungle, the soothing sound of water could be heard in the distance. Following the sound, they discovered a magnificent waterfall, its cascading waters shimmering in the sunlight. The group marveled at its beauty before deciding to explore further.
They entered a small cave located behind the waterfall, the sound of rushing water echoing around them. The cave, illuminated by the daylight streaming through the waterfall, revealed a steel corridor ahead. At the end of the corridor, around 30 meters away, a long ladder awaited.
The distant sound of a motorcycle reached their ears. Moments later, a figure crashed through the waterfall, emerging in the cave. The person removed their helmet, revealing themselves to be Eva, also known as Adam. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the sight of Naked Snake, his missing eye, and his unlikely team.
Eva spoke, her voice a mixture of curiosity and concern.
Eva: Snake... I knew Volgin had tortured you, but I didn't expect to find you here, accompanied by this young boy and... that peculiar creature. What has happened?
Naked Snake, his expression weary responded.
Naked Snake: It's a long story, Eva. I have been caught in a complex web of mysteries and danger.
Eva reached into her bag and pulled out a small black brick. She held it out to Naked Snake, her voice filled with urgency.
Eva: Snake, take this. It's a powerful explosive. With this, you can destroy the Shagohod and Volgin's lab. But be careful, the security there is at its maximum.
Blizzard listened intently, a confident smirk playing on his lips.
Blizzard, filled with confidence, interjected.
Blizzard: We can break through the main entrance. My skills as a Keyblade Master make me virtually invisible. We'll catch them off guard and swiftly eliminate them.
Eva's brows furrowed in confusion.
Eva: Skills that make you invisible? A Keyblade Master? What are you talking about? And why would assaulting the main entrance be a good idea?
Naked Snake intervened, trying to bridge the gap in understanding.
Naked Snake: Eva, Blizzard is not an ordinary human. He possesses uncanny abilities, much like the Cobra Unit. These abilities have saved my live multiple times already. Trust in his skills, just as I do.
Eva's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and skepticism crossing her features.
Eva: I... I don't understand.
Blizzard nodded, understanding the confusion.
Blizzard: It's a long story, Eva. For now, just know that we have faced numerous threats and come out victorious. We can do the same at Volgin's lab.
Eva hesitated for a moment, glancing between Naked Snake and Blizzard. Finally, she nodded.
Eva: Alright. If you say we can trust in Blizzard's abilities, then I'll place my faith in him. Let's proceed with the plan.
Eva pointed her finger towards the end of the steel corridor, drawing their attention to a ladder. The group turned to face the ladder. Eva spoke up, her voice filled with a hint of sarcasm.
Eva: Looks like you'll have to climb that ladder to reach the mountain where Volgin's lab is located (She said, her words laced with a touch of amusement.) No easy way out, huh? Whoever designed this place didn't think about convenience. Not even an elevator.
Blizzard glanced at Eva.
Blizzard: I have faced worse before.
Eva, sitting back on her motorcycle, put her helmet back on, readying herself to depart.
Eva: I'll handle some other business. But I wish you luck.
Naked Snake nodded, understanding Eva's decision.
Naked Snake: Take care out there.
Blizzard, his Dream Eater, and Naked Snake reached the end of the steel corridor, their eyes fixed on the sight that awaited them. As they looked up, their jaws dropped in astonishment. Before them stood a ladder that seemed to extend endlessly.
Blizzard stared at the ladder, his mind racing to comprehend its length. He turned to his companions.
Blizzard: This... This is the longest ladder I've ever seen. (He said, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and uncertainty.)
The Dream Eater let out a low growl, its eyes wide with amazement. It couldn't help but wonder how far this ladder would take them, and if they had the strength and endurance to climb it.
Naked Snake stood there, his gaze fixed on the seemingly never-ending ladder. He knew that this climb would test their physical and mental limits.
Naked Snake: Well, we've come this far. Let's not turn back now. We'll take it one step at a time and reach the top.
With a deep breath, the group readied themselves for the arduous climb that lay ahead. Each step would bring them closer to their goal, but they knew it would require unwavering perseverance to conquer this seemingly insurmountable ladder.
Naked Snake led the way, his grip firm on the ladder's rungs as he started the climb. Each step required careful balance and strength, and he pushed forward.
Blizzard followed closely behind, his muscles tense as he secured his Dream Eater on the back of his head. With every upward motion, he could feel the strain and weight. The Dream Eater clung onto his hair, providing a sense of support and encouragement.
As they ascended, the air grew thinner, and the surroundings seemed to fade away. The only sound that filled their ears was the rhythmic clanking of metal against metal as they continued their upward journey.
As Naked Snake and Blizzard began their ascent up the seemingly endless ladder, the magnitude of their task became apparent. The ladder stretched far above them, disappearing into the distant heights. The metal rungs, worn and weathered, creaked under their weight as they carefully placed each foot, ensuring their grip was secure.
With every step, they felt the vast emptiness below, a constant reminder of the danger that awaited any misstep. The air grew thinner, the surroundings fading into an abyss of shadows.
Blizzard's heart raced as he glanced down, the sheer drop below sending a shiver down his spine. He focused his gaze upward, fixated on the rungs above, willing himself to maintain balance and composure.
Naked Snake, leading the way, displayed remarkable agility and precision. He moved with purpose, his muscles tensed, as he navigated the ladder with unwavering concentration. Each movement was deliberate, ensuring a secure hold before proceeding further.
The Dream Eater on Blizzard's back clung tightly to his hair, its presence providing both comfort and a constant reminder of their shared goal. Blizzard's senses heightened, his focus sharpened, as he meticulously coordinated his movements, keenly aware of the potential consequences of a misstep.
They progressed steadily, the minutes passing as they continued their cautious ascent. The sounds of their climbing echoed through the hollow space, creating an eerie symphony of metal against metal.
Their minds were consumed by the task at hand, their surroundings fading into insignificance as they focused solely on the ladder and their upward progression.
As minutes turned into what felt like an eternity, Naked Snake and Blizzard persisted in their arduous climb up the seemingly never-ending ladder. Their muscles strained, their breaths grew heavy.
With each passing rung, the weight of their bodies seemed to increase, as if gravity itself conspired against their ascent. Sweat trickled down their foreheads, mingling with the dirt and grime accumulated during their journey.
The ladder stretched upward, disappearing into the unknown heights. Each rung became a small victory, a testament to their perseverance.
Occasionally, they stole glances downward, realizing the dizzying height they had already attained. The vast expanse below seemed both intimidating and mesmerizing, reminding them of the consequences of a single misstep.
Fear threatened to creep into their minds, but they pushed it aside, focusing instead on the rhythmic pattern of their climbing. The world around them blurred into a monotonous backdrop as they became absorbed in the repetitive motion of ascending, hand over hand.
Minutes turned into an hour. Step by step, they persisted, moving ever closer to their goal. Fatigue threatened to take its toll, but they pressed on, their minds set on reaching the summit.
As Naked Snake continued his relentless climb, thoughts of The Boss weighed heavily on his mind. The memories of their previous encounters flooded his thoughts, their conversations and shared moments intertwined with the weight of his mission.
He couldn't help but reflect on the complexity of their relationship, the bond they once shared. The thought of facing her, potentially taking her life, filled him with an overwhelming sense of despair. The burden of his duty threatened to crush his spirit.
With each rung he ascended, a part of him yearned for an alternative path, a way to resolve the conflict without resorting to violence. But the gravity of the situation, the imminent threat of a nuclear war, anchored him to his mission, a mission he believed he must fulfill for the sake of the world.
His remaining eye, now a constant reminder of the sacrifices he had made. The pain and loss he had endured thus far served as a testament to his resilience, a testament to his commitment to see his mission through.
As he reached for the next rung, his grip tightened, his muscles strained, and his heart filled with sorrow. The weight of the world bore down on his shoulders, yet he pressed on.
Amidst the physical exertion, the mental and emotional strain, he found solace in the memories of The Boss. He knew that the end of his mission would test him in ways he could not yet comprehend.
With each step, he pushed forward, his mind focused on the mission at hand. The words of his comrades, the memories of his training, and the flickering hope of a better future. He had come too far to falter now.
Naked Snake's ascent up the ladder was not just a physical journey but also a personal one, a test of his convictions and his resilience. And as he climbed higher, he carried with him the weight of his purpose, knowing that the fate of the world rested on his shoulders.
As Blizzard and Naked Snake collapsed onto the concrete floor, their bodies weary from the grueling climb, a sense of relief washed over them. The Dream Eater, finally releasing its hold on Blizzard's hair, landed gracefully beside them, its presence offering a comforting aura amidst the exhaustion.
Blizzard struggled to push himself up from the hard surface. He scanned their surroundings, hoping to catch a glimpse of William's familiar figure. But there was no sign of him. Panic started to grip his heart, fear for his friend's well-being intertwining with the weariness that consumed him.
Naked Snake, too, felt the weight of the situation. He understood the importance of William's presence, his skill as a Keyblade Wielder, and the need for unity in their mission. Concern etched lines on his face as he joined Blizzard in searching for any trace of their missing comrade.
Blizzard's mind raced, contemplating the possibilities of where William could have gone. He knew that the encounter with The Sorrow had left a deep impact on his friend, shattering the fragile peace that he had fought so hard to rebuild within himself. The fear of losing William to his own inner demons had gripped his heart, urging him to find his friend before it was too late.
17:10 AM
20 minutes remain.
As Blizzard and his Dream Eater followed Naked Snake, they cautiously made their way through the military outpost and lab of Volgin. The tension in the air was palpable, the sound of their footsteps muffled by the hushed whispers of uncertainty.
They found themselves in an empty corridor, the flickering fluorescent lights casting an eerie glow on the cold, metallic walls. Naked Snake moved swiftly, his years of training guiding his every step. With practiced hands, he retrieved the black brick, the powerful explosive given to him by Eva.
Blizzard and the Dream Eater stood watch, their senses heightened, ensuring no unwanted attention befell them. The Dream Eater's keen eyes scanned the surroundings, ready to alert them of any approaching danger.
Naked Snake carefully placed the black brick, the C-4, in a strategic location, ensuring maximum damage upon detonation. He skillfully set the timer, his movements precise and deliberate. The tension in the room grew, the weight of their mission pressing upon them.
Then, to their surprise, Naked Snake reached into his pocket and pulled out a seemingly ordinary potato. He explained to his companions that the potato would serve as the source of electricity to activate the explosive. It was a makeshift solution in the face of limited resources, yet it held the potential to change the course of their mission.
Blizzard watched intently, his curiosity piqued by Naked Snake's ingenuity. The Dream Eater, too, observed with a mix of fascination and anticipation. The gravity of the situation hung heavy in the air as they waited for the final step in this risky plan.
In the midst of the quiet corridor, Naked Snake connected the potato to the activation device, completing the circuit. A spark of electricity danced across the improvised connection, the tension mounting with each passing second. The countdown had begun.
Blizzard, the Dream Eater, and Naked Snake stealthily approached the Lab of Volgin, their every movement calculated and silent. However, their path was unexpectedly interrupted as they stumbled upon a conversation between two individuals—Ocelot and the notorious Colonel Volgin.
The tension in the air grew as Colonel Volgin's eyes locked onto Blizzard and his companions. With a sinister grin, he called out.
Colonel Volgin: Snake!
The group's gaze shifted towards Eva, who lay unconscious on the ground, a captive in whatever scheme she had been involved in.
Meanwhile, Ocelot, ever the showman, responded to their presence with a mocking gesture, pretending to shoot them with an invisible gun. His amusement was evident, a stark contrast to the gravity of the situation at hand.
In the face of this unexpected encounter, Blizzard broke the silence with a stern tone.
Blizzard: So it's you, Colonel Volgin?
His voice carried caution, aware of the danger that lay before them.
Snake stood at Blizzard's side, ready to face Volgin. The Dream Eater, too, braced itself for the impending clash. The room fell silent, the weight of their confrontation hanging heavy in the air.
Colonel Volgin then gloated about the precious square disk he held in his hand. His voice dripped with arrogance and superiority.
Colonel Volgin: Well, well, (Colonel Volgin sneered, his tone dripping with disdain.) This foolish woman dared to lay her hands on my treasure. This disk holds the power to unravel the secrets of the Patriots. And as for your question, boy... (He paused, relishing in his own arrogance.) I am Colonel Volgin!
Blizzard, his voice laced with a mix of anger and confusion.
Blizzard: Last week you fired a nuclear missile at your own allies. What kind of insanity possesses you? Why would you commit such an atrocious act? (Blizzard demanded, his eyes locked onto the ruthless colonel.)
Before Volgin could respond, Naked Snake interjected, his voice filled with weariness and a hint of resignation.
Naked Snake: Blizzard, there's no reasoning with a psycho like him. He's been granted power and authority, and it's corrupted him beyond repair.
Volgin, a twisted smirk on his face, relished the confrontation.
Colonel Volgin: Reason? Who needs reason when you have power? (He taunted, his words dripping with sadistic amusement.) I am the lightning that strikes from the heavens, the storm that brings chaos!
As Snake felt a presence behind him, it's being too late as The Boss swiftly attacked, Blizzard and his Dream Eater were caught off guard. The power and precision of her CQC techniques were overwhelming, leaving them vulnerable and unable to retaliate. Each strike carried the weight of her formidable skills, pushing them farther into a corner.
Blizzard gritted his teeth, refusing to succumb to the paralysis. He could sense his friends in danger, and he knew he had to act. He refused to let them be defeated without a fight. Summoning every ounce of his strength, he shouted.
Blizzard: Not this time! (In a swift motion, he pressed his hand against his shoulder pad, activating his Keyblade Armor.)
The armor materialized around Blizzard, enveloping him in a protective layer of steel-blue. The paralysis aura that had gripped him many and many times were resisted by the Keyblade Armor, allowing Blizzard to break free from its grasp.
As The Boss turned her attention towards him, her eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face.
Colonel Volgin and Ocelot, watched in surprise and shock at this anomalous transformation. Volgin's eyes gleamed with greed as he observed the newfound power before him.
Colonel Volgin: Impressive! (He muttered, his voice laced with a sinister delight.) That power... I must have it in my arsenal.
As Blizzard summoned his Keyblades 'Frostbite,' and 'Inferno,' The fiery and icy energies emanating from the Key shaped weapons flickered in sync with his heartbeat, he addressed The Boss and the others.
Blizzard: Perhaps you've missed the point (Blizzard said, his tone laced with conviction.) These Keyblades are not anomalies, they are an extension of which I am. They represent the power within me, unlocked through understanding and acceptance. This is what happens when you embrace the power within you as an integral part of who you are. No longer seeing it as an anomaly, but as a testament to your true potential.
The Boss's eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by Blizzard's words. She had always viewed her own Keyblade as something separate from herself, a mysterious gift bestowed upon her during her childhood. Blizzard's words struck a chord within her, challenging her perception.
Blizzard: We are not defined by our powers or abilities alone. It is how we wield them, how we integrate them into our very being, that makes us truly formidable.
The Boss, taken aback by Blizzard's words, briefly paused her aggression. It was clear that his perspective challenged her beliefs, causing a flicker of doubt to cross her face. But she quickly regained her composure, her expression hardening once more.
Colonel Volgin, however, grew impatient with the philosophical exchange.
Colonel Volgin: Enough of these speeches! (He bellowed, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and greed.) I want that power! Boy, hand over your key-shaped weapon!
Blizzard's gaze hardened as he faced Volgin.
Blizzard: You know what? Why do I even bother explaining? A greedy genocidal maniac like you will never get a hold of this power, never!
As Blizzard readied himself to face The Boss, Ocelot, and Colonel Volgin simultaneously, he sensed a subtle change within his Keyblade Armor. His heightened awareness allowed him to perceive the stamina drain and limitations of his armor more clearly. A flicker of realization passed through his mind.
Blizzad {I can feel it, (Blizzard thought, his focus sharpening.) This is the fourth time I've activated my armor. With each use, I've grown more attuned to its demands, adapting and finding ways to extend its duration. This time, I have a bit, more time, three minutes perhaps, to give it my all.}
He understood that the Keyblade Armor was a powerful tool, but it came with its own limitations. Yet, through experience and training, Blizzard had learned to push those limits and harness its capabilities to their fullest extent. With a quick hand gesture, he signaled to his Dream Eater that time was of the essence, and they had to make the most of the next three minutes.
Blizzard: {Now I can fight with the Keyblade Armor for a little longer I won't hold back. I'll make every second count.}
The Boss's fury burned brightly as she summoned her Keyblade, her eyes fixed on Blizzard. She intended to strike him down for good. Meanwhile, Colonel Volgin's electricity surged through his body, his fist crackling with immense power.
As Naked Snake seized the chance to slip away, his mind focused on locating the Shagohod, Blizzard's inner thoughts raced. He understood the weight of the situation and the importance of their objectives. Time was running out, and they needed to overcome their enemies swiftly.
As Blizzard moved with lightning speed, his Keyblades striking Ocelot with precision, rendering him unconscious but ensuring his survival to avoid any potential time paradoxes. In those mere two seconds, the room was filled with a sense of urgency and tension.
Colonel Volgin and The Boss, witnessing Blizzard's swift and decisive actions, realized that he posed a genuine threat. Their initial attempts to make their move was futile, as time seemed to slow down, allowing the scene to unfold with intricate detail.
Colonel Volgin, his electrified fist ready to strike, found himself frozen in place, unable to unleash his devastating power. The Boss, her Keyblade raised, was momentarily caught off guard by the blinding speed and agility displayed by Blizzard.
As the intense battle raged on, time continued to tick away. Two minutes remained until the Keyblade Armor would give way to exhaustion. The clash between Blizzard and The Boss intensified, their strikes becoming faster and more ferocious.
Colonel Volgin, displeased with the collateral damage caused by The Boss's powerful attacks, grew increasingly frustrated. The walls of the military room trembled under the strain, cracks forming and spreading like veins of impending destruction. Debris began to rain down from the collapsing ceiling.
Blizzard, focused, dodged and parried The Boss's relentless assaults, his Keyblades moving with precision.
The collapsing room added an extra layer of chaos to the battle, as debris fell around them and the sound of crumbling walls filled the air. Despite the imminent danger, neither Blizzard nor The Boss wavered in their resolve.
Time seemed to stretch as the final moments of Blizzard's Keyblade Armor ticked away. Every strike, every parry, every clash of their Keyblades resonated with an undeniable weight. The room continued to crumble around them, emphasizing the urgency of their conflict.
20 seconds remained. Blizzard fought with all his remaining strength, his Keyblade Armor glowing with a fading radiance. The clash of their Keyblades echoed again.
With only ten seconds left on Blizzard's Keyblade Armor, his Dream Eater unleashed a burst of fire magic against The Boss, creating a momentary diversion. Seizing the opportunity, Blizzard found an opening and struck with all his remaining strength, his Keyblade piercing The Boss's defenses, slashing her chest.
The Boss staggered, dropping to her knees in a rare display of vulnerability. Blood trickled down her side, evidence of Blizzard's successful strike.
But as the final second ticked away, The Keyblade Armor dissolved, leaving him sprawled on the floor, utterly exhausted. The Boss, though wounded, remained resolute, her gaze fixed on Blizzard with a mix of admiration and regret.
The room continued to crumble around them, the chaos of battle now intermingled with the chaos of their surroundings. The moment hung heavy in the air, an unspoken understanding passing between the weary combatants.
In those final moments, both Blizzard and The Boss had pushed themselves to their limits, their clash of ideals and power leaving an indelible mark on their souls. As the dust settled and the echoes of their battle subsided, they remained locked in a silent staring context.
Amidst the aftermath of the intense battle, Colonel Volgin smirked, his eyes gleaming with a mix of admiration and greed. He voiced his desire to possess the Key-shaped weapons, eager to add their power to his arsenal. However, Blizzard, though exhausted and lying on the floor, couldn't help but chuckle weakly.
Blizzard: Y-You think you C-can just take these Keyblades for y-yourself? (Blizzard managed to say between labored breaths.) You underestimate their true nature. They're not mere weapons that you can just take away from me.
Colonel Volgin's confident demeanor faltered for a moment as Blizzard continued.
Blizzard: But enough about that. You should be more concerned about the room you're standing in. It's rigged with an explosive. (He motioned the black brick Snake had left behind.) You have less than four minutes before this entire place goes up in flames, along with your precious lab and Shagohod.
Colonel Volgin, still filled with a twisted sense of arrogance, smirked at Blizzard's words.
Colonel Volgin: You've bought your little friend some time (He remarked, seemingly unfazed by the imminent danger.) But do you really think a simple bomb can stop me?
Blizzard, gasping for breath, mustered a weak laugh.
Blizzard: Oh, Volgin, y-you underestimate the power of this bomb. (He replied, his voice strained.) It's not just any explosive. It's designed to be as destructive as a small n-nuclear blast.
The realization dawned on Volgin's face, his arrogance momentarily faltering.
Colonel Volgin: You... you tricked us! (He growled, a mix of anger and disbelief in his voice.)
Blizzard's weary smile widened.
Blizzard: Consider it payback for your own treachery and the lives you've taken (He retorted, his eyes blazing with defiance.) You won't be using any Keyblades or anything else ever again.
As the seconds ticked away, the room began to shake, the rumblings of destruction echoing through the walls. The urgency of the situation weighed heavily upon them all. The Boss, still kneeling, exchanged a brief glance with Volgin, their shared realization of the imminent danger flickering between them.
Colonel Volgin and The Boss, carrying Ocelot on her back, hurriedly made their way through the collapsing room, their footsteps echoing against the chaos. Volgin's mind raced, trying to come up with a plan to salvage the situation. Abandon the Shagohod? Never. He couldn't let go of such a powerful weapon. He couldn't fathom leaving behind his prized Shagohod, the pinnacle of his power.
Meanwhile, Blizzard struggled to navigate the collapsing room, his exhausted body protesting with each step. His Dream Eater faithfully followed, providing support and urging him forward.
Blizzard: We have to find Snake. He must have found a way to escape this chaos.
The Dream Eater nodded, its eyes filled with concern. It followed Blizzard through the crumbling corridors, their senses heightened as the countdown continued.
The minutes ticked away, the room growing increasingly unstable. Blizzard and his Dream Eater pressed on.
Blizzard gasped for breath as he caught sight of Naked Snake and Eva on the motorcycle in the exterior area of the military outpost, relief flooding through him. He called out to them, his voice filled with urgency and exhaustion.
Blizzard: Snake! Eva! We made it!
Snake and Eva turned their attention towards Blizzard, their faces a mix of concern and relief. As they approached, however, their eyes widened in horror as they witnessed the collapsing military room exploding behind them. The roar of the explosion reverberated through the air, shattering the silence.
Blizzard's heart sank as he realized the gravity of the situation. He watched as the massive Shagohod emerged from the wreckage, its menacing form a stark reminder of the danger they were facing. Colonel Volgin's furious presence loomed within the monstrous machine.
Snake's eyes narrowed.
Naked Snake: We need to get out of here, now! Eva, hop on!
Eva quickly climbed onto the motorcycle, her movements fluid and. She looked at Blizzard, concern etched on her face. Blizzard, get on! We need to evacuate!
Blizzard, though exhausted and drained, nodded and managed to find the strength to mount the motorcycle behind Eva.
The motorcycle roared to life as Eva kicked it into gear, the engine's power reverberating through the air. The group accelerated, leaving behind a cloud of dust and debris. Blizzard and the Dream Eater and Snake held on tightly, feeling the wind rush past him. The Shagohod roared to life, its mechanical legs thumping heavily on the ground as it pursued them, Volgin's voice filled with fury echoing from within.
Colonel Volgin: You fool! You've ruined everything! (Volgin's words pierced through the air.)
Blizzard's heart sank at the realization that he was too exhausted to fight back. He felt a wave of despair wash over him, but he held on, knowing that their survival depended on their quick thinking and Eva's skilled driving.
Eva maneuvered the motorcycle with expertise, skillfully navigating through the treacherous terrain. The Dream Eater clung tightly to Blizzard's shoulder, its eyes filled with of concern. Blizzard, though fatigued, kept his gaze fixed on the road ahead, his mind racing with thoughts of escape.
Eva gritted her teeth as she accelerated, the wind whipping past them. The Shagohod thundered behind them, its monstrous form casting a shadow of impending doom. But with every twist and turn, Eva pushed the motorcycle to its limits, desperately trying to outmaneuver their relentless pursuer.
Blizzard's heart pounded in his chest as they raced against time. He fought against his exhaustion, willing his body to hold on just a little longer.
As Naked Snake desperately reached for Blizzard's Keyblade, 'Frostbite,' his hands grasped the weapon tightly. With a flick of his wrist, he tried to channel any latent magic within him, hoping to unleash its power against the Shagohod.
But as his attempts yielded no results, Naked Snake's frustration grew. He knew he lacked the necessary abilities to wield the Keyblade and cast magic. His last resort was to use it as a throwing weapon, hoping to at least inflict some damage on their pursuer.
With all his might, Naked Snake hurled the Keyblade towards the Shagohod, its icy edge slicing through the air. The Keyblade struck the machine, causing a small impact and leaving a trace of frost on its surface. While the damage was minimal, it momentarily slowed down the relentless pursuit.
However, to Naked Snake's surprise, the Keyblade 'Frostbite' dissolved into thin air and returned to Blizzard's hand. Exhausted and focused on their escape, Blizzard didn't immediately register that Naked Snake had touched his Keyblade.
Naked Snake is realizing that his attempts to wield it were in vain. He redirected his attention to maintaining their escape. However, as the Shagohod continued its relentless pursuit, Naked Snake's With the knowledge that he could physically handle Blizzard's Keyblades only for mere seconds before it could dissolve into particles of light, saw an opportunity to utilize them as weapons. He glanced at Blizzard, who was still lost in his own exhaustion, unaware of Snake's experimentation.
Taking a deep breath, Naked Snake swiftly reached for Blizzard's second Keyblade, 'Inferno.' He tightly grasped the weapon, feeling its weight and power in his hands. Without hesitation, he flung the Keyblade towards the approaching Shagohod, aiming to disrupt its advance.
The Dream Eater, sensing Snake's intention, watched with curiosity, its eyes gleaming with interest. It had seen Blizzard wield these Keyblades with skill and precision, and now it observed Naked Snake attempting to use them in his own way.
The Keyblade soared through the air, spinning and glinting under the sun's rays. It struck the Shagohod, its fiery edge leaving a scorching mark on the metal surface. The impact caused the machine to jolt and slow down momentarily, giving Eva a brief advantage in the escape.
As the adrenaline surged through Naked Snake's veins, he seized the opportunity to utilize Blizzard's Keyblades further. With each throw, he aimed for critical parts of the Shagohod, exploiting its weaknesses and buying them precious moments of respite.
With practiced precision, Naked Snake grabbed 'Frostbite,' and hurled it towards the Shagohod. The icy blade sliced through the air, colliding with the machine and causing frost to spread across its metallic surface. The freezing effect hindered the Shagohod's movements, slowing it down and providing a small advantage in their escape.
Not content with just one attempt, Naked Snake swiftly retrieved Blizzard's Keyblade 'Inferno.' He released the fiery blade, watching it soar through the air before striking the Shagohod with intense heat. The impact sent sparks flying and created a temporary burst of flames, further impeding the pursuing machine.
Blizzard, consumed by his exhaustion, remained unaware of Naked Snake's actions. As the Keyblades dissolved and reappeared back into his hands, he could feel a slight shift in their weight. However, the fog of weariness still clouded his senses, preventing him from realizing what was happening.
The Dream Eater observed Snake's repeated attempts, its curiosity growing with each throw. It marveled at the adaptability and resourcefulness of the human as he made use of Blizzard's Keyblades to fend off their relentless pursuer.
With each douzens of throws, the Keyblades cut through the air, finding their mark on the damaged parts of the Shagohod. The machine groaned and sputtered, its movements becoming sluggish and erratic. Naked Snake's calculated strikes weakened the hulking vehicle, rendering it unable to keep up with their escape.
Inside the Shagohod, Colonel Volgin's voice echoed with rage and frustration. His plans had been thwarted, and his prized weapon was now failing him. The sound of his scream reverberated through the metallic hull, a testament to his seething anger and defeat.
As their motorcycle raced forward, their escape seemed imminent. However, just as they thought they had left their pursuer behind, a sudden jolt brought their ride to a halt. Eva's motorcycle had run out of fuel, leaving them stranded in a tense moment of uncertainty.
As Colonel Volgin emerged from the crippled Shagohod, his eyes burned with an intense fury. He tore at his clothing, revealing a body charged with raw power, crackling with electricity. The air around him seemed to sizzle with his intense energy, creating an atmosphere of danger and impending doom.
Colonel Volgin: You dare destroy my masterpiece?! (His voice boomed, a mix of anger and sorrow.) This was my weapon, my legacy! And now, you will pay for robbing me of it!
His words were laced with bitterness and a desire for vengeance. He clenched his fists, electricity crackling around him, as if his fury itself was a force of nature.
Colonel Volgin: Feel the full extent of my power!
Colonel Volgin's fist crackled with electricity as he charged towards Blizzard and his companions. The imminent danger loomed over them, but before Volgin could strike, a sudden shift in the atmosphere caught everyone's attention. A mysterious black portal materialized out of thin air, drawing their gaze.
17:30 AM
Seven hooded figures emerged from the portal, followed by their leader, representing Organization 14th. Their arrival brought confusion and a brief pause to the impending attack. Volgin hesitated, momentarily diverted from his aggression.
Volgin, caught off guard by this sudden development, found himself ignored by the enigmatic organization. Frustration and confusion etched across his face as he realized that his immediate threat was being overlooked. Nevertheless, he couldn't resist the urge to resume his attack.
As Volgin's fists neared, the leader of Organization 14th raised a hand, signaling their intervention. A wave of dark energy surged from their palm, colliding with Volgin and sending him flying backward, incapacitated.
Blizzard stood there, his eyes wide with disbelief and confusion, as the leader of Organization 14th addressed him with accusations that struck him to the core. The leader of organization 14th words were filled with conviction, as if they were convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that Blizzard was responsible for unspeakable acts.
Leader: You, Blizzard, have fallen into madness (The leader stated, their voice laced with a mixture of authority and conviction.) Your descent into insanity has tainted your very being. We have received word of your plans to destroy the Locked Worlds and your alleged manipulation of Yen-Sid for your own agenda.
Blizzard's mind raced as he tried to process the accusations. How could they believe such things? He had no memory of any of these actions, and he certainly had no intention of brain washing Yen-Sid or bringing about the destruction of the hyper verse.
Blizzard: But... but that's not true (Blizzard managed to utter, his voice tinged with a mix of confusion and desperation.) I haven't done any of those things!
Blizzard's voice echoed with urgency and desperation as he pleaded with his companions. His eyes bore into theirs, filled with a of fear.
Blizzard: Run! You have to go! Complete the mission! (Blizzard shouted, his voice quivering with intensity.) If you stay here, they will kill you. They won't hesitate! You don't understand! This is bigger than me. It's about the fate of this world! (Blizzard exclaimed, his voice carrying a mix of desperation and conviction.) If they kill you, there's no hope left. You have to go!
Naked Snake and Eva exchanged glances, uncertainty and concern etched on their faces. They had come this far together, faced countless dangers side by side. But now, faced with the overwhelming presence of the black hooded figures, they knew they had to make a choice.
Naked Snake: But Blizzard, we can't just leave you behind (Naked Snake protested, his voice tinged with worry.)
Blizzard's expression hardened.
Blizzard: Listen to me, Snake! Eva! The stability of this world depends on you both completing the mission. I'll do everything I can to hold them off. But you need to go!
Eva nodded silently, her eyes reflecting the understanding of the gravity of the situation. Without uttering a word, she acknowledged Blizzard's plea and the weight of their mission. With one last glance back, Naked Snake and Eva turned and disappeared into the dense jungle, leaving Blizzard behind to face the wrath of Organization 14th.
Blizzard's voice resonated with a mix of frustration and desperation he raised his hands in a gesture of defense, his eyes pleading for understanding.
Blizzard: I haven't done any of what you're accusing me of! (Blizzard's voice trembled.) I have no intention of destroying the hyper verse or brain washing anyone!
His words hung in the air, but the members of Organization 14th remained unconvinced. Their eyes remained cold and filled with mistrust, their belief in Blizzard's guilt seemingly unshaken.
A deafening explosion rocked the air, followed by a shockwave that sent debris flying in all directions. The military outpost, engulfed in flames, collapsed upon itself, the force of the blast obliterating everything in its path.
Blizzard's eyes widened in horror as he realized what had just occurred. The devastation before him was not of his making, but a result of the bomb set by Naked Snake. The irony was crushing. He had tried to reason, to prevent this catastrophe, but now he was caught in the aftermath of a twisted misunderstanding.
The Leader of Organization 14th regarded Blizzard with a steely gaze, seemingly unmoved by his plea. A sinister smile curled upon his lips, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction.
Leader: Your words mean nothing to us (The Leader sneered.) Your actions have already spoken volumes. And now, witness the consequences of your supposed intentions.
Blizzard summoned and grasped his two Keyblades tightly, their weight familiar and comforting in his hands. He pressed his shoulder pad, desperately trying to summon his armor, but his energy reserves were completely depleted. His shoulder pad remained unresponsive, his attempt to activate the armor in vain. The exhaustion had taken its toll.
Blizzard: I... I can't...
A sense of despair washed over Blizzard as he realized that his Keyblade Armor remained dormant. He had depleted his energy reserves, pushing himself to the brink during the intense battle with The Boss. He knew he needed his armor now more than ever, but it seemed beyond his reach.
Member 5: So this is the mighty Keyblade Wielder. Destroy worlds and brainwash sorcerers, huh?
Member 2: Brainwashing Yen-Sid? Hah! He can't even muster the strength to defend himself.
Member 1: Is this really the formidable Blizzard? I expected more of a challenge.
Member 7: Don't seem so impressive now.
Blizzard's heart sank as their words pierced through him. He had fought countless battles, survived numerous locked worlds, but in this moment of vulnerability, he felt powerless. The exhaustion was overwhelming, rendering him unable to stand or even defend himself properly.
Struggling to his feet, Blizzard took a shaky step forward, his Keyblades wavering in his grasp. His legs gave way beneath him, and he collapsed once more, the weight of defeat crushing his spirit.
Leader: Futile. (The Leader of Organization 14th jeered.) You're already defeated. There's nowhere left to run.
Blizzard fumbled with his backpack, desperately searching for a glimmer of hope. His trembling hands pulled out a vial containing a Mana Potion, his last resort to replenish his energy. With a flick of his wrist, he uncorked the vial, hoping for a miraculous recovery.
But before he could bring it to his lips, the members of Organization 14th swiftly moved in, overpowering him. Their combined strength held him firmly in place, preventing any chance of escape. The Leader of the organization advanced, a calm and composed figure amidst the chaos.
Leader: Save your potions, Human. (The Leader spoke with an air of superiority.) Your efforts are in vain. The power you seek to regain is beyond your grasp now.
The Leader of the organization, calmly approached Blizzard. The weight of his accusation hung heavy in the air as he spoke, his voice dripping with disdain.
Leader: (The Leader declared.) You have caused enough harm within the hyper verse. We will not allow you to escape the consequences of your reckless actions that are ruining our plan to achieve Kingdom Hearts.
Blizzard's heart sank, realizing that his attempt to regain his energy was in vain. His hopes of turning the tide against Organization 14th were swiftly fading. The weight of guilt and misunderstanding pressed upon him.
Blizzard: I... I didn't... mean for any of this (Blizzard's voice quivered, his words tinged with regret.) I only sought to protect the worlds, you have to believe me!
The Leader's cold eyes bore into Blizzard, unmoved by his plea for understanding. To him, Blizzard was a threat that needed to be eradicated, a danger to the stability of the hyper verse.
Colonel Volgin, having woken up from the damage stood up, his sudden reappearance startled both Blizzard and the members of Organization 14th. His rage-filled eyes locked onto Blizzard, his desire for revenge palpable in the air. But the Leader of Organization 14th, remaining calm and composed, intervened.
Leader: There is no need for you to dirty your hands with this task (The Leader spoke with an air of authority.) Our members are more than capable of handling this menace. Annihilate him.
In a swift and devastating assault, the seven members of Organization 14th converged upon Volgin. His screams of agony filled the air as the onslaught continued. His efforts were futile against the overwhelming might of Organization 14th. Within moments, his form was disintegrated by a single, devastating attack, leaving nothing but ash in his wake.
The Leader, unaffected by the violence that had unfolded, turned their attention back to Blizzard, their gaze cold and unyielding. It was clear that they would not be deterred, nor would they show mercy to the one they believed to be responsible for the damage done to the hyper verse.
Blizzard, his voice filled with concern and desperation.
Blizzard: W-Where is Yen-Sid? (Blizzard's voice trembled with worry.) What have you done to him?
The Leader's expression remained stoic, betraying no hint of emotion. With an air of detachment, they responded.
Leader: Yen-Sid is no longer a factor in this equation. His presence in the hyper verse has been eliminated.
Blizzard's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. The thought of Yen-Sid, the wise friend who had guided him and trained with him, being gone was unfathomable. A mix of sorrow, anger, and confusion washed over him, leaving him speechless.
Leader: Blizzard, you stand accused of destabilizing the balance of the hyper verse and disrupting the very fabric of existence. Your actions have caused the destruction of numerous Locked Worlds, the awakening of a Keyblade Wielder under your influence only further solidifies our belief that you are a danger to the hyper verse.
The members of Organization 14th stood firm, their gazes fixed upon Blizzard, ready to fulfill their duty and erase him from existence.
The Dream Eater, filled with loyalty and concern, attempted to intervene. With a burst of courage, it leaped towards one of the members. But proved futile, as a swift kick sent the Dream Eater flying, leaving it sprawled on the ground, unable to protect its master.
The Leader continued, their voice unwavering.
Leader: Your attempts to manipulate others and alter the course of destiny will not go unpunished. We will make sure that justice is served.
Blizzard's inner turmoil intensified as he contemplated the consequences of utilizing the forbidden power of the Oath. The allure of unlimited strength and the potential to overcome his adversaries beckoned him. Yet, he couldn't ignore the weight of the sacrifice it entailed—his very existence, condemned to the desolate moon of Kingdom Hearts for all eternity.
The inner turmoil consumed Blizzard, his thoughts in disarray. Was this sacrificing worth it? Could he bear the eternal isolation and separation from the worlds he fought to protect? As he reached the brink of making his decision, the Dream Eater, filled with loyalty and love, screamed with all its might. Its voice carried a profound desperation.
Dream Eater: Stop, Blizzard! Don't do it! The price is too high. Your existence, your freedom, your future, their worth more than a fleeting moment of power. (The Dream Eater's voice rang out, its plea mixed with fear and concern.) I won't let you throw away everything for a momentary advantage! Please! Don't condemn yourself to eternal imprisonment!
Blizzard hesitated, his eyes locked with those of his loyal companion. The weight of the Dream Eater's words and the sincerity behind them shook him to his core. The true extent of the sacrifice he was about to make dawned upon him, and he questioned whether it was worth it.
The members of Organization 14th, their eyes fixed on the Dream Eater, sneered in disdain. They dismissed the creature's cries as futile, convinced that their judgment was inevitable and unstoppable.
Leader: Your pleas fall on deaf ears. Creature (The Leader of Organization 14th retorted, their voice filled with scorn.) Your attempts to save your master are futile. We will pass judgment upon him, and he will face the consequences of his actions.
The Dream Eater extended its paws, its fur glowing with a radiant light. With a burst of magic, a shimmering barrier of iridescent bubbles enveloped Blizzard, shielding him from the impending strike of the Leader's katana.
The Dream Eater's voice resounded with hope as it spoke to Blizzard.
Dream Eater: You must return to your home, Blizzard. Seek out your house, surely you will be safe there. Trust in your own power!
Blizzard's eyes widened with a mix of confusion and desperation as he floated above the ground, his body encased within the bubble barrier. He reached out towards his Dream Eater, yearning for answers and guidance.
Blizzard: No! Wait! What do you mean?! (Blizzard cried out, his voice filled with urgency and confusion. He struggled against the barrier, wanting to remain grounded and fight alongside his loyal companion.)
But the Leader of Organization 14th, fueled by anger and frustration, advanced towards the Dream Eater. Their eyes blazed with fury, their voice dripping with disdain.
Leader: You dare interfere?! You will pay for your insolence, creature! Your attempts to protect him are in vain. He will face our judgment, whether you like it or not!
The Dream Eater stood its ground, undeterred by the Leader's threatening presence. Its gaze locked with the Leader. It would do everything in its power to protect Blizzard, even at the cost of its own safety.
As the Leader of Organization 14th unleashed a swift and devastating attack, their blade slashed through the Dream Eater, causing a violent explosion of energy made of the Dream World. The Dream Eater's body dissipated into countless shimmering fragments.
Blizzard: NNNNOOOOOOOOO! (Blizzard's voice echoed through the air.)
A cry filled with anguish and despair. His eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he watched the remnants of his loyal companion dissipate into nothing.
And in that moment, a surge of energy propelled the barrier bubble upward into the vast expanse of the hyper verse. As he ascended, it was as if he was being transported elsewhere, away from the clutches of Organization 14th and the turmoil of the Metallic World. His mind was consumed by shock, leaving him speechless and unable to form coherent thoughts.
His surroundings blurred as he soared through the celestial abyss, the weight of the recent events pressing upon him. In this disorienting moment, all Blizzard could do was surrender to the overwhelming shock that engulfed him, his voice silenced and his mind adrift in a sea of confusion and agony.
End of Season 3.
To be continued in the Final Season.