John: Blizzard, I'm confused. The Priest seems to understand, but the knights have no idea what we're talking about. Did the previous generations not pass on their knowledge?
Dream Eater: I believe that may be the case. The world has been locked away for over a century, with no communication from the outside world. It's possible that the knowledge of the Keyblade War and Keyblade wielders was lost over time.
Blizzard: That's a good point. We should continue to search for any signs of other Keyblade wielders or sources of information about what happened 118 years ago.
Priest: I may be able to assist you in your search. Our kingdom has a library filled with ancient texts and records. Perhaps there may be something of use to you there.
John: That would be great. Thank you for your help, Priest.
Blizzard: Yes, thank you. Let's go to the library and see what we can find.
Blizzard and John, accompanied by the Priest and the knights, walked through the vast wheat field, their footsteps creating a rhythmic pattern against the golden backdrop. The gentle breeze rustled the wheat, as if whispering secrets from the past.
Blizzard turned to the Priest, his expression serious.
Blizzard: Excuse me, Father. Has Camelot been visited or attacked by any cloaked person in black belonging to the Organization 14th?
Priest: Hmm, Organization 14th? I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about.
Blizzard: They are a group of powerful Nobodies that has been causing havoc from what i understand, one of them even tried to kill us.
Priest: I see. Well, we haven't had any major incidents with Nobodies or Heartless in quite some time. However, there have been rumors of strange occurrences in the neighboring kingdom of Avalon.
Blizzard: Avalon? Do you know anything more about these rumors?
Priest: I'm afraid I don't, my child. I only heard whispers from some of the traveling merchants passing through. Perhaps you can find more information there.
Blizzard: Hmm, interesting. I would have thought that there would be some kind of artifact or powerful source of darkness here to attract the attention of the Organization 14th. Maybe they have other motives for being here, or maybe they just haven't found what they're looking for yet. We should stay vigilant and keep searching for any signs of their presence.
Dream Eater: (in a small voice) Perhaps we should hurry then. We can't let those Organization people cause any more trouble.
Blizzard: I need to keep trying, keep searching for any clues or leads. Maybe we'll find something in the next world we visit.
Dream Eater: Don't worry, Blizzard. We'll find a way to find the Keyblade Wielder. We've come too far to give up now.
John: Are you okay, Blizzard? You seem lost in thought.
Blizzard: Yes, I'm fine. Just thinking about our next steps. Let's keep moving.
John: (nodding in agreement) Let's keep moving.
John: Hey Blizzard, I was just wondering, do you ever have strange hallucinations or visions sometimes? When I first touched your Keyblade a week ago, I had some weird images flashing in my mind.
Blizzard: No, John. I'm not having any hallucinations. But my memory is still hazy. I remember bits and piece, but there are still many gaps in my memory. I can't remember how I ended up in that coma or how I got here. I don't even know who I was before I became a Keyblade wielder. It's frustrating, but I'll keep searching for answers. Maybe one day, something will trigger my memory, and everything will come flooding back.
The Priest speaks up.
Priest: Excuse me, pardon my intrusion, but did I hear you correctly? You are amnesic and yet you managed to fend off those Heartless?
Blizzard nods in response.
Blizzard: Yes. I woke up from a long slumber with no memories of my past, but I still have my strength and fighting abilities.
The Knights look at each other in disbelief, impressed by Blizzard's abilities. The leader of the Knights speaks up.
Sir Robert: It's quite remarkable for an amnesic to have such strength. I apologize for doubting your capabilities earlier.
John chimes in.
John: Blizzard may not remember his past, but he's proven himself to be a capable fighter.
The Priest nods.
Priest: I see. Well, it's good to know that there are still skilled fighters among us, even if they do not remember their past. Perhaps it is a sign of a greater destiny.
Blizzard looks at the Priest with interest.
Blizzard: What do you mean by that? Do you know something about my past?
The Priest shakes his head.
Priest: I cannot say for certain, but there are legends and prophecies that speak of a great hero who will rise to face the darkness and bring peace to the realm. Perhaps you are that hero.
Blizzard looks deep in thought, wondering if he could be the hero spoken of in the prophecy. He looks at John and his Dream Eater, willing to uncover the truth about his past.
The Priest cleared his throat and said.
Priest: I am but a humble proxy of His Majesty the King's knowledge. However, I can say that if there was any strange activity involving the Organization 14th in our Kingdom, His Majesty would certainly be aware of it. I suggest you seek an audience with the King himself to learn more about our Kingdom's history and any potential threats to it.
John: Hey, Blizzard, don't you think this Locked World might be easier than the last one we were in?
Blizzard: I wouldn't jump to conclusions so quickly, John. We don't know what we might encounter next. Remember, anything can happen in the Hyper Verse.
John: Right, right. I guess I'm just trying to be optimistic.
Blizzard: Optimism is good, but we must remain cautious.
As they approached the city, the Knights and the Priest explained to John and Blizzard that it was the Kingdom's capital city, and that the castle in the middle was the residence of the King. The Priest also mentioned that the King was a wise and just ruler who was respected by all of his subjects. However, he also warned them that the city was not entirely safe and that they should be careful.
The Knights added that the city was known to have a high concentration of Heartless and that they had been dispatched to patrol the area and keep the citizens safe. They suggested that John and Blizzard should be cautious and not draw too much attention to themselves.
John and Blizzard thanked the Knights and the Priest for their guidance and continued towards the city, making sure to keep their guard up as they entered.
As Blizzard and his companions reached the entrance of the majestic Camelot Castle, they were met by a line of stern guards clad in shining armor. The guards stood tall and resolute, their weapons at the ready.
City Guard: Halt! Who goes there? What manner of a creature is that with you? Is it a demon?
Blizzard: (Sigh) No, this is a Dream Eater. We are travelers seeking an audience with the King.
John: We also have important information to share.
City Guard: Hmm... I don't know about this. You could be spies or assassins for all I know.
Priest: Please, they mean no harm. They also come with a message for the King.
City Guard: Very well. But In order to enter the castle, we must confiscate your weapons for clearance purposes. Please hand over your strange Weapons before entering the city. It's the law.
Blizzard: Of course, we understand. Here, take our Keyblades.
John: Don't worry, we can handle ourselves without them.
City Guard: Alright, I'll let you through. But be warned, any trouble and you'll face the consequences.
Blizzard and John exchanged uncertain glances but decided to comply. They reached out, offering their Keyblades to the guard, who cautiously accepted them. However, as soon as the Keyblades made contact with the guard's hands, a strange phenomenon occurred.
Within a span of mere seconds, the Keyblades dissolved into particles of shimmering light, vanishing from the guard's grasp. Confusion filled the air as the guards stared at their empty hands, bewildered by the sudden disappearance.
Blizzard's eyes widened in astonishment, a mixture of awe and bewilderment on his face.
Blizzard: What just happened? Our Keyblades... they returned to us on their own!
John scratched his head, equally perplexed. I've never seen anything like this before.
The guards exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of how to proceed. The scene had left them dumbfounded, questioning the nature of these mysterious weapons.
City Guard: Hey, what's going on? How did those weapons just disappear?
Priest: These two are Keyblade Wielders. The weapons are connected to them and will appear when needed.
City Guard: Keyblade Wielders? I've never heard of such a thing.
Blizzard: It's true. We are here to protect this world from the Heartless and Nobodies. We were summoned here by the King.
City Guard: The King? I'll have to confirm this. Wait here.
(Several moments pass as the City Guard goes to confirm with the King.)
Priest: I apologize for the inconvenience. The people of this world are not familiar with Keyblade Wielders.
John: It's alright. We're used to it. We've encountered worlds that have never heard of us before.
Blizzard: Let's just hope they don't encounter any Heartless or Nobodies in the meantime.
(After a few more moments, the City Guard returns.)
City Guard: The King has confirmed that you are indeed Keyblade Wielders. You may enter the city.
(John and Blizzard nod and enter the city, with the Dream Eater following behind them.)
Blizzard: I am puzzled, John. How does a mere Priest hold such authority over these City Guards and have his own squad of Knights to escort him?
John: Yes, Blizzard. It seems odd to me as well. Perhaps he holds a high rank in the Kingdom's hierarchy?
Blizzard: It is possible. We should ask him about it when we have the chance.
John: Agreed. For now, we should focus on finding out more about this world and its inhabitants.
Priest: Yes, you are correct. I have been chosen as the next Sacred Pope of this Kingdom, and I have been entrusted with great authority to carry out the will of the King and the divine plan for our people.
John: Wow, that's impressive. So you're like the highest-ranking religious leader in this whole Kingdom?
Priest: Indeed, my child. It is a great honor and a heavy responsibility that I have been given. But it is my duty to serve the people and uphold the teachings of the divine.
Blizzard: I guess that makes sense. Perhaps you can help us in our quest to locate the comatose Keyblade wielder who slumber in this world?
Priest: Of course, I will do everything in my power to assist you. It is said that the Keyblade wielders are the guardians of the light, and their power is crucial in the fight against darkness.
John: That's right. We've encountered some powerful enemies in our travels, and we could use all the help we can get.
Priest: Then I shall do my best to aid you. But first, let us enter the castle and speak with the King. He will surely be interested in your tale.
Blizzard: I can see that the City Guards are fighting tirelessly against the Heartless, but it must be a losing battle. Without a Keyblade, they can only make them retreat temporarily. Any Heartless or Nobody defeated by mere weapons will just reappear after a short time. They need the help of Keyblade wielders like us to permanently eliminate the Heartless threat.
John: Yeah, and we need to find out what this Organization 14th thingy is up to. We can't let them cause any more trouble.
Priest: Indeed, we must work together to protect this world from the forces of darkness. I will do my best to assist you in any way I can.
As Blizzard and John followed the Priest, they couldn't help but admire the grandeur of the castle in front of them. The massive structure was adorned with intricate designs and appeared to be made of a polished stone. As they approached, they saw guards stationed all around the castle walls, armed with bows and arrows.
The Priest led them to the castle gate, where they were met by a group of knights. The knights were heavily armored, with shields and swords at their side.
Sir Percival: Welcome to Camelot Castle (Said the lead knight, bowing his head.) I am Sir Percival, head of the Knights of the Round Table. May I ask your business here?
The Priest stepped forward.
Priest: I have come to request an audience with the King," he said, his voice firm and authoritative.
Sir Percival studied them for a moment, then nodded.
Sir Percival: Very well. Follow me.
Blizzard and John followed the group of knights as they led them through the castle gates, and they entered a grand courtyard teeming with life. The air was filled with the sounds of clanging armor, the neighing of horses, and the bustling of servants going about their tasks. The castle walls stood tall, adorned with intricate carvings and adorned with colorful banners, proudly displaying the crest of Camelot. The castle was bustling with activity, servants scurrying about their duties and knights training in the yard. Following the group of knights along with the priest, they proceeded through a series of ornate hallways, their footsteps echoing against the polished marble floors. The walls were adorned with exquisite tapestries depicting heroic deeds and mythical creatures, while the flickering light from torches cast dancing shadows along the corridor.
Finally, they arrived at the doors of the throne room. The massive double doors stood tall and imposing, their surfaces gilded with gold accents. As the doors swung open, the opulence and magnificence of the room were revealed in all its glory.
The throne room was bathed in a warm, golden light, emanating from the elaborate chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The walls were adorned with intricate paintings, telling tales of valor and honor. The floor beneath their feet was made of polished marble, reflecting the grandeur of the room.
Seated atop a magnificent throne, crafted from a combination of steel and gold, was the King of Camelot. He wore an armor of shining gold, adorned with intricate engravings and gems. The King exuded an aura of authority and wisdom as he observed the proceedings with a discerning gaze.
Blizzard and John, accompanied by the priest, approached the throne with a mixture of awe and reverence. The air seemed to hold a sense of anticipation and expectation, as if the very walls of the room were aware of the significance of their presence.
As they approached, the King looked up, his eyes scanning the group.
King Arthur: What is the meaning of this? (He demanded, his voice echoing throughout the hall.)
The Priest stepped forward, bowing his head.
Priest: Your Highness, I come bearing news of great importance (He said, his voice unwavering.)
The King's eyes narrowed.
King Arthur: Speak. (He said, his voice cold.)
Blizzard and John stood back, watching as the Priest relayed the events of their journey, explaining about the Heartless, the Dream Eater and their Keyblades. The King listened intently, his face impassive.
When the Priest finished speaking, there was a long moment of silence. The King leaned forward in his throne, studying them with an intense gaze, and then leaned back, as if he was bored with the explanation itself.
Finally, he spoke.
King Arthur: You say you are Keyblade Wielders (He said, his voice low.) Prove it.
Blizzard and John looked at each other, then nodded. They raised their Keyblades, ready to demonstrate their power.
Blizzard and John held their own respective arm aloft, summoning the shimmering weapons into their hands. The Keyblades radiated with a pulsating light, the intricate designs on their blades gleaming in the white glow of the throne room.
As the display concluded, the King's expression remained unchanged. He sighed audibly and leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand.
King Arthur: Is that all? (He asked, his voice filled with a hint of weariness.)
Blizzard and John exchanged perplexed glances, taken aback by the King's lack of reaction. They had expected awe, astonishment, or at least some acknowledgment of their abilities. But the King seemed almost unimpressed, as if their demonstration was nothing more than a triviality.
King Arthur: Father Adrian, is this truly the Keyblade wielders we have been waiting for?
Father Adrian: Yes, Your Majesty. These are the ones foretold in the ancient texts, the youngest is one of the 50 comatose wielders who can bring an end to the Heartless and the Nobodies.
King: I see. Welcome, Keyblade wielders. I am King Arthur, ruler of this kingdom. I understand you have already met with Father Adrian and his escort.
John: Yeah, Your Majesty. We have come to offer our assistance in defeating the Heartless and the Nobodies.
Blizzard: We are also looking for answers. We have been told that this Locked World, and that it may hold the body of a Comatose Keyblade Wielder.
King Arthur: I see. Well, I welcome any assistance in dealing with these threats. As for your quest for answers, I may be able to provide some. But first, we must deal with the Heartless.
Father Adrian: Your Majesty, if I may, I have a suggestion. The Keyblade wielders have already proven their worth in battle. Perhaps they could lead our forces against the Heartless?
King Arthur: An interesting proposition, Father Adrian. Keyblade wielders, what that does that tell you? Will you lead our armies to victory against the Heartless and the Nobodies?
Blizzard hesitated for a moment, exchanging a wary glance with John. The Dream Eater's warning echoed in his mind, cautioning him against King Arthur's hidden intentions. However, with the fate of this world and their own mission at stake, Blizzard made a decision.
Blizzard: Yes, Your Majesty. We accept your proposition. We shall lead your armies against the Heartless and the Nobodies.
As Blizzard spoke, a sense of unease washed over him, and a sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. Something about this situation felt wrong, and he couldn't shake the ominous aura emanating from King Arthur.
King Arthur's lips curled into a subtle smirk as he slowly rose from his throne, towering over Blizzard and John. His golden sword, pulsating with a blinding light, was held firmly in his hand.
King Arthur: Excellent. Let us put your Keyblade to the test, shall we?
Blizzard's heart skipped a beat, and he exchanged a tense glance with John. The realization of their mistake hit them simultaneously, as if a dark cloud had descended upon their hopes.
Blizzard: Wait... Your Majesty, we didn't means-
But before Blizzard could finish his sentence, King Arthur's expression hardened, his eyes gleaming with a mix of anger and malice. With a swift motion, he swung his golden sword towards Blizzard, aiming for a devastating blow.
Blizzard barely had time to react as he leaped back, narrowly avoiding the powerful strike. The clash of metal echoed through the throne room, sending sparks flying into the air.
King Arthur: I will prove that the power of my artifacts surpasses that of your Keyblade!
John's eyes widened in disbelief as he witnessed King Arthur's attack on Blizzard. Panic surged through his veins, and he frantically looked around for any means to intervene.
John: What the hell? Is he trying to kill you, Blizzard?!
The Dream Eater growled, its fur bristling with anger and concern. It instinctively moved forward, ready to defend Blizzard, but suddenly, an invisible barrier enveloped both John and the Dream Eater, freezing them in place. They could only watch helplessly as the intense battle unfolded before them.
Blizzard takes a defensive stance, holding his Keyblade 'Frostbite' in front of him. He watches as King Arthur hold Excalibur, the golden sword radiating a bright light. Blizzard focuses, trying to sense the power of the weapon.
As Excalibur comes swinging towards him, Blizzard parries the blow with his Keyblade, the clash of metal ringing through the room. He can feel the weight and power behind the sword, but he also senses that there's something more to it.
Blizzard jumps back, creating some distance between him and King Arthur. He looks closely at the sword, trying to identify any potential weaknesses or flaws. He knows that he can't let his guard down, especially against someone as powerful as the King of Camelot.
With a quick flick of his wrist, Blizzard sends a burst of ice magic towards King Arthur. It's not a direct attack, but rather a distraction, giving him an opportunity to evaluate Excalibur further.
Blizzard gritted his teeth, his focus unwavering, despite the disbelief coursing through his veins. He parried each strike of King Arthur's golden sword, their blades clashing with a resounding force. His mind raced, searching for a way to break through the invisible barrier that held John and the Dream Eater captive.
King Arthur's laughter echoed through the throne room, taunting Blizzard.
King Arthur: Do you truly believe that your Keyblade is comparable to Excalibur? You are sorely mistaken, young one. Excalibur is the epitome of both righteousness and lethal power. You, on the other hand, are merely a child toying with a magical weapon.
Blizzard's grip on his Keyblade tightened as he pushed back against King Arthur's assault, his determination fueling his movements.
Blizzard: Excalibur or not, the Keyblade holds its own power. It is not to be underestimated!
King Arthur's eyes gleamed with an arrogant confidence as he smirked.
King Arthur: Ah, the naivety of youth. Your words hold no weight against the might of Excalibur. It has served me for ages, and it shall bring an end to your feeble resistance.
Blizzard's resolve grew stronger as he mustered his strength, hoping to find a moment of vulnerability in King Arthur's relentless attacks.
The clash of their blades echoed through the throne room once more, a testament to the intense struggle between the two. As the battle waged on, Blizzard keep refusing to back down in the face of King Arthur's mockery.
Blizzard: I don't want to hurt you, King Arthur. Lower your weapon! (Blizzard charges at King Arthur and attempts to knock Excalibur out of his hand. King Arthur parries the attack with his sword and counters with a thrust. Blizzard blocks with his Keyblade, but King Arthur's sword pierces through and grazes his arm.)
King Arthur: You're not as good as you think you are, Keyblade Wielder.
Blizzard: Stop this! I'm not here to fight you. I'm here to protect this worlds from the Heartless. (King Arthur scoffs and charges at Blizzard, swinging his sword with all his might. Blizzard dodges and weaves around the attacks, trying to find an opening to disarm King Arthur.)
Meanwhile, John and the Priest are watching the battle from a safe distance, horrified at the violence unfolding before them. The Knights are guarding the castle gates, ready to defend their king if necessary.
King Arthur's eyes narrowed as he noticed Blizzard's restraint, his voice laced with a sinister tone.
King Arthur: Ah, so the Keyblade wielder hesitates even against a mere human? How amusing! Are you afraid to unleash your full power, young one? Afraid that your strength may be too much for a simple mortal like myself?
Blizzard: I don't fight to prove my strength against humans, but to protect the innocent from the darkness. It is not in my nature to harm others needlessly!
King Arthur: Perhaps you fear the consequences of your full strength. Allow me to motivate you.
King Arthur's lips curled into a cruel smile as he pressed his sword against John's throat, the blade drawing a thin line of blood.
King Arthur: Prove it then, Keyblade wielder. Show me the extent of your power, or suffer the consequences. Your hesitation will cost your friend's life.
Blizzard's grip on his Keyblade tightened, his resolve hardening as he stared into King Arthur's eyes.
Blizzard: Fine. If it's a true battle, you desire, then you shall have it. You brought this upon yourself!
With a surge of anger, Blizzard unleashed the full might of his Keyblade. A brilliant light enveloped the room as he unleashed a flurry of devastating attacks, with both blinding glow of blue, and of yellow, They moved with unparalleled speed and precision, his movements fluid and calculated.
King Arthur's expression shifted from arrogance to surprise as he struggled to keep up with Blizzard's unleashed power.
King Arthur: Finally, I've been waiting for you to show your true power. But beware, I will not hold back either. And let me make this clear, no one is allowed to interfere.
As the battle intensified, the clash of steel reverberated through the throne room, a testament to the ferocity of their confrontation
Blizzard: You gave me no choice but to take you seriously, Arthur!
Blizzard charges towards King Arthur with his Keyblade, while King Arthur is wielding Excalibur and his shield, The two warriors clash their weapons together, sparks flying everywhere.
King Arthur: Impressive but not impressive enough!
(King Arthur swings his sword towards Blizzard, who blocks it with his shield. Blizzard then quickly counters with a swift strike from his Keyblade, causing King Arthur to step back.)
King Arthur: You're not the only one with powerful artifacts!
(King Arthur swings his sword again, and Blizzard blocks it with his Keyblade. The two continue to exchange blows, each one trying to gain the upper hand. The room shakes with the force of their strikes, and everyone watches in awe.)
Priest Adrian: This is incredible! I've never seen such power before!
John: Blizzard is amazing! He's holding his own against King Arthur!
The battle between Blizzard and King Arthur continues, with neither one gaining an advantage. The room is filled with tension as the two warriors clash, their weapons ringing out with each strike.
Blizzard braces himself for the incoming attack and charges towards King Arthur with his Keyblade held high. As they clash, a blinding explosion of light and energy erupts from their clash, sending shockwaves throughout the room. The Knights and the Priest watch in awe as the two powerful warriors clash with their respective weapons.
King Arthur unleashes his ultimate attack, sending out a massive wave of energy and light that engulfs the entire room. Blizzard stands his ground, his Keyblade held firmly in front of him as he braces himself for the impact. The explosion rages on, and for a moment it seems as though Blizzard might be overwhelmed.
But then something miraculous happens. A bright aura surrounds Blizzard's Keyblade, and he seems to gain strength from it. With a sudden burst of energy, he pushes back against the wave of light, slowly but surely gaining ground. King Arthur looks surprised, but he doesn't relent, pouring more and more energy into his attack, Blizzard did the same, the both of them slashed and parried, for the next two minutes.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the wave of light dissipates, leaving the two warriors standing at opposite ends of the room. Blizzard is panting heavily, his Keyblade held steady in front of him. King Arthur looks equally exhausted, his sword still glowing with a bright light.
The entire throne room was filled with the aftermath of their clash, the air crackling with residual energy. The Knights, the Priest, and the Dream Eater shielded their eyes from the blinding light, their vision temporarily impaired. They could only rely on their other senses to grasp the intensity of the battle that unfolded before them.
Blizzard stood with his Keyblade raised, his body trembling with exhaustion. The power emanating from his weapon was awe-inspiring, as if it held an otherworldly force within its gleaming form. King Arthur, on the other side of the room, looked equally fatigued, his golden armor scuffed and his sword glowing with fading radiance.
John, though temporarily blinded, strained to catch a glimpse of what transpired in the battle earlier, In the corner of his sight, he could barely make out the shadow of another Keyblade for a few seconds. His heart raced with anticipation, realizing the true extent of Blizzard's strength.
The Priest, regaining some of his vision, approached the two warriors cautiously, his voice trembling with awe.
For a few moments, there is silence in the room as everyone catches their breath. Then, slowly but surely, the Knights and the Priest begin to applaud. They have witnessed a truly epic battle, and they know that they have just seen history in the making.
The King nods his head in acknowledgement, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
King Arthur: Well done, Keyblade wielder (He says, his voice filled with admiration.) You have proven yourself to be a true warrior.
Blizzard gazed at him in defiance.
Blizzard: Thank you, Your Highness (He says while giving Arthur the death stare.) It was an honor to battle you, even if your method of testing others is terrible to say the least.
King Arthur nods again.
King Arthur: The honor was mine, he says. You have shown me that there is still much to learn about the power of the Keyblade.
Blizzard smiles, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction. He knows that he has just taken another step on his journey.
John: Hey, did you see that? For a few seconds, I could have sworn I saw Blizzard wielding another Keyblade.
Dream Eater: I noticed it too! It seems that Blizzard's memories are slowly returning to him. It's possible that he had another Keyblade before, but lost it alongside his memories.
John: That's amazing! If Blizzard can remember how to wield another Keyblade, it will make us much stronger against our enemies.
Blizzard: (overhearing the conversation) I'm not sure if I r-really had another Keyblade before. But if it's true, I'll try my best to remember h-how to use it.
Dream Eater: Don't worry, Blizzard. We'll help you regain your memories and unlock your full potential as a Keyblade wielder.
King Arthur looked at the weary group before him, their faces marked with exhaustion.
King Arthur: You have proven your mettle, Keyblade wielder. However, before I reveal the ancient secrets hidden beneath my castle, I believe you all require a moment to catch your breath. Rest and regain your strength, for what lies below is not to be taken lightly.
Blizzard, barely able to stand, nodded weakly, his body trembling with fatigue. He struggled to keep himself upright, feeling his muscles protesting the strain he had put them through.
Blizzard: Thank you, Your Majesty. W-We... we will rest momentarily.
As Blizzard collapsed violently to the ground, a wave of fatigue washed over him, his body feeling like it was aflame. He winced, his muscles protesting against the strain he had put them through. His Dream Eater approached him, concern in its eyes.
Dream Eater: Blizzard! You have pushed yourself beyond the limits of your mortal body. Your power surged, but the strain was immense. Your muscles have been pushed to their breaking point, and your bones are on the verge of shattering!
Blizzard grimaced, feeling the burning pain coursing through his entire being. He sank to the ground, his body trembling with each labored breath.
Dream Eater: You went beyond your limits. Your body is not yet ready to fully harness the power you exhibited. It's as if you tapped into a reservoir of strength that was not meant to be accessed yet.
Blizzard: I... I didn't realize... the cost of accessing that power. I... I felt as if I tapped into an older version of myself, with heightened abilities. But it seems I've paid a dear price.
Blizzard smirked, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the darkness that enveloped him, knowing that rest was crucial for his recovery. As he drifted into a much-needed slumber, the promise of discovery and the weight of his actions lingered in his mind.