With an earth-shattering impact, Blizzard, John, and the Dream Eater crashed into the Green Sea below. The force of their descent sent ripples across the vibrant emerald waters, creating a spectacle of chaos and violence. The sheer propulsion and speed with which they struck the surface resembled a plummeting brick, causing an explosion of water upon impact.
The excruciating pain abruptly jolted them back to consciousness, their minds clearing from the haze of agony. Gasping for air, they struggled to orient themselves in the tumultuous aftermath. As Keyblade wielders, their innate abilities allowed them to maintain their balance on the surface of the water, defying the pull of its depths.
Struggling to overcome the agonizing pain, they found themselves miraculously standing atop the surface of the Green Sea, their Keyblade Wielder abilities granting them the stability to remain above the water. However, their clothes and armor had been mercilessly shredded upon impact, leaving Blizzard and John completely naked.
Blizzard: (gritting his teeth) Ungh... This... this is... beyond brutal...
John: (wincing) I... can't believe... we survived... that fall...
Blizzard: (grumbling) Great...just great. It couldn't have happened at a worse time.
John: (awkwardly) I...I guess modesty isn't our top priority right now...
Dream Eater: (nervously) Um...guys, we should focus on getting back up...and finding a way to stop Jareth Vex.
John glanced at Blizzard, his usual spiky blue hair now dampened and matted against his head. The sight made him smirk amidst the dire situation.
John: (grinning) Well, Blizzard, I must say, you're really rocking the 'wet and wild' look today. It's a whole new side to you.
Blizzard, though in pain, managed a weak smile.
Dream Eater: (giggling) You both are so strange. We're in the middle of a life-or-death battle, and you're joking about fashion?
John: (chuckling) Hey, laughter is the best medicine, right? Besides, we can't let the seriousness of the situation dampen our spirits.
Gritting their teeth against the searing pain, Blizzard and John struggled to push themselves upright. Their muscles protested with every movement. With slow and deliberate steps, they managed to regain their footing, albeit unsteadily.
As Jareth Vex's massive hybrid form descended through the purple clouds, the trio could hear the deafening sound of his arrival, the air itself trembling with his weight. They turned their attention towards the source of the noise, their expressions filled with anger, despite their battered state.
Blizzard: (gritting his teeth) He just doesn't give up, does he? Well, we're not going down without a fight.
Dream Eater: (nervously) But how can we possibly defeat him? He's so powerful and resilient.
As Jareth Vex's colossal form crashed into the Green Ocean, causing a massive tidal wave, the trio braced themselves for the impending clash. The water churned and roiled around them as they stood their ground, ready to face their adversary head-on.
As Jareth Vex's towering hybrid form loomed over them, a mix of surprise and frustration flashed across his colossal yellow eyes. He couldn't fathom how Blizzard and his Dream Eater had survived the devastating blow that should have pulverized any ordinary beings.
Jareth Vex: (in a deep, rumbling voice) Impressive. You should be nothing more than a pile of mashed potatoes right now. No matter. I will ensure your demise personally.
Blizzard, with a hint of astonishment in his voice, exchanged a glance with John before responding.
Blizzard: I guess we're tougher than we look, or... could it be our Keyblades?
John: (grinning) Or maybe luck just happens to be on our side today.
Dream Eater chimed in, providing further insight into their resilience.
Dream Eater: The power of the Keyblade enhances physical and mental fortitude. It's like having a protective shield surrounding his wielder, guarding against the most devastating blows.
John: (grinning) In fact, we could probably survive a direct hit from a rocket launcher, thanks to the strength bestowed upon us by our Keyblades.
Jareth Vex's expression turned from surprise to frustration, realizing that his opponents possessed a resilience that he had not anticipated.
Jareth Vex: (growling) Arrogant fools! Your powers may grant you temporary respite, but they will not save you from my wrath!
As Jareth Vex's fury reached its peak, his colossal tentacles began thrashing in all directions, leaving Blizzard and John with no escape. The sheer force and size of the tentacles made it nearly impossible for them to dodge or evade the impending onslaught. Their muscles burned with exhaustion, and their bodies were pushed to their limits.
Blizzard: (gritting his teeth) John, this... this doesn't look good. We can't keep up with these tentacles. Our bodies won't hold much longer.
John: (struggling to catch his breath) I know, Blizzard. We're completely outmatched here. Our Keyblades... they're useless against his monstrous form.
The acidic splashes from the tentacles added another layer of torment, as the corrosive liquid sizzled and burned their clothing and flesh. Despair crept into their hearts as they felt the hopelessness of the situation.
Blizzard: (gritting his teeth) I... I can't take much more of this... My legs are burning!
John: (clenching his fists) It's... It's unbearable... I can barely stand, let alone fight back...
The Dream Eater, sensing their despair, let out a mournful cry, sharing in their helplessness.
Dream Eater: (whimpering) I... I can't protect you anymore. I'm sorry.
Blizzard: (desperation in his voice) No, Buddy, you've done enough.
Their faces twisted in pain, Blizzard and John looked at each other, their expressions filled with desperation and a flicker of realization. The weight of their situation began to sink in, and a sense of hopelessness washed over them.
Blizzard: (voice trembling) No... We've come so far... But it seems... it's all coming to an end...
John: (voice strained) We... We gave it our all... But it's not enough...
Their once bright eyes of the two Keyblade Wielders are now filled with despair. They felt the crushing weight of defeat settling upon them. The realization that their journey, their fight to restore balance to the Locked Worlds, might reach an untimely and tragic conclusion engulfed their thoughts.
As Blizzard, John and the Dream Eater collapsed onto the floor of the Green Ocean, their bodies aching and their spirits crushed, they could do nothing but lay there, their breaths shallow and their energy depleted. Pain radiated through every fiber of their being, and the weight of impending doom hung heavily in the air.
Unable to move or speak, they could only listen to Jareth Vex's triumphant laughter, echoing through the desolate landscape. His voice pierced their ears, a cruel reminder of their failure.
Jareth Vex: (mocking tone) Did you really think you could challenge the ultimate life form? How foolish of you to oppose me. You should have known better than to mess with the course of evolution!
His words dripped with satisfaction, relishing in their suffering. He continued, his voice filled with malice and arrogance.
Jareth Vex: Now, witness the power of the ultimate form! Once I've conquered this locked world, all the Locked Worlds will bend to my will. The darkness will be purged, and only those loyal to me, those who have embraced the hybrid form, will survive. It is the price to pay for peace, for survival.
The trio, lying helplessly on the floor, could only listen to Jareth Vex's chilling proclamation. The weight of his words settled upon them, a reminder of their impending defeat and the potential loss of all they held dear.
In that moment, as the waves gently lapped against the shore of the Green Ocean, hope seemed distant and their dreams of victory shattered. The journey they had embarked upon, the battles fought, and the sacrifices made now felt futile against the overwhelming might of Jareth Vex as he reveled in his moment of triumph, his voice boomed across the desolate landscape, filled with smug superiority.
Jareth Vex: You see, the era of the Keyblade Wielders is over. Your precious weapons are now useless against the might of my hybrid form. Even that comatose keyblade wielder under the care of the Cult for all these years is of no significance to me anymore.
He paused, savoring the despair etched upon their faces, before continuing with a wicked grin.
Jareth Vex: Now, let me decide the punishment befitting your defiance and futile resistance. It seems fitting that you should suffer, that you should writhe in agony before meeting your ultimate demise.
His words hung in the air, heavy with malice and sadistic pleasure. Blizzard, his Dream Eater, and John, their bodies broken and their spirits battered, could only gasp for air, their eyes filled with pain and desperation.
The trio knew that their fate rested solely in the hands of Jareth Vex, the merciless being who saw them as mere playthings in his grand scheme of evolution. Dread crept through their veins, the realization of the impending punishment about to be unleashed upon them.
Jareth Vex: For your insolence, I shall make you suffer a fate worse than death. Your bodies shall become vessels of eternal torment, trapped in eternal agony as a testament to the futility of resisting the next stage of evolution! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
As his voice echoed, the trio could feel the weight of his words pressing down upon them, Blizzard, his Dream Eater, and John exchanged pained glances, their hearts heavy with the knowledge that their fight had seemingly come to an end. In the face of unimaginable cruelty and the imminent loss of their lives, they grasped onto whatever strength they had left, hoping against hope for a miracle that would turn the tide in their favor, but to no avail.
As Jareth Vex's busted smaller tentacles out of one of his mountain sized tentacles, it ensnared Blizzard and his Dream Eater, lifting them off the Green Ocean surface, and constricting around them, Blizzard's agonized screams pierced the air. His desperate pleas for help echoed across the desolate landscape, reaching John's ears. John, lying on the floor of the Green Ocean, felt his heart sink as he watched his friend's torment unfold before him. His body was immobilized, unable to offer any assistance.
Blizzard: (screaming) John! Help me! Please... I can't... breathe...
John's eyes welled up with tears, a mixture of sorrow and frustration filling his being. He yearned to rush to Blizzard's aid, to free him from the clutches of Jareth Vex, but his body remained unresponsive, chained by the constraints of his own physical limitations.
John: (whispering, filled with anguish) Blizzard... I'm sorry... I wish... I could do something... Anything...
He strained against his own immobility, his mind racing with a flurry of memories and regrets. The weight of helplessness bore down upon him, a cruel reminder of his own vulnerability.
As the scene faded to white, the past engulfed John's consciousness, transporting him to a pivotal moment from his childhood. He found himself standing near the edge of the Locked World he was born in, gazing intently at the invisible barrier that separated his reality from the unknown beyond.
John, just 13 years old, felt a surge of curiosity and restlessness within him. The vast expanse of the sky stretching endlessly over the horizon left him with a sense of wonderment and longing. He would question the nature of his existence, pondering if his world was nothing more than a confined prison or if there was something more awaiting him beyond its borders.
Young John: (whispering to himself) Is this all there is? Is there something beyond this World? What lies in the realms unseen?
Unbeknownst to John, his mother, clad in military attire, approached from behind. She had been diligently fulfilling her duties as a member of the security forces tasked with safeguarding the inhabitants of their confined world. With a stern yet caring expression, she observed her son standing near the edge of the City, lost in contemplation.
John Mother: (softly) John... What are you doing here, my dear?
Startled, John turned to face his mother, a mix of curiosity and apprehension painted on his youthful features. He hesitated for a moment before gathering his thoughts.
Young John: (thoughtfully) Mom, I've been thinking... Is this world all there is? What lies beyond these boundaries? Is there more to life than what we can see?"
His mother's gaze softened as she listened to her son's questions. She walked closer, standing beside him near the edge of their confined world. The wind gently rustled their hair, carrying with it a sense of longing for the unknown.
Mother: (reflectively) John, this world may seem limited, but it's our home. We have a responsibility to protect and nurture it. As for what lies beyond, this world we live in is both real and a prison, in a way. It was created by 50 powerful very young warriors to protect us from the darkness that once threatened to consume everything. But beyond these boundaries, there are fragments of the shattered real world, remnants of what once was.
John's gaze shifted from his mother to the invisible barrier that enclosed their existence. He absorbed her words, contemplating the cost of their safety.
Young John: (Thoughtfully.) So, we live in this confined space, like a prison, shielded from the darkness... but at what cost? Are we truly free?
John Mother: (Placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.) Freedom is a complex concept, John. We may be confined within these boundaries, but this Population adapted to survive. But one day, which knows what lies beyond these horizons? We may find the answers we seek.
John's mother listened intently to his questions, recognizing the fear and uncertainty in his young eyes. She took a deep breath, understanding the weight of her next words.
Mother: (Gentle but serious.) John, I need you to listen to me carefully. One day, this Locked World will face a grave danger. The legends speak of a time when the protective barrier that surrounds us is going to weaken, allowing the Heartless to breach our defenses. When that time comes, we will need brave warriors to stand against the darkness once more.
Young John: (Confused.) But Mom, I'm just a kid. How can I protect anyone?
Mother: (Softly, yet resolute.) My dear, you may be young now, but there will come a time when you will grow into a strong and courageous individual. You have the potential within you to become a soldier of war, just like me. It won't be easy, and it won't be without fear, but remember that you are not alone. We are your family, and together, we will fight for justice and protect those who cannot protect themselves.
John's brows furrowed as he tried to comprehend the gravity of his mother's words. It was difficult for him to fully grasp the concept of being a soldier and the responsibility that came with it, his mind racing with thoughts of the looming danger and his own perceived inadequacy.
Young John: (Voice trembling.) But... I'm just a human. How can I make a difference against such monstrous creatures?
Mother: (Placing a hand on John's shoulder.) Being human does not diminish your worth or your potential, my son. It is our humanity that gives us the capacity for compassion, bravery, and the will to fight for what is right. You may not realize it now, but your strength lies in your heart and your unwavering spirit. Trust in yourself, and never forget that you are capable of making a difference, no matter how daunting the odds may seem.
John's gaze met his mother, a mixture of fear and determination evident in his eyes. He was still a child, with much to learn and experience, but his mother's words planted a seed of hope within him.
As the radio broadcast echoed through the room, conveying the urgent situation of the skyscraper fire and the trapped individuals, John's mother paused, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination. She turned to face her son, her voice carrying a sense of urgency.
Mother: (Serious.) John, there's an emergency. A skyscraper is engulfed in flames, and there are thousands of people trapped on the top floor. I have to go and help them. But before I leave, I need you to promise me something.
John's heart raced as he sensed the gravity of the situation. He looked into his mother's eyes, trying to gauge the weight of her words.
John: (Anxious.) What is it, Mom? What do you need me to promise?
Mother: (Serious.) I want you to promise me that you will do everything in your power to keep your friends and loved ones safe. You have a strong heart and a spirit filled with courage. I know it's a heavy responsibility, but I believe in you. Be the one who gives it your all so others don't have to.
John's brows furrowed in contemplation. The weight of such a promise felt heavy on his young shoulders. Doubts crept into his mind, and he questioned his own abilities and strength.
John: (Hesitant.) But, Mom... What if I'm not strong enough? What if I can't protect them? I'm just a kid.
Mother: John, true strength is not just about physical power. Your most powerful strength lies within your heart and the decisions you make. It's about the choices to do whatever it takes to safeguard others. I know it won't be easy, and you may face challenges and doubt, but I believe in you.
John's eyes welled up with a mixture of fear and courage. He took a deep breath, realizing that his mother's faith in him was unwavering.
John: Okay, Mom. I promise. I will do everything I can to protect those I care about. I won't let anyone suffer if I can help it.
Mother: (smiling softly) That's my brave boy. Remember, you're never alone in this journey. You have the strength within you, and you can always rely on your friends and loved ones for support. Now, I must go and fulfill my duty. Take care, John, and remember our promise.
As his mother hurriedly left the room, John stood there, his young heart filled with a mix of determination and uncertainty. He knew that fulfilling this promise would require sacrifices and facing his own fears, but he was willing to embrace the challenge. With his mother's words echoing in his mind, he vowed to uphold their promise and protect those in need, no matter the cost.
As John walked through the bustling streets of the Locked World's city in the next few hours, his mind was still filled with the weight of his promise to his mother. The chaotic sounds of the cityscape surrounded him—car horns, people chattering, and the distant hum of machinery. But amidst the noise, there was a growing unease within him.
John's footsteps quickened as he approached the familiar path leading to his home. The vibrant lights of the cityscape illuminated the night sky, casting a sense of tranquility upon the busy streets. However, as he turned a corner, his heart sank at the sight that awaited him.
In the distance, he saw the towering skyscraper that his mother had mentioned earlier, consumed by raging flames. The inferno licked the night sky, painting an ominous glow against the darkness. Panic and fear gripped John's chest, knowing that his mother could be inside, risking her life to save others.
Without hesitation, John's instincts kicked in, urging him to run toward the disaster. As he got closer, his eyes widened in horror. The once proud skyscraper, now engulfed in flames, began to crumble and collapse, sending plumes of thick smoke billowing into the air.
John: (whispering with a sense of disbelief) No... No, this can't be happening.
He stood there, frozen in shock, as debris fell to the ground and a thick cloud of smoke expanded rapidly. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut—his mother could be trapped within the wreckage.
John's mind raced, torn between panic and determination. His promise echoed in his ears, fueling his resolve. With a surge of adrenaline, he pushed through the crowd, his eyes scanning the chaotic scene for any sign of his mother.
(Two Hours later.)
On the TV screen, the news anchor's voice echoed throughout the room, broadcasting the latest update on the Skyscraper incident.
News Anchor: In a stunning act of heroism, a woman in military clothing risked her life to save every single person trapped inside the burning Skyscraper. Eyewitnesses describe her as a true guardian angel, selflessly leading people to safety until the very end. Unfortunately, she was unable to escape herself as the Skyscraper suddenly collapsed. Her bravery and sacrifice will forever be remembered in the hearts of this city's residents.
As the news anchor's words sank in, John's body trembled with a mix of emotions. The weight of his mother's sacrifice and the realization that she had saved everyone brought both comfort and an overwhelming sense of loss.
John collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he struggled to comprehend the enormity of what had transpired. The pain in his heart was immeasurable, a mixture of grief and gratitude for his mother's selfless act. He mourned the loss of the one person who had always been there for him, who had taught him the importance of protecting others.
John: (whispering through choked sobs) Mom... You saved them all. B-But, why did you have to be so reckless? M-Mom... w-why?
As he cried, the weight of the world seemed to bear down on him. The knowledge that his mother's courage and sacrifice had touched the lives of so many offered some solace, but it couldn't fill the void left in his heart.
The scene shifted back to the present, to the Green Ocean where John lay motionless, his eyes fixed on Jareth Vex's relentless assault on Blizzard. The pain and despair emanating from his friend pushed John to his limits. In that moment, memories of his mother's words flooded his mind, and he found a glimmer of strength within him.
John: (barely breathing) I remember everything, the oath we made between us. In my teenagehood, I have forgotten this memory because of my trauma and went on with my life, b-but, instinctively remembering this promise made me awaken the Keyblade to save Blizzard from the Lunatic that day. I-I understand. I won't let this despair consume us. I won't let anyone else be taken away ever again. It's time to honor the promise we made, Mom.
John's gaze shifted between his Thunder Keyblade and Blizzard, who was enduring excruciating pain within Jareth Vex's relentless grip. He could feel the weight of the situation bearing down on him, but he knew he had to act. With a serious expression on his face, he held his Thunder Keyblade tightly, his mind filled with thoughts of the Oath his mother had entrusted him with.
John's eyes fixated on his Thunder Keyblade, a surge of determination flowing through his veins. He understood the gravity of his decision, the sacrifice he was about to make. With a heavy heart, he turned his gaze towards Blizzard, who was still trapped in Jareth Vex's relentless grip.
John: (whispering to himself) Blizzard... I won't let you suffer any longer. I won't let Jareth Vex claim your life. I... I...
His hand tightened around the hilt of his Keyblade, feeling the electricity coursing through it. In this critical moment, John knew that he had to use the strenght of the Promise within him.
John: Thunderbolt's Edge, my loyal weapon... I offer you my body, my soul, my mind, my consciousness, my memories... my entire being. Take it all, if it means saving those I hold dear. Hear my plea!
His voice carried a blend of desperation and unwavering resolve. The atmosphere crackled with energy as John began to chant the incantation, his voice resounding with an otherworldly intensity.
John: In the name of my Oath, I relinquish my very essence. Grant me the power to break the chains that bind my friend. With every fiber of my being, I offer myself as a vessel for your might. Kingdom Hearts bestows upon me your divine intervention!
As the incantation echoed through the air, a brilliant surge of light enveloped John, emanating from the Keyblade named Thunderbolt's Edge. The energy surged through his body, coursing through every inch of his being. The sacrifice he had willingly offered resonated with the depths of the Keyblade power, tapping into the very essence of the Oath.
Jareth Vex, his hybrid form battered and bewildered, stared at John with a mixture of anger and disbelief. The power emanating from John was an affront to everything he believed in-the supposed superiority of his own evolutionary form.
Jareth Vex: (gritting his teeth) How... how are you still standing? You're just a mere human! This... this is impossible!
His eyes burned with fury as he clenched his colossal fists, the ground trembling beneath his immense form. His tentacles writhed with anticipation, ready to strike down the defiant John once and for all.
Jareth Vex: You will not defy me! You will not surpass the pinnacle of evolution that I have achieved! Prepare to meet your ultimate demise, insignificant human!
With a thunderous roar, Jareth Vex unleashed his mountaintop-sized tentacles, propelling them towards John with devastating force. The scene froze in a climactic moment, the impending clash of titanic power just milliseconds away.
John with his eyes and iris glowing completely white, his aura pulsating with huge amount of electricity, stood resolute, his expression unwavering as he faced the imminent threat that was half the size of the moon. He had embraced the power of the Oath. It's to be time to end this.
As the colossal tentacles of Jareth Vex descended upon John, ready to crush him into oblivion, a sudden surge of power coursed through his veins. In a breathtaking display of agility and lightning-fast movements, John launched himself into the air, his body spinning vertically at light speed. His Thunder Keyblade gleamed with electrifying energy, leaving trails of sparkling particles in its wake.
With incredible speed and precision, John unleashed a flurry of slashes, cutting through the huge tentacles that had ensnared Blizzard and the Dream Eater. The once-imposing appendages now parted like butter before the might of his Keyblade, unable to withstand his unwavering power.
Jareth Vex, stunned by the sight before him, could hardly comprehend what was happening. His ultimate form, his impenetrable defense, was being torn apart by this mere human, the sheer strength and speed of John's assault defied all logic. Anger and frustration welled up within him, fueling his determination to crush John and restore his dominance.
Jareth Vex: (roaring in rage) This... this cannot be! How dare you defy me? I am the pinnacle of evolution! I am invincible!
John: (with unwavering resolve) You underestimate the strength of the human spirit, Jareth Vex! We may be small, but the potential of our hearts knows no bounds!
As Jareth Vex gathered his colossal tentacles to strike at John, the soldier prepared himself for the onslaught. With unwavering determination.
John: Thunder Storm: Sixfold!
He unsheathed his Keyblade, the power of Thunder surging through its form. In a blur of motion, he dashed forward with incredible speed, leaving a trail of crackling energy in his wake.
John's movements were a masterful display of precision and agility, reminiscent of the ancient art of Iaijutsu. Like lightning ripping through the air, his Keyblade slashed through Jareth Vex's mountaign-sized tentacles in a rapid succession of six strikes, faster than the ultimate life form could react.
The air crackled with electricity as each strike found its mark, causing Jareth Vex to recoil in pain and astonishment. The power behind John's Thunder Surge: Sixfold attack was overwhelming, the combined force of his Keyblade and the Oath magic resonating within every lightning-infused strike.
The scene unfolded with a mesmerizing display of speed and precision as John seamlessly sheathed his Keyblade, the remnants of his lightning-infused strikes dissipating into the air. The immense tentacles of Jareth Vex shuddered and trembled, weakened by the onslaught.
Jareth Vex, now reeling from the unexpected assault, struggled to regain his composure. His once invincible form had been brought to its knees by the human he had underestimated. Hatred burned in his eyes, mixed with a newfound fear.
Jareth Vex: (growling with fury) You... you insignificant creature! How dare you defy me? I will show you the true meaning of power!
The battle had reached a pivotal point, where the clash between the ultimate life form and the indomitable spirit of John would determine the fate of the locked worlds. Sparks of energy crackled in the air as the two forces prepared for the next phase of their intense confrontation.
As Jareth Vex Hybrid Form screamed in frustration, his voice echoed through the air. His disbelief at the seemingly impossible feat of John slicing through his impenetrable tentacles was evident. In his rage, he gathered his power, charging the same purple gigantic beam that had previously threatened John and his companions.
John: (calmly) Jareth Vex, this fight is futile. Your power, your anger, it blinds you. I have already won because I have chosen a path beyond this endless cycle of destruction. There is no point in fighting anymore.
His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of truth. John's conviction radiated from him, his unwavering belief in a different way, a way that embraced freedom and harmony.
Jareth Vex, momentarily taken aback by John's words, hesitated. A flicker of doubt crossed his face, but it quickly turned into seething anger.
Jareth Vex: (roaring) You fool! You cannot escape your fate! I am the ultimate life form, the harbinger of evolution! You will be crushed beneath my power!
As Jareth Vex screamed in frustration, unable to comprehend how his seemingly invincible tentacles were effortlessly sliced through by John, he charged up another devastating attack. A massive purple beam of destructive energy formed within his hybrid form, crackling with immense power.
With a resounding boom, Jareth Vex unleashed the full force of his charged gigantic beam from his mouth, hurtling it towards John. But instead of dodging, John stood his ground, his eyes filled with unwavering calm.
As the mountain sized purple beam approached, John with a swift motion, raised his Keyblade, as the beam of energy was unleashed towards him, John channeled his own inner power. With a resounding impact, he slammed his Keyblade into the path of the destructive beam, redirecting its unstoppable force back towards Jareth Vex.
The collision caused a cataclysmic explosion, sending shockwaves rippling through the surrounding area. Jareth Vex's hybrid form was engulfed in the unleashed energy, his body wracked with pain and suffering.
Jareth Vex, in frustration, charged forward with all his might, his colossal tentacles regrowing and pouring acid, he aimed to crush John under his overwhelming power. But John, filled with a profound calmness, knew that he possessed a power beyond the physical. He would meet Jareth Vex head-on.
With a sigh, John prepared himself, his Thunder Keyblade pulsating with energy. Time seemed to slow as he unleashed his ultimate technique.
John: Judgement Storm: Godspeed.
His movements became a blur, his slashes so swift that they sliced through the fabric of reality itself, leaving trails of shimmering electricity in its wake. It was as if more than thousands of hundred versions of John were simultaneously attacking Jareth Vex's colossal form.
The scene unfolded in breathtaking spectacle as John's Keyblade streaked through the air, severing Jareth Vex's body into thousands of a hundred of pieces. The impact reverberated through the Green Ocean.
Jareth Vex howled in frustration, his body about to be disintegrating into countless shards. The ocean floor will be littered with the remnants of his once-mighty form. Yet, the full impact of John's attack hasn't been immediate; it would manifest only when he spoke the final words.
As John calmly rested his Keyblade on the Green Ocean floor, with a sense of finality.
John: (softly) It's over.
With those words, the delayed effect of his attack now affects. As Jareth Vex's colossal hybrid body shattered into thousands of a hundred of pieces, the impact on the Green Ocean was catastrophic. The fragmented remnants of his mountain-sized tentacles and colossal body parts crashed down violently, creating an enormous water splash that surged towards John, Blizzard, and the Dream Eater like a colossal tsunami.
The force of the impact was tremendous, engulfing them in a torrent of water. John and his companions were thrown about like rag dolls, tumbling through the churning waves. The sheer power of the water threatened to engulf them, dragging them deeper into its tumultuous embrace.
Gasping for breath and battling against the crushing pressure, John reached deep within himself. Drawing upon the resilience and tenacity he had cultivated through countless trials, he mustered his strength. With a surge of energy, he summoned a protective barrier of light around himself, Blizzard and the Dream Eater, shielding them from the full force of the raging waters.
As the immense water splash subsided, the ocean settled into a tempestuous calm. John, Blizzard, and the Dream Eater emerged from the aftermath, their bodies bruised and weary, but unbroken. The intensity of their ordeal etched deep lines of exhaustion on their faces, but their spirits remained unyielding.
As John coughed up blood, while falling on his knees, unable to feel them, his body weakened and the decay of his Keyblade became evident. The toll of pushing himself beyond his limits had taken its toll, and his once formidable weapon now withered before him, and melted off his hand. He staggered, his strength waning, as Blizzard and the Dream Eater rushed to his side.
Blizzard's voice trembled with concern as he called out to John.
Blizzard: John! Hang on, we'll find a way to help you!
John, his face pale and filled with pain, mustered a weak smile.
John: Don't... Worry about me (He managed to say between labored breaths.) I... I knew the risks... I'm... glad I could protect you both.
Blizzard's eyes welled up with tears, his voice breaking.
Blizzard: No!, John! We can't lose you! We won't let you die!
But before they could react, a chilling silence fell upon the scene. Something emerged from the shattered remains of the colossal Jareth Vex's hybrid form. Returned to his mid-transformation state, his eyes burned with fury as he blamed them for his defeat, his plans crumbling before him.
The thousand spiked tentacles from Jareth Vex back, pierced through the air with deadly precision, lancing towards John from all directions. Time seemed to slow as Blizzard watched in horror, his scream echoing through the desolate space. He reached out instinctively, desperate to protect his friend, but he was too far away.
The thousand spiked tentacles went through John, their merciless assault leaving him gasping for breath. Blood stained his naked body, trembling with agony, one thousand hole, leaving John bleeding heavily.
Blizzard: NO!
Jareth Vex sneered, his voice dripping with venom.
Jareth Vex: This is your fate. To witness the fall of your precious ally! A fitting punishment for defying evolution!
Blizzard was devastated and tried to heal his friend, but it was too late. John had sacrificed himself to save Blizzard and the Dream Eater against this seemingly invisible enemy.
Blizzard's grief and anger fused into an overwhelming surge of power, he felt a surge of energy within him, and his heart was filled with light. He closed his eyes and saw a vision of a second Keyblade, which he knew he could wield. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was now holding a second Keyblade, a fiery one in his other hand named 'Inferno' the flames dancing along its fiery edge. With a fierce determination burning in his eyes, he leaped towards Jareth Vex.
The two Keyblades whirled through the air with blinding speed, slashing and striking with relentless fury. Blizzard's movements were fluid and precise, his attacks fueled by his grief and the desire to avenge his fallen friend.
As 'Inferno' and 'Frostbite' clashed with Jareth Vex's mid-form, the air crackled with searing flames. The intense heat engulfed Jareth Vex, his agonized screams echoing through the desolate expanse. His once mighty presence was now reduced to a writhing mass of destruction, consumed by the very fire that symbolized Blizzard's wrath.
Blizzard's voice carried a mix of sadness and righteous fury.
Blizzard: You brought this upon yourself, Jareth Vex!
The infernal fire intensified, surrounding Jareth Vex in a swirling vortex of searing heat. He thrashed and wriggled, desperately trying to escape the inescapable grasp of the flames. But there was no escape from the righteous fury that Blizzard unleashed upon him.
Through gritted teeth, Blizzard continued his relentless assault, his voice cutting through the roaring flames.
Blizzard: Feel the pain you've caused! Your reign of terror ends now!
As the flames consumed Jareth Vex, his screams grew weaker, gradually being swallowed by the inferno. The once-almighty Jareth Vex crumbled, reduced to nothing more than ashes carried away by the wind.
In the aftermath, Blizzard stood amidst the fading flames, his breath heavy and his heart burdened by anger. The weight of his vengeance had been exacted, but the emptiness remained.
As John's life force waned, his voice trembled with weakened resolve. He turned his gaze towards Blizzard and the Dream Eater, his eyes filled with a mix of acceptance and sorrow.
John: I... I knew the risks (John managed to utter, his voice frail but filled with satisfaction.) When I joined you on this journey, I understood the dangers that awaited us. If Kingdom Hearts truly exists... you must find a way to reach it.
The Dream Eater walked close to John, its eyes filled with concern and sadness. It emitted a soft, mournful sound as if it understood the gravity of the situation.
John mustered a weak smile, his hand reaching out to touch Blizzard's trembling shoulder.
John: (sarcasm) Yeah, right. The damage is too severe, Blizzard. It's too late.
Blizzard: John, please hold on. I can heal you. I can save you.
John: Life's full of surprises, my friend. You just have to roll with the punches. Besides, I'll always be with you in spirit.
Blizzard's tears flowed freely, his voice choked with anguish.
Blizzard: No, John! This can't be happening! We can't lose you!
John: (sarcasm) You'll figure it out. You always do. And hey, who knows, maybe I'll see you again in Kingdom Hearts.
John's vision blurred as he struggled to keep his focus while losing gallons of blood, but amidst the haze, he saw a familiar figure standing before him. It was his Mother, dressed in her military attire, her gaze steady and unwavering.
John: Mother... (John whispered, his voice barely a breath.) Did I act correctly? Have I done my duty? Have I fulfilled our Promise?
His Mother's expression softened, a mix of pride and compassion in her eyes. She stepped closer, her voice gentle yet firm.
John Mother: John, my brave child (She spoke with a comforting tone.) You have surpassed all expectations. You faced darkness with unwavering resolve, and you fought to protect those in need, not a single life, was lost under your command. Your courage and sacrifice are a testament to your noble spirit.
With those final words, John's smile widened with a sense of pride before he gently collapsed onto the Green Ocean floor. His body finally succumbed to the wounds he had sustained. All that remained is the dead body of a formidable soldier that give it his all, so others don't have to.