As the dust settled, Blizzard struggled to regain his bearings. The Lunatic wasted no time, relentlessly pressing his advantage. Blizzard's instinct for self-preservation kicked in, and with a burst of determination, he summoned all his strength to jump high into the air, narrowly evading The Lunatic's next attack.
Blizzard brandished his Keyblades, 'Inferno' and 'Frostbite,' with a mix of despair and resolve. The blades shimmered with their respective elemental energies, representing the conflicting forces within him. The Lunatic, wielding his own dual Keyblades-one crackling with fiery light, the other pulsating with thunderous darkness- exuded a sinister aura.
As their fierce battle continued, Blizzard and The Lunatic clashed with an intensity that defied reason. Their Keyblades collided in a symphony of sparks, unleashing bursts of elemental energy with each strike. The sheer force behind their attacks was enough to rend the very fabric of the Keyblade Graveyard.
In a moment of miscalculation, their blades slashed through the gigantic rock pillar beneath their feet. The immense structure cracked and crumbled, tilting precariously before plummeting towards the ground. The ground trembled as debris scattered in all directions, creating a chaotic landscape around them.
Blizzard and The Lunatic, locked in combat, were caught in the midst of the collapsing pillar. They maneuvered swiftly, using their agility and Keyblade skills to navigate the falling rubble. The cacophony of destruction echoed around them, a grim reminder of the power they wielded and the consequences it wrought.
In a moment of intensity, Blizzard and The Lunatic unleashed a flurry of attacks, their Keyblades carving through the air. With a swift movement, Blizzard aimed a devastating strike at The Lunatic's side, but the enigmatic foe swiftly parried the blow, countering with a surge of thunderous darkness that sent Blizzard staggering back.
Summoning his inner strength, Blizzard retaliated with a powerful fire-based spell. Flames erupted from the tip of 'Inferno', engulfing The Lunatic momentarily. However, The Lunatic emerged unscathed, utilizing Barrier to shield himself from the onslaught. The Lunatic retaliated with a combination of lightning-infused strikes and dark energy blasts, forcing Blizzard to dodge and weave with all his might.
The battlefield became a tempest of clashing elements as the two combatants pushed themselves to the limit. Their powers intertwined, creating an explosive display of raw strength and magic. The air crackled with energy, echoing the intensity of their clash.
Blizzard's mind raced, contemplating whether to activate his Keyblade Armor. The thought of the Lunatic's hidden tricks weighed heavily on his decision. With each passing moment, the battle seemed to teeter on a knife's edge, and Blizzard was unsure of the Lunatic's true intentions. Then, his eyes widened as he saw an opportunity. Seizing the moment, he unleashed a powerful combination of strikes with his two Keyblades, 'Inferno', and 'Frostbite', landing a critical hit on The Lunatic. The force of the blow sent The Lunatic stumbling backward, his hooded cloak of white and black now bearing the marks of their intense battle.
The Lunatic chuckled in a sarcastic tone, his voice laced with amusement.
The Lunatic: Oh dear, it seems my precious hooded cloak, the very fabric that sealed half of my true strength, has been torn asunder. What a shame.
Blizzard's eyes narrowed, his focus shifting between The Lunatic's damaged cloak and the growing green aura. The aura intensified, swirling with a sinister energy. Above The Lunatic, a ghastly image of a green pumpkin-like smile and glowing eyes materialized, casting an eerie glow over the battlefield.
The Lunatic: But worry not, The removal of this limitation only heralds the unveiling of my true power. Behold!
The green aura surrounding The Lunatic expanded further, pulsating with an overwhelming energy. It seemed to consume everything in its path, creating an unsettling atmosphere.
The Lunatic's movement was a blur, his speed beyond comprehension. In an instant, he closed the distance between him and Blizzard, his figure appearing as mere streaks of white and black. With lightning-fast precision, The Lunatic unleashed a series of slashes, his dual Keyblades slicing through the air with deadly intent. The sheer velocity of his attacks created a whirlwind of motion, making it nearly impossible for Blizzard to react in time.
Blizzard's body was sent hurtling through the air, the force of the impact launching him hundreds of meters away. He tumbled uncontrollably, his form spiraling through the empty expanse of the Keyblade Graveyard. Fire, light, darkness, and electricity intertwined, assaulting his senses and ravaging his body. The pain was excruciating, coursing through every fiber of his being.
Despite the intensity of the attack, Blizzard's durability as a Keyblade Wielder made him survive. He fought to stay conscious, against the agony that threatened to consume him. His descent continued, each passing second bringing him closer to the unforgiving ground below.
As Blizzard's body hurtled towards the ground, his mind clouded with pain and despair. He knew that he had to make a choice, a desperate gamble to turn the tides in his favor. With a flick of his hand, he pressed the shoulder pad of his Keyblade Armor, activating its formidable power. The armor materialized around him, encasing his body in a protective shell.
The impact with the ground was bone-jarring, sending shockwaves of pain through his battered form. But the Keyblade Armor mitigated some of the damage, preserving his fragile existence. He crashed into the Keyblade Graveyard, the earth trembling beneath him.
He quickly assessed the situation, realizing that he had approximately nine minutes and fifty-five seconds remaining before his energy depleted. The enormity of the task weighed heavily upon him. How could he defeat The Lunatic within such a narrow timeframe? The odds seemed insurmountable, and a wave of despair threatened to engulf him.
But Blizzard clung to the flicker of hope that remained within him. The Lunatic had promised him the truth, the answers he sought. If he were to stand any chance of uncovering those truths, he would have to push himself beyond his limits.
Blizzard and The Lunatic engaged in a fierce battle, their movements, a blur of speed and precision. With the Keyblade Armor amplifying his abilities, Blizzard matched The Lunatic's lightning-fast attacks, countering blow for a blow.
They danced across the desolate wasteland of the Keyblade Graveyard, their clash of Keyblades sending sparks flying. They leaped from one rock pillar to another, defying gravity as they ran along the vertical surfaces. The air crackled with the release of powerful magic spells, each combatant unleashing their elemental forces upon the other.
Blizzard twisted and turned, his body adapting seamlessly to The Lunatic's speed. With every swing of his Keyblades, he sought to penetrate The Lunatic's defenses, aiming for any opportunity to strike a decisive blow. The Lunatic, equally skilled, retaliated with a flurry of attacks, each strike calculated and precise.
As they battled, the landscape itself became a weapon. They utilized the crumbling ruins and jagged rocks to their advantage, using them as platforms to launch aerial assaults and execute acrobatic maneuvers. Their footsteps echoed through the silent wasteland, the clash of their blades reverberating with a resounding intensity.
Blizzard's mind raced as he tried to anticipate The Lunatic's next move. He pushed himself to the limits, his body fueled by desperation. Every strike, every parry, brought him closer to the truth he sought. The Lunatic, hidden beneath the grinning façade of his iron helmet, proved to be a formidable adversary.
Minutes turned into seconds, the sands of time slipping away relentlessly. The Keyblade Armor that had provided Blizzard with a brief respite of power was now waning, its energy reserves depleting rapidly. The toll of the battle began to take its toll on both combatants, their breaths ragged and their movements growing sluggish.
With each passing moment, the intensity of the fight escalated. Sparks of magic illuminated the battlefield as Blizzard and The Lunatic pushed their abilities to the brink. The wasteland shook beneath their feet, as if trembling under the weight of their clash.
Blizzard seized an opportunity. With a final surge of energy, he launched a powerful strike at The Lunatic's knees, delivering a devastating blow. The Lunatic staggered, his green aura flickering and faltering.
A moment of silence filled the air as both combatants paused, their gazes locked. But as the seconds ticked away, Blizzard could feel his own stamina waning. The toll of the battle weighed heavily upon him, draining his strength with each passing breath. He knew that time was running out, that the battle would soon reach its conclusion.
With a burst of desperation and a final surge of energy, Blizzard launched himself towards The Lunatic. The clash of their Keyblades echoed through the Keyblade Graveyard, the culmination of their fierce struggle. In that moment, it was uncertain who would emerge victorious.
As the ten minutes came to an end, Blizzard's body gave way to exhaustion. His Keyblade Armor dissipated, leaving him vulnerable and drained. He collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath as his body trembled with fatigue. The battle had taken its toll on him, pushing him to his limits. The Lunatic, too, could no longer stand, his damaged knees rendering him immobile.
As the dust settled, Blizzard's weary eyes turned towards The Lunatic. The once formidable adversary now returned to his base form, the green aura fading away. The Lunatic's ghostly pumpkin-like-face smile and eyes reshifted to his iron helmet, and his expression beneath his helmet held a sense of satisfaction rather than frustration.
With a hint of sarcasm in his voice, The Lunatic addressed the unseen audience of drones watching the battle unfold.
The Lunatic: Well, well, ladies and gentlemen, it seems our little live stream has reached its end (He remarked, his tone laced with twisted amusement.) brought to you live from the Keyblade Graveyard! I hope you all enjoyed the show.
Blizzard, lying on the ground, listened to The Lunatic's words with a mix of exhaustion and confusion. The realization sank in that everything, including this intense battle, had been orchestrated for the sake of a twisted spectacle. The Lunatic had manipulated events to suit his own agenda, treating the fight as mere entertainment.
The Lunatic's voice continued to ring out, his words directed towards the drones.
The Lunatic: But fear not, my dear viewers, for this is not the end. Oh no, there are still more surprises in store. So, stay tuned for the next chapter of our grand tale.
Blizzard, exhausted and confused, struggled to comprehend The Lunatic's words. He mustered enough strength to speak, his voice laced with weariness.
Blizzard: What... What are you talking about? Live stream? Is this some kind of sick joke?
The Lunatic chuckled, a sinister sound that reverberated through the air.
The Lunatic: Oh, my dear Blizzard. Did you really think I would broadcast our battle to the worlds? No, no. That would expose our position to Organization 14th. This was merely a test, a test to see if you would succumb to anger and rash decisions.
Blizzard exhausted on the floor unable to move, and The Lunatic remained on his knees, their bodies weakened and battered from their intense battle. The acidic rain continued to pour down upon them, burning their skin and threatening to dissolve their bodies. It was a cruel irony that in the midst of the revelation of truth, they were both on the brink of annihilation.
The Lunatic's voice cut through the deluge.
The Lunatic: Ah, what a perfect setting for a revelation, don't you think, Blizzard? Here we are, drenched in the acidic rain of the Keyblade Graveyard, unable to move. A fitting backdrop for the truth to be unveiled.
Blizzard gritted his teeth, his voice laced with both exhaustion and defiance.
Blizzard: If you have something to say, then say It.
The Lunatic: Ah... What's the point of sharing the truth if we're about to be dissolved into nothingness by this acidic rain? Patience, boy. Let us wait for a moment until we can move to a safer location.
Blizzard glared at The Lunatic, his voice filled with equal parts anger and desperation.
Blizzard: You expect me to wait?! Tell me the truth now, or let the rain claim us both!
The Lunatic let out a low chuckle, his face hidden beneath the iron helmet.
The Lunatic: Oh, how delightful it is to see you so desperate, Blizzard. But I assure you, I have no intention of leaving the truth untold. Let us move to the Colosseum of the Keyblade Graveyard. There, I will reveal everything.
With a strained effort, The Lunatic mustered the strength to cast a powerful healing magic upon himself, relieving the immediate pain and restoring some of his energy. He stood up, albeit unsteady on his feet and approached Blizzard.
The Lunatic: You may think of this as a kidnapping, but I assure you, it's merely a means to ensure our survival. (The Lunatic remarked with a hint of sarcasm.) Hold on tight, princess. We're moving to a safer location.
Gently, The Lunatic hoisted Blizzard onto his back, his movements careful. Despite the exhaustion weighing heavily on him, he managed to navigate through the hazardous terrain of the Keyblade Graveyard, seeking refuge from the relentless acidic rain.
As they moved, Blizzard's mind swirled with a mix of emotions and thoughts. He despised the situation, being carried by the very person who had mocked him and tested him many times. Yet, he has recognized the necessity of their temporary alliance for survival and yearned for the truth at the same time.
Blizzard's mind swirled with confusion as The Lunatic carried him through the desolate landscape of the Keyblade Graveyard. The acidic rain continued to fall mercilessly, burning everything it touched except for the sheltered Colosseum where they were headed.
In a tone laced with madness, The Lunatic spoke as he walked.
The Lunatic: Oh, don't you worry. The truth will come, but not before He wakes up. It will be quite the revelation! I assure you.
Blizzard's brow furrowed in bewilderment.
Blizzard: He? Who are you talking about? What revelation are you referring to?
The Lunatic revealed no emotion as he peered down at Blizzard.
The Lunatic: Ah, my dear Blizzard, you always ask the most intriguing questions. All will become clear in due time.
Blizzard's eyes narrowed in frustration. He felt a surge of anger at The Lunatic's evasive responses, but he knew that any outburst could jeopardize the fragile alliance they currently had. He chose to withhold his further inquiries, for now.
Blizzard: Fine, keep your secrets. But remember, I demand the truth, no matter how painful it may be.
As they reached the entrance of the Colosseum, the large doors swung open, revealing an eerie silence within. The Lunatic stepped inside, his footsteps echoing in the empty space, still carrying Blizzard on his back.
Blizzard's confusion grew, his mind grappling with the cryptic words of The Lunatic. Who was this mysterious 'He' that The Lunatic spoke of?
With those words, The Lunatic left him on the floor to recover, stepped back, creating a space between them. The echoes of their footsteps reverberated through the colossal arena, as if the very structure itself anticipated the forthcoming confrontation.
As The Lunatic's eyes darted around the interior of the colosseum, searching for an unseen presence, his voice echoed with desperation.
The Lunatic: Asu! Asu! It's time to wake up! (The Lunatic's voice resonated with urgency, his gaze scanning the empty space as if expecting a response. But the only reply that came was the hollow echo of his own words.)
Blizzard's confusion grew, unable to comprehend the meaning behind The Lunatic's words. Who was Asu and why did The Lunatic expect them to awaken? But before he could question further, The Lunatic's search yielded no results, and the empty echoes of his voice were the only response.
Blizzard: What are you talking about? There is no one here!
The Lunatic turned towards Blizzard, his expression now a mix of joy and excitement.
The Lunatic: You... You won't believe it! This Blizzard... he's the same as you! Linked by a shared road, a path that stretches across time and space. Asu... Asu! Why won't you wake up?
The Lunatic's frantic search yielded no results, and a deep sense of frustration filled the air. He fell silent, his gaze fixed on some unseen specter.
A sudden change overcame The Lunatic, his demeanor shifting from frantic to silent contemplation. He stood still, his eyes scanning the surroundings, as if searching for something that remained out of sight. Then, a sharp pang of pain seemed to strike him, his hands instinctively reaching to grasp his head.
Minutes passed, the agony etched on The Lunatic's face. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, The Lunatic collapsed to the ground. Blizzard instinctively took a step back, his eyes fixed on the fallen figure before him.
An eerie aura enveloped The Lunatic, emanating the same shade of green as before but with a peculiar difference. It flickered with an energy that seemed distinct from what Blizzard had witnessed earlier. It held an air of familiarity, yet remained elusive in its true nature.
Blizzard's eyes widened in disbelief as he observed the subtle movement of The Lunatic's fingers on the cold floor. It was a sign that he was returning to consciousness, slowly but surely. The realization sent a shiver down Blizzard's spine, his curiosity piqued by the transformation he was witnessing.
In a deliberate, almost hypnotic manner, The Lunatic began to rise from his kneeling position. His movements were measured and controlled, devoid of the wild energy that had characterized him before. The once chaotic figure had been replaced by a sense of calmness and weariness that emanated from his every pore.
As The Lunatic's gaze met Blizzard's, the weight of their shared history seemed to hang heavy in the air. The words that escaped his lips held a tiredness that mirrored the scars etched upon his soul.
The Lunatic: Oh... it's you. (He uttered, his voice a mere whisper carried by the stillness of the Colosseum.)
Blizzard could sense a shift in The Lunatic's demeanor, a newfound weariness that had replaced the eccentricity and unpredictability he had come to associate with him. Something had changed within The Lunatic, and Blizzard couldn't help but wonder what events had transpired to bring about this transformation.
The Lunatic's weary gaze shifted around the Colosseum, as if taking in his surroundings for the first time. A tired sigh escaped his lips.
The Lunatic: I didn't expect to wake up in this Locked World. (He admitted, his voice heavy with exhaustion.)
Blizzard's confusion grew as he listened to The Lunatic's words.
Blizzard: What did you do to The Lunatic? Who are you? (He questioned, his voice tinged with a hint of urgency.)
The Lunatic turned his gaze towards Blizzard, his weary eyes meeting his.
The Lunatic: We know each other (He replied, his voice calm and devoid of any liveliness.) Our paths are intertwined, Blizzard. But there is a similarity between us that runs deeper... than you can imagine.
Blizzard felt a surge of unease as he sensed the overwhelming strength of the aura emanating from this transformed The Lunatic. It was as if the very essence of his being had intensified twofold. The weight of his words and presence bore down upon Blizzard, leaving him with a sense of unease.
The Lunatic: He finally fulfilled his role (The Lunatic uttered, his voice filled with a weary acceptance.) I have no need for this helmet and hooded cloak anymore.
Time seemed to slow down, the world around them fading into a haze as The Lunatic reached up to remove his hooded cloak of white and black. The anticipation in the air was palpable as the cloak slipped off his shoulders.
In that moment, as the cloak fell away, the truth began to unravel before Blizzard's eyes. The iron helmet that had concealed The Lunatic's identity was next. As it was lifted from his head, time seemed to come to a standstill.
Blizzard's breath caught in his throat as he beheld as the true identity of The Lunatic was revealed before him. The face that stared back at him belonged to an adult, The emerald brightness of his eyes pierced through the darkness, while his black hair framed a countenance devoid of any semblance of life. This was not The Lunatic anymore, but someone else entirely.
A profound silence enveloped the space between them as Blizzard and this newly unveiled figure locked eyes. Time seemed to stand still as they engaged in a wordless exchange, each trying to comprehend the weight of their connection.
Finally, breaking the silence, the true identity of The Lunatic spoke, his voice laced with weariness and resignation.
The Lunatic: Why do you look so surprised? (He asked in a cold tone, his words carrying a faint sense of familiarity that resonated deep within Blizzard's memory.)
As they continued to hold each other's gaze, fragments of memories flickered in the recesses of Blizzard's mind. The mention of the name 'Asu' by The Lunatic brought forth a surge of recognition, like a key unlocking a hidden door. Understanding slowly dawned on Blizzard, and he found his voice amidst the whirlwind of emotions.
Blizzard: I remember now. (Blizzard said, his voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and realization.)
Blizzard: You are... You are... Asukazen.
The revelation of his true identity marked a pivotal moment in their shared history, as the threads that barely connected them began to unravel. The Colosseum's silence deepened as Asukazen's face was unveiled, the weariness etched upon his features speaking volumes.
Asukazen extended his left arm, palm facing forward, as he redirected the pulsating green aura toward his open hand. The ethereal glow formed the familiar shape of a transparent pumpkin-like face, its glowing smile and eyes fixated on Blizzard. It became evident that throughout their encounters, Blizzard had been battling against the alter ego known as The Lunatic, not Asukazen himself.
Asukazen remained silent, observing the interaction without offering any interruption. The pumpkin-like face continued to taunt Blizzard, its voice dripping with contempt.
Alter Ego: Oh, dear Blizzard (It taunted.) You thought you were challenging Asukazen, but you were only scratching the surface. Did you not realize that you were fighting against a mere persona, a fragment of Asukazen's consciousness given life? You were so focused on me. You failed to see the truth.
Blizzard's mind reeled, struggling to comprehend the implications of this revelation. Split personality disorder? An imaginary persona given tangible form? The confusion and complexity overwhelmed him, leaving him questioning his own reality.
Silence enveloped the Colosseum as the pumpkin-like face continued its derisive monologue, taking pleasure in Blizzard's confusion. Asukazen, standing silently beside it, seemed unaffected by the taunting, his eyes filled with a mixture of weariness and understanding.
Alter Ego: You never fought against Asukazen (The transparent green pumpkin-like face continued, its mocking tone persisting.) You were merely battling a projection, a creation fueled by Asukazen's own power. How amusing it has been to play with you!
Asukazen stood beside the translucent face, his presence remaining silent and enigmatic. He observed the exchange with a somber expression, his gaze fixed on Blizzard. The weight of their shared history hung heavily in the air, but Asukazen offered no further explanation or clarification.
Blizzard's emotions churned within him, a maelstrom of frustration and disbelief. How could he have been so blind? How could he have fought against a mere persona?
Asukazen remained silent, his gaze fixed on Blizzard with a somber expression. The transparent green glowing face, still wearing its mocking smile, took a moment to relish in the moment before responding to Blizzard's question.
Alter Ego: Well, dear Blizzard, Asukazen has been awake for quite some time, or should I say, in control. It seems you've been oblivious to his presence all this time. You see (the alter ego continued, its tone dripping with sarcasm) Asukazen found it more convenient to let me handle the burdens of existence. He allowed me to do all the dirty work, for over three long years, I took on the burden of his battles, while he remained in a state of artificial coma. He never lifted a finger, never fought, never took responsibility for his actions. It was all me, the alter ego he created.
Finally, unable to contain his questions any longer, Blizzard turned to Asukazen, his expression heavy with solemnity.
Blizzard: How long have you been awake? (He asked, his voice laced with a hint of desperation.)
Asukazen, his voice calm and weary, began to speak.
Asukazen: I have been awake for fifteen years now. I had awaked from my coma long before you did, left to bear the weight of my own shattered existence. The Keyblade War, which shattered the very fabric of our universe, cast us all into these Locked Wor-
The green transparent glowing pumpkin smiling face, interjected with a mocking tone,
Alter Ego: Oh, Blizzard, do you finally understand? Under normal circumstances, Asukazen would have remained in that coma for all eternity, lost to the ravages of time. But somehow, he woke up. Can you guess how?
Blizzard's mind raced with possibilities as he tried to make sense of the situation. And then, it hit him. Asukazen had once possessed a Dream Eater, just like Blizzard did. The pieces were starting to come together, and the shock of realization washed over him.
Before Blizzard could voice his thoughts, the alter ego continued, tauntingly.
Alter Ego: Yes, that's right! Asukazen's Dream Eater, his companion, played its part in his awakening. How intriguing, isn't it?
Blizzard's eyes widened as Asukazen revealed his true motivation. The weight of their shared suffering hung heavily in the air. Asukazen's calmness only added to the gravity of his words.
Asukazen: I have suffered, you have suffered... like I once did. (Asukazen stated in a deadpan tone.) Now, you understand my motivation.
Frustration seeped into Blizzard's voice as he responded to Asukazen's calm statement.
Blizzard: I have suffered, and you have suffered as I once did? Is that supposed to justify everything?! I don't care about your motivations or what you've been through. I'm tired of all this bullshit!
The alter ego, in its green transparent form, mocked Blizzard in a sarcastic tone.
Alter Ego: Ah, yes. You sought revenge against Seargent Jameson, blaming him for your pain. How noble of you to turn him into an Heartless out of rage. But tell me, did punishing Seargent Jameson bring you joy? Did it bring you closer to the true source of your suffering? The one who caused the Keyblade War?
Blizzard: Say what you want, even if turning someone into an Heartless out of rage did seem unforgivable, it's already done.
Alter Ego: Oh, how brave of you to admit your mistakes! Such a noble and righteous warrior you are, turning your anger towards the wrong target and causing more suffering along the way.
Asukazen and Blizzard stared at each other in the Colosseum, their thoughts drifting to their respective desires and the implications of their wishes. Asukazen yearned for a world of freedom and strangeness, where the Dream World shaped reality itself. He believed that in such a chaotic existence, individuals would have the opportunity to make their dreams come true, regardless of whether those dreams were good or evil. It was a world where strength and willpower reigned supreme.
Blizzard, on the other hand, longed for a return to normalcy. He wanted to undo the shattered reality and erase the pain he had experienced. In his desire for a "normal" world, he wondered if it would be better to have his memories wiped clean, to forget the agony and the heartache, a possibility that would lead to the loss of a meaningful memory. He yearned for a reality where the darkness or the heartless had not destroyed what he held dear, unaware of the consequences it could bring.
Asukazen seemed unfazed by the perpetual cycle of pain and violence, driven solely by his personal vendetta against Organization 14th. To him, the fault lay with the organization and the darkness, not himself. He saw his actions as justified.
Deep in thought, Asukazen and Blizzard contemplated their desires, unaware of the complex web of consequences that would be unleashed if their wishes were granted. The weight of their decisions and the potential ramifications weighed heavily on their minds.
Alter Ego: (mocking tone) Well, well, well. Look at the two of you, lost in your thoughts, contemplating your desires. How touching. Have you reached a decision yet? Time is ticking, you know. If you truly want things to change, a declaration of war against Organization 14th is the most appropriate course of action.
Asukazen:...
Alter Ego: (impatiently) Oh, come on now, Asukazen. Don't tell me you're still lost in your thoughts. The time for pondering is over. Make a decision! We need to act swiftly if we want to make a difference.
Asukazen: (cold tone) Very well. Blizzard, there are two choices before you. One, you can join me in eliminating Organization 14th from the Hyper Verse. Together, we can bring them down and achieve our respective goals, I can promise to fill you in with all the questions you long yearned for. Two, you can walk away and continue your futile struggle on your own, the choice is yours.
Blizzard: (thinking to himself) Joining forces with Asukazen would mean trusting someone consumed by revenge, someone who may not have my best interests at heart. But going against Organization 14th alone seems impossible. Perhaps using each other is the best course of action, at least for now. Can we put aside our differences and work towards a common goal?
The thoughts churned in Blizzard's mind, weighing the risks and benefits of each choice. He knew that his decision could have far-reaching consequences.
Blizzard's mind was filled with conflicting emotions as he pondered his decision to join Asukazen on his personal vendetta. He couldn't deny the allure of seeking revenge and finally obtaining closure for the losses he had suffered. John, his Dream Eater, and Yen-Sid were all gone, leaving him with nothing but the bitter taste of emptiness. He wondered if there could have been another way. Could there have been a path that didn't involve using the darkness further or being consumed by vengeance? But deep down, he knew the answer. He had exhausted all other options, and this was the only course of action that was left.
Asukazen's eyes bore into Blizzard with a cold glare, disappointment evident in his gaze. Without saying a word, he turned away from Blizzard and walked towards the exit of the Colosseum. His steps were deliberate and calculated.
Blizzard hesitated for a moment, contemplating the consequences of his decision. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he made up his mind. He couldn't afford to let his own doubts hold him back any longer. If there was a chance to bring down Organization 14th and find redemption, he had to take it, even if it meant aligning himself with someone consumed by blind hatred.
Blizzard: Wait! I'll join you.
The green transparent glowing pumpkin-smiling-face let out a mocking chuckle.
Alter Ego: (sarcastically) Ah, finally, a major decision! How exciting!
Asukazen's footsteps came to a halt as Blizzard's words reached his ears. His cold gaze pierced through Blizzard, searching for any hint of deceit or wavering resolve. After a moment of silence, Asukazen spoke, his voice devoid of emotion but laced with a hint of curiosity.
Asukazen: So, you've made your decision. You're willing to stand by my side, even knowing that darkness lies within both of us.
Blizzard nodded, his voice steady but tinged with a sense of resignation.
Blizzard: We both went too far in our hatred. There's no turning back now. If we want to bring down Organization 14th, we have to do it together. I'm coming with you.
Asukazen's silence lingered, the weight of his decision palpable in the air. Finally, he broke his stillness and nodded in acknowledgment, his voice devoid of emotion.
Asukazen: Very well. We shall proceed as allies... for now.
The Alter Ego, with a twisted smile, observed the scene unfold. The joy in his voice was palpable as he watched Blizzard finally succumb to his own desires.
In the depths of the Keyblade Graveyard, an uncanny alliance was formed between Blizzard and Asukazen. However, beneath the surface of this alliance lay an undercurrent of mistrust. They both knew that their partnership was born out of necessity rather than genuine trust. Each harbored their own secrets and hidden agendas, wary of the other's motives. While they fought alongside each other, their eyes never fully met, their guard remaining steadfastly up.
As Blizzard contemplated the gravity of their situation, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease and doubt. Here they were, a teenager and an adult, wielding weapons shaped like keys, consumed by their desires, embarking on a reckless quest to declare war on a powerful Organization. All of this driven by their desire to avenge their respective Magical Creatures. It felt almost childish, an absurdity in the grand scheme of things.
But for Asukazen, this was deeply personal. He had been consumed by his own anger and sorrow, driven by his desire for revenge for far too long. His heart was filled with a coldness that seemed to override any rationality or perspective. Asukazen's seriousness about this final act of madness was undeniable, even if it appeared excessive to Blizzard.
Entering - Declaration of War arc.