As Blizzard entered the Circular Elevator, he could feel the weight of the impending war bearing down on him. The silence in the confined space was deafening, broken only by the sound of the elevator ascending. As the doors opened, revealing the Control Room high above the clouds, Blizzard's gaze met Asukazen's cold stare.
Asukazen, in his coldness, had expected Blizzard to back down, to shy away from the weight of this responsibility. But Blizzard couldn't run away. He couldn't ignore the burning feeling that consumed him. He couldn't break the promise he had made to his fallen Dream Eater, the companion who had urged him to believe in his own power.
This wasn't an anime, as Blizzard reminded himself. This was real life, a battle with dire consequences. He wasn't a free man. He was the man with a mission. He couldn't afford to run away, fearing the consequence of Organization 14th opening Kingdom Hearts.
The minutes ticked by, each passing second a reminder of the approaching moment when Blizzard would have to press the white button. The symbol of a Mindless Nobody. He silently contemplated his next move, aware that in just one hour and fifty minutes, he would have to press that button. He had lost so much already - John, Yen-Sid, and his beloved Dream Eater, all taken away by the darkness and Organization 14th. But Blizzard was resolved. He would not run away, not this time, even in the face of death, Blizzard couldn't ignore that strong feeling that fueled him.
Alter Ego: Oh, look at you, resisting the urge to press that button. How admirable! How patient! But let me ask you, how long will you hold out? Are you strong enough to resist the temptation? Are you truly capable of waiting for the intended time? (chuckles) It seems like a challenge impossible to overcome!
Blizzard: (ignoring the taunting) This is just another test, isn't it, Asukazen? I won't let your games distract me! I know what needs to be done.
Asukazen, still silent with his cold expression. Unbeknownst to Blizzard, Asukazen had no control over his alter ego's behavior, aka. (The Lunatic.)
As the countdown continued, each passing minute brought Blizzard closer to the moment of pressing the button. The tension in the Control Room was palpable, both Blizzard and Asukazen lost in their own thoughts.
With just one minute remaining, Asukazen's cold gaze locked onto Blizzard. He contemplated ending their alliance right then and there if Blizzard didn't take the initiative to press the button. Trust was a fragile thread between them, and Blizzard's actions held the power to either solidify or shatter it.
Meanwhile, Blizzard could feel the weight of his frustration pressing upon him, mustering the words he wanted to unleash upon Organization 14th. He wanted to let out his speech, wanting to make them feel the depth of his anger and the weight of their actions. He knew that this minute would determine the fate of countless lives and ignite the flames of war.
As the final seconds counted down, Blizzard's hand tightened into a fist, his titanium arm ready to strike. At the last moment, consumed by his inner anger and frustration, he smashed the white button with force. The Beacon Tower alarm blared, its red glow signaling the imminent activation.
The Beacon Tower's alarm blazed red, signaling the imminent activation of the imminent shockwave that would traverse the entirety of the Hyper Verse. The city below trembled in anticipation, the collective will of the gathered humans pulsating with a mixture of fear, anxiety, and a thirst for retribution.
The Beacon Tower hummed with power as the shockwave began to surge through the hyper verse. The green aura surrounding the microphone intensified. Blizzard's hand, gripped tightly around the microphone with his titanium arm, trembled with the weight of his emotions. In a voice laced with fury, he addressed Organization 14th directly, making them aware of his presence and the reason for the intrusion in their minds.
Blizzard: It's me, Blizzard, (He began, his voice seething with righteous indignation.) The Keyblade Wielder you tried to execute in the Metallic World. You, Organization 14th, are definitely to blame for the suffering in the Locked Worlds, for the darkness that plagues the hyper verse.
He paused, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air.
Blizzard: Let it be known that I never brainwashed Yen-Sid! I never intended to destroy the Hyper Verse as you wrongly believed. But you made a error, Leader of Organization 14th. You took away something precious from me. You made one fatal mistake-killing my Dream Eater before my very eyes!
Blizzard's voice trembled with suppressed rage, his words biting through the air.
Blizzard: Now, I stand before you, and I declare war! Humanity, united with me, will come to the Infinity Stronghold. We will claim Kingdom Hearts and put an end to your wishes!
The intensity in his voice grew as he declared his intentions.
Blizzard: Humanity and I will assault the Infinity Stronghold. We will claim Kingdom Hearts, stripping you, Organization 14th, of your nefarious goals. This is a declaration-an intergalactic war! And whatever defenses you may have, I will overcome them. The ones who will reach Kingdom Hearts will be us! Your dreams will be shattered, your symbol destroyed! (He declared vehemently, his words dripping with contempt and a burning desire to deny Organization 14th their wishes.)
In a fit of rage, he swung his titanium arm back and then forcefully hurled the microphone through the window of the Beacon Tower, shattering the glass. The device disappeared into the vast expanse beyond the clouds, lost to sight.
Asukazen observed the scene with his cold expression, but there was a faint glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. Deep down, he harbored the same desire to deliver a similar speech, even though the origins of his hatred and blame were different.
As the Circular Elevator descended, Blizzard's mind was consumed by the weight of the consequences of his declaration. He knew that this intergalactic war would bring immense challenges and sacrifices, not only for himself but for all those who had gathered to fight alongside him. The thought of battling in the vastness of space, against the powerful forces of Organization 14th, filled him with anger.
As the elevator neared the surface of the city beneath the clouds, the one million humans who had gathered around the Beacon Tower stared at Blizzard and Asukazen, their eyes filled with a mix of curiosity, anticipation and uncertainty. Among them, Black Beard spoke up in his drunken tone, his words slurred with disbelief.
Black Beard: So 'tis it, mate? Are ye serious? This war be takin' us t' space, eh? A pirate like me has ne'er battled in the depths o' the cosmos afore! (Black Beard exclaimed, his excitement evident in his voice.)
Asukazen stood in the midst of the city, his cold expression unwavering as he raised his hand. With a snap of his fingers, a wave of magic spread through the air, and thousands of Keyblade Space Shuttles, descended from above, landing gently on the ground. The sight was awe-inspiring, as if an army of celestial vessels had materialized before the eyes of the one million gathered.
The one million humans who had gathered stared in awe at the sight before them. They understood the significance of these vessels, the opportunity they presented to defy the confines of their world and venture into the depths of space. It was a chance to be part of something greater, to fight for a cause that resonated deep within their hearts.
Without hesitation, the people began making their way towards the Keyblade Space Shuttles, eager to claim their place in the war against Organization 14th. Their thirst for retribution was palpable, overpowering any thoughts of self-doubt or fear.
Asukazen stood, observing the crowd with his unwavering gaze. He did not care if not all of them would make it through the coming battles. His mind blindly consumed by thoughts of dismantling Organization 14th, even if it meant sacrificing others along the way.
Meanwhile, Black Beard found himself in a precarious situation. With only a few minutes to familiarize himself with the Keyblade Space Shuttle he had entered, he was tasked with the role of strategy commander. However, being a pirate, the concept of piloting a magical spacecraft was completely foreign to him. He felt both drunk and confused, unsure of how to navigate this new territory.
Asukazen's plan had come to fruition, his 13 years of preparation culminating in this moment, all for the sake of a selfish vendetta. The Keyblade Space Shuttles were now ready to carry at least one million humans into the depths of space, towards the Infinity Stronghold and their ultimate confrontation with Organization 14th. He stood at the threshold of his Keyblade Space Shuttle, his cold expression unwavering. He glanced back at Blizzard. Blizzard had a particular question. He wanted to know more about Asukazen. They were no trust between them, yet, Blizzard couldn't help himself with this strange feeling.
Blizzard: Asukazen, after all this time, I wanted to know, is all of this worth it? Is it worth risking everything, for hatred? For the sake of avenging our loved ones? What would they say if they were here?
In response, Asukazen's cold voice cut through the air, devoid of warmth or empathy.
Asukazen: Why should it matter? (He retorted.) They are gone. Their opinions hold no significance.
Blizzard felt a pang of disappointment and frustration, hoping to find a shred of compassion within Asukazen. But beneath the cold exterior, he sensed a faint hint of deception, though he couldn't be certain if it was merely his imagination playing tricks on him.
Realizing the futility of the argument, Blizzard decided to let it go. He understood that Asukazen's was blinded by his objective, and any semblance of goodness within him had long been overshadowed by his thirst for retribution.
Summoning his own Keyblade Space Shuttle, Blizzard entered the vessel with a heavy heart. The weight of his losses and the uncertainties of the war lay heavily upon him. As the door sealed shut behind him, he prepared himself for the daunting journey that awaited, knowing that the end is near.
Asukazen sat inside his Keyblade Space Shuttle, his expression cold. He activated the console panel in front of him, entering the intricate codes and calculations necessary to transmit the coordinates to every single Keyblade Space Shuttle in their fleet. The console hummed with energy as the message was sent, and across the fleet, screens and panels displayed the coordinates in a synchronized manner.
Coordinates:
X: 402870.59
Y: -796420.17
Z: 9523540.82
Gravitational Axis: 0.763
Temperature: -457.81°C
The precise numbers represented the exact location and conditions of the Locked World of "The World that never Was"within the vast expanse of the hyper space. Simultaneously, the same coordinates appeared on the console panels of every Keyblade Space Shuttle present, including Blizzard's. The synchronized display served as a collective call to action, a shared directive that united the fleet in their pursuit of Organization 14th.
Without a word, the rest of humanity that has gathered and Black Beard aboard their respective vessels adjusted their controls, aligning their trajectory and preparing for the journey ahead. The engines of the each and every single Keyblade Space Shuttles roared to life as they collectively set off, piercing through the cosmic expanse towards the final battle.
The camera transitions to a white meeting room, where fourteen towering thrones occupy the space. Seven figures, cloaked in black hoods, occupy seven of the thrones, their identities concealed. At the head of the room sits the Leader of Organization 14th, a formidable presence exuding authority and power. The air is heavy with tension as they discuss the recent turn of events.
Member 7: It seems we have encountered an unexpected setback. This Keyblade Wielder continues to elude us, and now he dares to challenge us openly.
Leader: This is an utter failure! How could we have let this happen? We underestimated the Keyblade Wielder's power and the support he garnered from humanity!
Member 2: (leaning forward, addressing the Leader) You should have known better, We should have eliminated him when we had the chance. Judging him with a speech instead of directly executing him was a grave mistake.
Member 1: (growing increasingly frustrated) Damn it! How did it come to this? We've worked for so long, sacrificing everything... And now, our chance to attain our hearts from Kingdom Hearts is slipping away?!
Member 1, consumed by frustration and anger, begins to lose control, his energy surging and causing his eyes to turn white. Unable to contain himself, rendered unable to speak but radiating an overwhelming aura of fury.
Leader: (voice filled with concern) Member 1, calm down! We cannot afford to lose composure now. We must remain united.
As Member 1's anger continued to escalate, he grew in size, towering over the other members in the white meeting room. The Leader of Organization 14th, realizing the dire consequences of his subordinate losing control, desperately shouted at him to regain composure.
Leader: (yelling) Member 1, calm yourself! We cannot afford such reckless behavior! Control it!
Member 1, his eyes ablaze with fury, momentarily halted as he heard the Leader's voice piercing through the chaotic storm within him. His eyes returned to their normal state, and he gradually reverted to his original size. The immense power he had held back for so long lingered just beneath the surface, a force that could shake the very foundations of the Infinity Stronghold.
Member 1: (chuckling darkly) You interrupted me just in time, Leader. My apologies for my loss of control. I have kept my true power restrained for far too long. You should know, none of our enemies ever forced upon my true form. Until now.
The realization dawned upon the others members that the strongest in their hierarchy possessed a true form, an embodiment of power comparable to the Leader of Organization 14th. He was more than just a Sentient Nobody, he stood as an equal to the Leader's potential.
Member 1: (reflecting on his existence) For over 71 years, I have withheld my full strength, never having the need to unleash my true form. If I were to transform here and now, the destructive force would tear apart the Infinity Stronghold.
Leader: If you desire to unleash your power so fiercely, then do so outside! We cannot risk the destruction of our base. But remember, the consequences of your actions will be your responsibility alone.
Member 1, realizing the truth in the Leader's words, understood that his unbridled fury could tear the stronghold apart. But he also knew that if he were to unleash his true form, he would need to direct his anger toward a specific target.
Member 1: (gritting his teeth) If I am to release this destructive power, it shall be focused on the Keyblade Wielder, Blizzard. He is the one who has pushed us to this point. I will make him pay for his insolence.
The Leader nodded, acknowledging Member 1's intent. He understood the gravity of the situation and the necessity of unleashing their full power against in this war, if they wished to open Kingdom Hearts in time.
Leader: (solemnly) So be it. If it is the Keyblade Wielder that fuels your rage, then go to your Confinement and prepare yourself. We shall face this Intergalactic War head-on, and show Blizzard the true might of Organization 14th.
As Member 1 flew down from his Tall White Throne and stormed out of the meeting room, the remaining six Members of Organization 14th exchanged concerned glances, understanding the implications of his outburst.
Member 4: (with a worried expression) This is not good. Member 1's anger is consuming him. We must be cautious.
Member 7: (nervously) I've never seen him lose control like this before. It's unsettling.
Member 2: (concerned) He's completely lost control. If he releases his true power, it could spell disaster for us all.
Member 5: (grimly) There's no telling what kind of devastation he could unleash upon us all.
Member 3: (nervously) We must ensure that our defenses hold strong. If the Infinity Stronghold remains secure, perhaps we can prevent him from resorting to such extreme measures.
Member 6: Agreed. We might be able to restrain his fury.
The Leader of Organization 14th stood at the head of the meeting room, his voice filled with conviction as he addressed the remaining members.
Leader: Our time is near. After all these years of progress, Kingdom Hearts will finally open its doors to us. With the artifacts we have gathered and converted into energy, our hearts will be reclaimed, and our ultimate goal will be achieved. The Intergalactic War may be upon us, but we will emerge victorious.
Member 2: (nodding) Our defenses are impenetrable. The Infinity Stronghold is fortified to withstand any assault. We have the advantage.
Leader: Precisely. The Keyblade Wielder, Blizzard, and the rest of humanity believe they can challenge us. They are mistaken. They do not stand a chance against our might and strategic prowess.
Member 4: What about this guy? His anger and power could be unpredictable. Should we be concerned?
Leader: (smirking) Member 1's power while formidably, remain under control. We have measures in place to prevent any unwarranted outbursts. Our focus now is on protecting the base and ensuring our victory. Failure is not an option.
The Leader of Organization 14th voice taking on a resolute tone as he spoke to himself, representing the collective will of the members as they watched.
Leader: Blizzard, you have declared war upon us, challenging the might of Organization 14th. Know this, your declaration will not go unanswered. We accept your challenge, and you will face judgment for your actions. It changes nothing, whether you like it or not.
A sinister smile crept across the Leader's face as he relished the prospect of facing Blizzard, the one who had defied their plans and evaded his judgement once. The Leader's confidence in his own power and the strength of Organization 14th remained unshaken. He paused, his expression filled scorn.
Leader: No magical creature will save you this time. You will not escape the consequences of your defiance. Our powers will crush you, and you will witness the futility of your resistance, the might of Organization 14th will prevail, and your existence will be erased.
With a firm declaration, the Leader of Organization 14th concluded the meeting, his confidence unwavering. He believed wholeheartedly in the strength of their defenses and the power they held. The notion of Blizzard and humanity breaching the Infinity Stronghold seemed inconceivable to him.
As the scene shifted, the vast expanse of the Hyper Space lay before them. The rest of humanity that has gathered and joined Blizzard and Asukazen were fueled by their desire for retribution and justice, accompanied by Black Beard, navigated the magical Keyblade Space Shuttles. The atmosphere inside the vessels was tense, each individual preparing themselves for the upcoming battle.
Blizzard's gaze fell upon his other arm, the one tainted by the growing corruption. The purple hue danced across his skin, and the veins of darkness snaked their way up his arm. The relentless advance of the corruption gnawed at his consciousness. He knew that time was running out, that the darkness within him was growing stronger with each passing moment.
Blizzard: (whispering to himself) The darkness... it consumes me. I can feel its relentless grip tightening around my very being. By the end of this day... I may no longer be myself.
The realization of his impending demise lingered in his thoughts, but he refused to let despair overcome him. Fueled by the lives that had been lost. If he was going to meet his end, he would face it head-on and take down Organization 14th with him.
Blizzard glanced ahead, observing Asukazen's Keyblade Space Shuttle leading the way. Though their alliance was strained, Blizzard knew they shared a common goal. He focused his attention on following Asukazen, keeping his distance but maintaining the necessary proximity for the impending battle.
In the midst of his thoughts, Black Beard, despite his drunken demeanor, had gained a semblance of control over the Keyblade Space Shuttle he is piloting. He activated the communication display, his words slurred yet somehow comprehensibly.
Black Beard: (slurring) Alright, you scallywags! Listen up! I'll be takin' charge of the main strategy in this here war against Organization 14th! They won't know what hit 'em! Just follow me lead, and we'll send 'em to Davy Jones' locker!
Blizzard felt a mix of embarrassment and frustration. He struggled to understand Black Beard's language, wishing he would communicate in a more straightforward manner. But he knew that Asukazen had chosen Black Beard for his war and strategy expertise, and he had to trust the decision.
Blizzard: (muttering to himself) How are we supposed to understand him? But I guess we don't have much choice. We'll have to make do.
As Blizzard piloted his Keyblade Space Shuttle through the vastness of the Hyper Verse, he couldn't help but feel a lingering curiosity about Asukazen. But his cold demeanor left Blizzard questioning.
Blizzard: (Blizzard thought to himself.) Why is he so guarded and distant? We both have experienced pain as he claims, but I am not like him. There must be a reason for his icy demeanor.
Blizzard couldn't deny feeling a sense of unease about the alliance he had formed with Asukazen. Despite their shared pain, they were fundamentally different. Blizzard still held onto his emotions, even if they were consumed by darkness. Asukazen, on the other hand, had intentionally forsaken his emotions, turning himself into an emotionless entity.
Asukazen's detached demeanor made Blizzard uneasy. He sensed that there was something beneath the surface. Blizzard couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to Asukazen than met the eye.
But for now, Blizzard remained unsure and hesitant to confront Asukazen about his true nature. The weight of their shared pain and the magnitude of their mission loomed over them, leaving little room for personal introspection. But right now, he couldn't afford to be distracted by his doubts and uncertainties. The road ahead was treacherous, and their enemy formidable. The answers to his questions would have to wait until the time was right.
As the Keyblade Space Shuttles advanced closer to the coordinates, the sight that greeted them was awe-inspiring and foreboding. They beheld the Planet of the Locked World, adorned with a massive symbol towering over its surface. It was a towering blue tower, its size rivaling that of the entire planet itself. The symbol resembled a clock, with a minute hand and an hour hand stretching out like colossal arms.
But their attention was quickly drawn to the World Symbol. Two gigantic Heartless, each half the size of the moon, loomed near the symbol. Their forms were black as pitch, adorned with countless mountain-sized tentacles that writhed and squirmed menacingly. The sight sent a chill down Blizzard's spine, reminiscent of his encounter with Jareth Vex and the horrors that was in the Crimson World.
Asukazen's voice crackled through the communication devices, his tone cold and matter-of-fact.
Asukazen: These. Are Super Darksides. (He announced. The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the formidable enemies that awaited them.)
The remaining of humanity, who had bravely joined Blizzard and Asukazen on their Intergalactic War, felt a wave of dread wash over them. The sight of these unimaginable creatures, their sheer size and overwhelming darkness, struck fear into their hearts. The magnitude of the task at hand became all too real, and doubt crept into their minds.
Amidst the tension, Black Beard's voice erupted through the communication device, laughing in his drunken pirate manner. The sound grated on their nerves, a stark contrast to the gravity of the situation. Black Beard, now assuming his role as the a commander, began to issue commands to the thousands of Keyblade Space Shuttles and the remaining human forces. His words, however, were veiled in his characteristic drunken pirate language, making it difficult for many to comprehend his instructions.
Black Beard: Avast, ye scurvy dogs! Listen up, me hearties! (Black Beard bellowed through the communication devices.) We be facin' two monstrous creatures, nigh-on bigger than a blasted moon! These foul beasts be covered in a thicket o' tentacles, each as massive as a mountaintop!
He continued to explain the enormity of the task at hand.
Black Beard: These devils will unleash a fury like nothin' ye ever seen! We need a distraction, me hearties! Our mission be t' damage those Super Darksides 'n breach a hole in the Infinity Stronghold Tower. That be where Blizzard 'n Asukazen shall make thar way inside!
His words carried a mix of caution and bravado, but the underlying danger was clear. The two Super Darksides posed a formidable threat, capable of swatting the thousands of Keyblade Space Shuttles aside like insignificant flies. The network of massive tentacles weaving around them added an additional layer of complexity and peril.
Everyone who was was aboard the Keyblade Space Shuttles listened intently, fear and anxiety warring within their hearts. They had joined this crusade out of a desperate thirst for retribution against the darkness that had plagued humanity existence for more than 120 years. While lacking themselves the strength of a Keyblade wielders, they were united in their willingness to fight back.
Understanding Black Beard's intentions, they steeled themselves for the task ahead. Each individual, driven by their own personal losses and the weight of a shared history, prepared to face the two colossal Super Darksides. The odds were stacked against them, and there was no room for complacency.
As the Keyblade Space Shuttles engaged the two Super Darksides in a relentless assault, the chaotic battle unfolded with intensity. The colossal creatures thrashed their mountain-sized tentacles in a tornado-like motion, wreaking havoc and causing destruction in their wake. The fleet of Keyblade Space Shuttles was met with a fierce resistance, with lasers and rockets failing to inflict any damage on the formidable adversaries. The casualties mounted, with 12% of the fleet lost within the first minute of the encounter.
Blizzard watched the tumultuous scene unfold before him, a mixture of awe and helplessness filling his heart. He understood that his role in this battle was different from the rest. He couldn't afford to be distracted by the ongoing skirmish; his focus needed to be on finding an opening, a moment of vulnerability that would allow him and Asukazen to breach the Infinity Stronghold.
Asukazen remained stoic and silent, his focus solely on entering the Infinity Stronghold. He seemed unfazed by the loss of life and the intensity of the battle. His cold demeanor only deepened Blizzard's sense of isolation and sadness. It was clear that Asukazen had no concern for the lives lost or the struggles faced by their fellow humans.
With each passing moment, the need for a breakthrough became increasingly urgent. Blizzard awaited the perfect timing, seeking the smallest opening that would allow him and Asukazen to penetrate the Infinity Stronghold. He bided his time, hoping that amidst the chaos, a moment of opportunity would present itself.
Black Beard: Avast, ye scurvy dogs! It be time! (Black Beard's voice crackled through the communication radio, his drunken pirate language unmistakable.)
The few hundred Keyblade Space Shuttles that had been following his lead had created enough distance from the relentless assault of the two Super Darksides. In perfect coordination, they launched a barrage of rockets, aiming for the bottom point of the massive blue tower that comprised the Symbol of this Locked World.
Explosions erupted in a spectacular display of fiery chaos as the rockets hit their mark, creating a breach. The symbol of the Locked World, a colossal representation, stood vulnerable, offering a potential entry point for Blizzard and Asukazen.
With the path cleared, Blizzard and Asukazen, their eyes fixed on the newly created breach, wasted no time. Their focus narrowed to a singular purpose, entering the Infinity Stronghold at all costs. They accelerated their Keyblade Space Shuttles, hurtling toward the opening with reckless abandon.
The scene intensified as Blizzard and Asukazen neared the lowest floor of the Infinity Stronghold. The momentum of their approach was fierce, the air crackling with tension and anticipation. The Keyblade Space Shuttles shuddered, their hulls straining against the pressure of their reckless velocity.
As the Keyblade Space Shuttles hurtled toward the lowest floor of the Infinity Stronghold, Asukazen and Blizzard made a split-second decision. With a synchronized motion, they unsummoned their Keyblade Space Shuttles simultaneously. The vessels disappeared in a flash of light, leaving them standing on the stained glass surface of the lowest floor.
The stained glass floor beneath their feet showcased a captivating mosaic, depicting scenes of a desolate city devoid of life. Asukazen's expression remained cold and unaffected, a glimmer of satisfaction hidden in his eyes. His master plan had come to fruition, and revenge was within reach.
Blizzard, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. His body bore the unmistakable signs of corruption. His skin had taken on a deep purple hue. Veins snaked across his skin like haunting reminders of his impending demise. Yet, he has clung to the memory of his Dream Eater's last words, the belief in his own power kept him alive for now. Every second was a battle against the encroaching darkness, knowing that a single moment of surrender would mean his instantaneous demise or worse, transforming into a powerful Heartless, capable of wreaking havoc in the Hyper Verse.
Seeking solace or reassurance from Asukazen, Blizzard looked upon him with hope, hoping to find some comfort in this grim situation. But as always, Asukazen remained cold and distant, his indifference serving as a stark reminder of the solitary path they both walked, but then, the transparent, green-glowing alter ego of Asukazen, resembling a pumpkin with a sardonic smile, floated near Asukazen.
Alter Ego: Well, well, well, look at you, Asukazen. Thirteen long years of hard work finally paying off. Are you happy now? Your revenge within reach, just as you intended. I must say. Surprising that you managed to resist transforming into a Heartless all this time. Dedication, isn't it?
Asukazen:...
Alter Ego: Oh, don't give me that silent treatment. I know you can hear me. But I suppose such concepts like irritation and annoyance are beyond your grasp now, aren't they?
Blizzard observed the interaction between Asukazen, and his alter ego, keeping his guard up, wary of any potential emotional backlash. He understood that a moment of vulnerability could spell his doom. But the alter ego's focus remained solely on Asukazen, disregarding Blizzard's presence. It spoke in a mocking tone, reveling in the irony of Asukazen's accomplishments and the sacrifices he had made.
As Blizzard and Asukazen prepared to explore the Infinity Stronghold, Blizzard's Keyblade 'Frostbite' suddenly began to glow red. Startled by this unusual occurrence, Blizzard was taken aback, while Asukazen, maintaining his cold expression, stopped to observe Blizzard's reaction.
A feeling stirred in Blizzard's heart, suggesting a connection between the red glow and the Keyblade Space Shuttle's crash within the Infinity Stronghold. With a sense of curiosity and anticipation, Blizzard resummoned his Keyblade Space Shuttle and entered the storage room. There, he discovered the source of the red glow: the two red crystal fragments he had retrieved during his previous adventure in the Technological City, alongside his Dream Eater and John. He realized that he had forgotten about them until now, never revealing them to Yen-Sid or utilizing them himself.
As Blizzard pondered the significance of the crystals, he remembered their historical context as artifacts of war, originally used during the Keyblade War 119 years ago. Intrigued by the fact that both crystals were glowing red simultaneously, Blizzard speculated that they might hold some future purpose. He decided to take the crystals and show them to Asukazen, even though he expected the cold and indifferent Keyblade Master to show little interest.
Asukazen: (cold tone, devoid of emotions) I fail to see how these trinkets could be of any use to us in my quest against Organization 14th. Your fascination with this relic is irrelevant to me.
Blizzard: (holding the two crystal fragment) You may not be interested in what you perceive as 'toys,' but these crystal fragments hold significance. They are remnants of the Keyblade War, ancient artifacts with untapped power.
Asukazen: (Coldly) I care not for your theories and uncertainties. I am driven by one purpose, and that is to eliminate Organization 14th. Yet, you believe these old crystals can aid us.
Blizzard: I don't have all the answers, but these crystals could possess power or abilities we have yet to discover. They might be dangerous, or they might be a key to our success. We won't know until we try. And if they hold even the slightest chance of aiding us against our common enemy, we should seize that opportunity.
Blizzard presented the crystals to Asukazen, explaining their origin and the recent red glow. Asukazen, with his usual aloofness, reached out and grasped one of the fragments from Blizzard's hand. To their surprise, the crystal fragment in Asukazen's palm immediately shifted from red to green, influenced by his own aura. Blizzard stared at his Keyblade 'Frostbite,' a mixture of confusion and curiosity evident in his eyes, but now, the time was for the final confrontation with Organization 14th.
To be continued in the Final arc.
Entering - Infinity Stronghold arc.