Asukazen, still harboring his deep-seated revenge and hatred, dismisses the green crystal as useless, placing it in his pocket without giving it further consideration. His focus remains fixed on eliminating Organization 14th and reaching Kingdom Hearts to reset reality, his indifference to the suffering and casualties of the ongoing battle evident.
Meanwhile, Blizzard gazes at the breach through which they entered the Infinity Stronghold, taking in the chaotic scene outside. Thousands of Keyblade Space Shuttles engage in a fierce fight against the massive Super Darksides, monstrous creatures that dwarfed the moon in size. The tentacles of these colossal beings strike down fleet after fleet, resulting in the loss of many lives. Blizzard feels a pang of anguish and sorrow witnessing the casualties, but he knows that the distraction created by the battle allows them to focus on their mission without immediately facing the threat of the Super Darksides.
Asukazen, devoid of any emotions and consumed by revenge, remains unaffected by the suffering of their fellow humans. His focus is solely on the task at hand, driving him forward in the pursuit of his goals.
While Blizzard is deeply affected by the human cost of the battle, Asukazen remains indifferent, devoid of any emotions. His sole focus is revenge, having given up all emotions to his Alter Ego. Blizzard contemplates when Asukazen's ideology will clash with his own, and whether their alliance will come to an end near the gate of Kingdom Hearts, if they manage to survive and make it there.
As Blizzard and Asukazen explore the first floor of the Infinity Stronghold, the surroundings grow increasingly uncanny, giving way to a liminal space that defies normal perception. The architecture bends and distorts, and an eerie atmosphere envelops them, heightening their sense of foreboding.
Suddenly, a horde of Heartless and Nobodies materialized, surrounding Blizzard and Asukazen. Asukazen, who had refrained from summoning his Keyblades thus far, finally decided to wield them. With a fluid motion, he summoned two Keyblades—one radiating with fire and light, the other crackling with thunder and darkness. His fighting style seemed unorthodox, as he lowered his arm, allowing the Keyblades to make contact with the floor. His gaze fixed on the ceiling, as if he were searching for something amidst the chaos.
Blizzard, puzzled by Asukazen's behavior, questioned whether he was truly fighting or not. It was an unusual sight, as Keyblade Wielders typically engaged in direct combat. However, before Blizzard could dwell on his confusion, he summoned his own Keyblades, 'Frostbite' and 'Inferno,' to confront the Heartless and Nobodies.
As the battle intensified, a group of mindless Nobodies closed in on Asukazen, their claws ready to strike. Yet, in a breathtaking display of power, Asukazen's gaze shifted downward, his attention focused on the ceiling. With a single forceful strike of his Keyblades, shockwaves rippled outwards, dispersing the Heartless and Nobodies with a devastating impact. The sheer strength behind his attacks exceeded Blizzard's imagination, leaving him in awe, he watched in bewilderment as Asukazen effortlessly dispatched the remaining Heartless and Nobodies, effortlessly moving from one foe to the next. However, just as he finished dealing a powerful blow to an enemy, Asukazen abruptly stopped once again. His arms lowered, allowing his Keyblades to connect with the floor. His gaze shifted towards the ceiling, as if searching for something.
Blizzard couldn't comprehend this fighting style. It went against everything he had learned and experienced as a Keyblade Wielder. Asukazen seemed to be intentionally allowing his enemies to get closer, rather than directly engaging them. It was as if he wanted them to strike first, only to respond with a lethal counterattack. The sheer precision and aggression with which he executed his strikes left Blizzard in awe.
Yet, despite the intensity of the battle and the danger surrounding them, Asukazen's expression remained cold and neutral. There was no hint of emotion on his face, no trace of satisfaction or even anger. His focus seemed entirely fixated on his own ritualistic combat style, detached from the chaos unfolding around him.
Blizzard's confusion grew deeper. Was this fighting style a purely philosophical approach to combat, rooted in some deeper understanding? Or was there something more to it, something that eluded his grasp? He couldn't help but wonder what lay behind Asukazen's unorthodox techniques. Then Blizzard's vision blurred as the corruption within him intensified, clouding his thoughts and consuming his every fiber. Negativity coursed through his veins, overpowering any remnants of hope or belief.
The green, transparent Alter Ego floated near Blizzard, its glowing pumpkin-like face twisted into a mocking smile. It taunted Blizzard with its words, reveling in the impending darkness that loomed over him.
Alter Ego: Oh, what a pity. (The Alter Ego sneered sarcastically.) If only Asukazen cared for once, but alas, here you stand, teetering on the edge of oblivion.
Blizzard gritted his teeth, refusing to succumb to the taunting. He knew the Alter Ego's words held a grain of truth. Asukazen's cold indifference to his plight stung, but Blizzard couldn't afford to dwell on it. One moment of weakness, one shred of doubt, and the darkness would consume him entirely. He gritted his teeth, his voice strained as he retorted.
Blizzard: Not yet. It's not over yet.
Blizzard's words were laced with desperation. The darkness clouded his mind, leaving him driven solely by the desperation to survive and bring down Organization 14th. He couldn't allow himself to succumb before their ultimate downfall. Every fiber of his being screamed for vengeance and him would fight until his last breath.
As Blizzard and Asukazen ascended to the second floor of the Infinity Stronghold, the transition was stark. The rooms they encountered were bathed in an eerie light, with walls, floors, and ceilings that bore only three colors: black, white, and various shades of gray. The monochromatic palette lent an otherworldly atmosphere to the surroundings, as if they had stepped into a realm devoid of color and life.
As they ventured deeper, the corridors twisted and turned, leading them to a vast chamber at the heart of the floor. The room was immense, stretching far beyond their line of sight. Its monochromatic theme remained, with black and white patterns adorning the walls, while the gray floor extended endlessly into the distance. At the center stood two cloaked black hooded figures, their presence exuding an air of anticipation.
Blizzard's voice, filled with a mixture of desperation and defiance, echoed through the chamber.
Blizzard: I told you that I would come.
The figures remained shrouded in darkness, their features obscured by the hoods that concealed their identities. They stood in silence, their presence imposing yet mysterious.
Asukazen remained silent, his cold gaze fixed upon the two figures. His focus was unwavering, as he observed every detail, ensuring that they truly belonged to Organization 14th. The air crackled with tension, anticipation building as the two parties stood poised for what would unfold.
The hooded figures regarded Blizzard and Asukazen with an eerie stillness, their identities shrouded in mystery. The silence hung heavy in the air, punctuated only by the faint hum of the monochromatic room. Each moment stretched on, heightening the anticipation of the impending confrontation.
As the two hooded figures removed their cloaks, the identities of Member 7 and Member 8 were revealed. Member 7, a man with tousled brown hair and a mischievous smile, exuded an air of charm and charisma. His presence hinted at an agile combat style, ready to unleash his prowess at a moment's notice. Member 8, on the other hand, a blonde woman bearing an uncanny resemblance. The familiarity of her appearance sent a shockwave through Blizzard's mind.
Blizzard: The Boss? What are you doing here? (Blizzard questioned, his voice filled with genuine surprise and confusion.)
Member 7 responded with a mocking tone, his words laced with sarcasm.
Member 7: Oh, my dear Blizzard, you seem to be mistaken. We don't know who this 'Boss' is that you speak of. What truly matters is that you have declared war on Organization 14th, and for that insolence, you will pay dearly. Our objective is to retrieve our hearts from Kingdom Hearts after all, you know? We can't let you ruin our goal.
Member 7, known as Ryota, stepped forward, presenting himself with a confident stance.
Ryota: I am Member 7, Ryota, representing Organization 14th.
Member 8, the woman who bore a resemblance to The Boss, followed suit, her voice carrying a sense of authority.
Merov: I am Member 8, Merov, also representing Organization 14th.
Their ritualistic presentations came to an end, but their attention was quickly drawn to Asukazen's cold and indifferent demeanor.
Member 7, Ryota, took a moment to process Asukazen's presence, his confusion evident in his tone.
Ryota: And who might you be? (He queried with a hint of sarcasm.) What's the deal with this guy? Why is he here with Blizzard, Merov?
Asukazen's voice cut through the air, his words void of any emotion.
Asukazen: I am Asukazen (He replied calmly, his voice devoid of any inflection.) I came here for one purpose, revenge. Let us put these foolish speeches aside.
Ryota's confusion was palpable as he attempted to comprehend the presence of another Keyblade wielder accompanying Blizzard. This mysterious individual with black hair and green eyes was unknown to Organization 14th, leaving them puzzled and wary.
Merov, still resembling The Boss, spoke up, her voice carrying a confident and authoritative tone.
Merov: Asukazen, you're not a part of our records. It seems Blizzard has found himself an unexpected ally. Nevertheless, your presence here will make no difference. We will eliminate both of you and reclaim our hearts from Kingdom Hearts.
Blizzard's mind was racing as he absorbed the exchange between the members of Organization 14th and Asukazen. The weight of his impending demise, the enigma of The Boss's resemblance, and now the presence of this unknown keyblade wielder had created an intricate web of uncertainties.
Ryota swiftly unsheathed his dual daggers, twirling them skillfully in his hands. His body tensed, ready for combat. Merov, embodying the essence of CQC, positioned herself with fists clenched and a stance reminiscent of The Boss herself. The room crackled with anticipation as their battle stances conveyed a clear message—they were prepared to engage in a fierce confrontation.
One Week ago.
In the white meeting room, where the Leader and the seven members of Organization 14th were gathered. The Leader's voice cut through the silence, commanding the attention of the room.
Leader: After many losses caused by Yen-Sid, we have found a new recruit to refill our ranks (The Leader announced, his voice tinged with anticipation.) Another Sentient Nobody has emerged in the Hyper Verse. This is a rare occurrence.
Members 1 through 7 exchanged curious glances, their interest piqued by the prospect of a new member joining their organization. They began discussing amongst themselves, speculating about the potential skills and abilities this recruit might bring.
Member 3: But will this new member be able to live up to our expectations? (Member 3 questioned, a hint of skepticism in his voice.)
Member 7, Ryota chimed in, his tone optimistic.
Ryota: Regardless, another member means more power for Organization 14th. We could use all the help we can get.
As the chatter continued, the sound of the meeting room door opening drew their attention. The discussion came to an abrupt halt as they turned their gaze towards the entrance, anticipation filling the air, Member 8 stepped forward, her black cloaked hood still concealing her face, the Leader's voice resonated with authority.
Leader: Approach, Merov, and reveal yourself (He commanded.)
Member 8 complied, slowly removing her hood to reveal a woman with flowing blonde hair. Her blue eyes glistened with calm and a hint of authority. The room fell silent as all eyes fixated on her.
Leader: It has only been a few days since we acquired you, Member 8 (He remarked, his voice tinged with skepticism.) You have been primarily tasked with gathering intel for our cause. Your combat skills are yet to be tested.
Member 8 stood tall, undeterred by the Leader's remarks. Her voice was steady as she responded.
Merov: I may be new, but do not underestimate my abilities. I will prove my worth to Organization 14th.
Some members exchanged curious glances, while others remained skeptical. The Leader's gaze remained fixed on Member 8 as he continued.
Leader: Time will tell. We expect you to contribute significantly to our cause in the future. Use your intellect and gather information to further our goals.
Member 8 nodded in understanding.
Merov: I will not disappoint. (She affirmed, her voice filled with resolve.)
With the formal introductions concluded, the Leader addressed the entire assembly.
Leader: We stand united as Organization 14th. Our objective remains unchanged, to obtain our hearts from Kingdom Hearts and reshape the Hyper Verse according to our vision, keep working hard, and your patience and effort will be rewarded in the long term.
Back to the present.
As Member 7, Ryota, brandished his dual daggers, and Member 8, Merov, prepared for combat with her fists, Blizzard's desperation intensified. He pleaded with Merov, his voice filled with confusion, mistaking her for The Boss.
Blizzard: Don't you remember, Boss? I had helped Snake on his mission, Have you been brainwashed by Organization 14th? Do you even remember your own Keyblade?
Merov, the Nobody of The Boss, regarded Blizzard with a cold and detached gaze.
Merov: Human, your words are gibberish (She stated dismissively.) I have no memory of the individual you speak of. You are a mere obstacle in our path to reclaim our hearts.
The alter ego of Asukazen, the green transparent glowing pumpkin-smiling-face, floated near Blizzard, its ethereal voice dripping with sarcasm and mockery. It taunted him for his foolishness and lack of understanding.
Alter Ego: Oh, dear Blizzard, do you not grasp the fundamentals of Nobodies? When a Keyblade Wielder's heart is pierced by another, their existence splinters into a Heartless and a Sentient Nobody. The Sentient Nobody may bear a resemblance to their former self, but they possess an entirely distinct personality. The Boss you speak of is likely long gone.
Blizzard's eyes widened as the truth crashed down upon him. Merov was not The Boss, but a Nobody—a separate entity lacking the memories and experiences of her human counterpart. The realization struck him like a lightning bolt, shattering his misguided beliefs and forcing him to confront the harsh reality.
Blizzard's face contorted with a mix of frustration and realization. The alter ego's words struck a chord within him, forcing him to confront the harsh truth. The Boss he once knew, was an enemy, yes, but she wielded a Keyblade, she had potential. The entity standing before him, Merov, was a separate being altogether.
Feeling a sense of disillusionment, Blizzard's voice trembled as he responded.
Blizzard: I... I didn't fully understand. I thought... I believed she was still here, somehow. But you're right. This person before me is not The Boss. It's a Nobody—a separate existence.
The alter ego's mocking laughter echoed through the chamber, its transparent form glowing with an eerie intensity.
Alter Ego: Ah, now you see, don't you? Your ignorance has led you astray. Focus on the task at hand, boy. Your sentimentality has no place here.
Asukazen remained stoic, observing the exchange with an impassive expression. He knew all too well the nature of Nobodies and the futility of holding onto false hopes. The alter ego's presence served as a stark reminder of the reality they faced—an uphill battle against Organization 14th and their formidable members.
As Member 7, Ryota, leaped with lightning speed, his dual daggers gleaming in the dimly lit chamber. His agile movements were a testament to his combat prowess, and he focused his attention on Asukazen, aiming to test the limits of his skills. With a swift and precise strike, he aimed to pierce through Asukazen's defenses.
Meanwhile, Member 8, Merov, engaged Blizzard with her swift and powerful strikes, reminiscent of The Boss's renowned CQC combat style. Blizzard found himself pushed to his limits as he desperately defended against her onslaught. Despite his deteriorating physical condition and the encroaching darkness,
Blizzard's heart raced, the darkness within him threatening to consume him. He could feel the corruption spreading, tainting his thoughts and weakening his body. But he refused to succumb. He channeled his desperation into every strike, aiming to prove himself against the formidable Merov, even if she was not The Boss he had believed her to be.
Asukazen's focus remained solely on Ryota, his actions devoid of any emotional attachment or distraction. His combat style appeared almost detached, as if he was merely executing a predetermined sequence of movements. His strikes were calculated and efficient, aiming to disable and neutralize his opponent.
As Ryota's lightning-fast movements continued to increase in speed, he managed to land several strikes on Asukazen, leaving him wounded and momentarily staggered. The assault was relentless, and Asukazen found himself on the defensive. Asukazen knew he needed time to adapt and find a way to counter Ryota's lightning-fast strikes.
At the same time, Merov's aggressive CQC combat style proved to be a formidable challenge for Blizzard. The powerful uppercut and kick sent Blizzard hurtling through the air, crashing into a nearby wall. Pain surged through his body, but he refused to succumb to his injuries. He retrieved a health potion from his pocket and hastily consumed it, feeling a surge of revitalizing energy course through his veins.
The healing potion provided a momentary respite, replenishing some of Blizzard's strength and allowing him to regain his footing. He was not just fighting for the sake of revenge, but also for the fallen Yen-Sid and the countless lives lost to the darkness in the Hyper Space.
Blizzard reengaged Merov, his Keyblades 'Frostbite' and 'Inferno' once again in his hands. He unleashed a barrage of strikes, his attacks blending the power of ice and fire as he sought to overwhelm his adversary. Each swing was fueled by his desperation.
Asukazen observed the relentless agility of Ryota's movements, analyzing his fighting style and searching for weaknesses. Despite his wounds, Asukazen's focus remained unwavering. With a calculated and precise strike, he managed to land a counterattack, catching Ryota off guard. The blow staggered Ryota momentarily. Gradually, Asukazen gained the upper hand, exploiting Ryota's momentary vulnerabilities.
Asukazen's eyes remained closed as he lowered his arms, letting the tips of his Keyblades rest gently on the floor. His body became still. The part of the room fell into an eerie silence as Ryota's pride grew insulted by his enemy's apparent disregard.
Ryota: What?! (Ryota shouted, frustration lacing his voice.) How dare you ignore me? I will make you pay!
Seizing the opportunity, Ryota lunged forward, aiming to strike Asukazen from behind. But just as he was about to deliver his blow, time seemed to slow down. Asukazen's eyes snapped open, and he turned his gaze upon Ryota, his expression unreadable.
In that split second, Asukazen's movements were a blur of precision and power. He pivoted on his heel, swiftly bringing his Keyblades in an arc, slicing through the air with unparalleled speed. The blades connected with Ryota's body, cleaving him in two.
Ryota's eyes widened in disbelief as his body crumbled on the floor, as he began to fade into particles of darkness, couldn't help but voice his frustration one last time.
Ryota: This isn't fair (He protested.) I didn't do anything wrong! I only wanted to reclaim my heart. Why should I be punished?
But Asukazen remained unmoved by his plea, his tone cold and detached.
Asukazen: It does not matter. (he stated flatly.) Now, disappear.
With those final words, Ryota's form dissipated completely, leaving behind only lingering traces of darkness. Asukazen's attention shifted to Blizzard, who continued to battle against Merov, the Nobody that resembled The Boss.
Blizzard, witnessing the swift and precise demise of Ryota, stood in awe of Asukazen's fighting prowess. The display of power and control left him both impressed and wary. He knew that his ally was a force to be reckoned with, his enigmatic fighting style concealing untold depths of strength.
Blizzard: What are you doing? Help me, Asukazen! We can defeat her together!
But Asukazen's response was silence. His stoic demeanor remained unchanged as he observed the struggle before him. No trace of emotion flickered across his face, and it became clear to Blizzard that his ally had no intention of intervening. The weight of the battle pressed upon him, and he felt the absence of Asukazen's support acutely. Despite their shared goals, Asukazen refused to offer his aid. Blizzard's pleas fell on deaf ears, his frustration mounting. Their alliance, it seemed, had its limits.
Merov seized the opportunity to taunt Blizzard, her voice dripping with derision.
Merov: Are you too afraid to face a woman on your own? (She sneered, relishing the opportunity to belittle her opponent.)
Merov advanced, her movements swift and precise. Her fists moved with astonishing speed, delivering powerful blows that sent shockwaves through the air. Blizzard was forced to dodge and deflect, using his Keyblades to parry her relentless attacks.
Merov moved with remarkable agility, her movements reminiscent of The Boss, yet with a unique finesse that surpassed Blizzard's expectations. Her strikes were swift and relentless, forcing Blizzard to react quickly to defend himself. He relied on his agility and reflexes, attempting to anticipate her next move.
As the battle raged on, Merov's taunts began to penetrate Blizzard's concentration. Merov sensed Blizzard's hesitation, sneered mockingly.
Merov: Why do you hold back? Are you truly afraid to hurt me? You're not even using your full power. Pathetic.
Drawing upon his resolve, Blizzard unleashed a flurry of powerful strikes, his Keyblades clashing against Merov's fists. He pushed himself to his limits, channeling his anger and frustration into each attack. But Merov, skilled and relentless, countered his every move with precision.
Their battle intensified, the clash of their weapons echoing through the room. Blizzard's movements became more fluid and decisive, his attacks carrying a newfound ferocity. He channeled his rage and confusion, using them as fuel to match Merov's superior combat skills.
Blizzard's strikes became more focused, aiming for vulnerable spots and exploiting any opening he could find. He pushed past his hesitation, fully embracing the need to defeat Merov. His strikes landed with greater impact, causing Merov to falter for a brief moment.
The momentum shifted definitively in Blizzard's favor. Merov's defenses crumbled, unable to withstand the onslaught of Blizzard's relentless assault. She staggered back, her punches growing sluggish and her movements strained.
Sensing victory within his grasp, Blizzard pressed on, channeling his full strength. His Keyblades danced through the air, striking true with each swing. The weight of his blows shook Merov's confidence, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.
Finally, Blizzard delivered a decisive blow, striking with all his might. Merov's form crumpled to the ground, defeated and powerless. She looked up at Blizzard, a mix of disbelief and resignation in her eyes.
Merov looked up at Blizzard, confusion etched on her face as she questioned her fate.
Merov: What... what's going to happen to me? Is this death? (She asked, her voice filled with resignation.)
Blizzard: You will be recompleted (Blizzard responded, his tone devoid of sympathy.) One day, you will regain your heart and memories.
Merov struggled to comprehend his words, her eyes searching his face for answers. But Blizzard offered no further explanation. He saw her as an enemy, a threat to his mission, and he had no intention of extending any sympathy or further insight.
As Merov began to dissolve into particles of darkness, her form fading away, she reached out a hand towards Blizzard, a mix of despair and longing in her eyes. But Blizzard simply watched, his resolve unbroken. He turned away, leaving her to her fate.
Asukazen's cold and indifferent voice cut through the silence.
Asukazen: Very well, our alliance continues. For now. (He stated, his tone devoid of any warmth or emotion.)
The two Keyblade wielders walked side by side, venturing deeper into the second area of the Infinity Stronghold. The surroundings remained monochromatic, the black, white, and gray hues casting an eerie ambiance.
As they explored the second floor, Blizzard couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered within him. The corruption of darkness gnawed at his being, threatening to consume him. Yet, amidst the turmoil, his curiosity about Asukazen remained. He wanted to understand the truth behind Asukazen's behavior and the depths of his cold nature.
They walked in silence, the tension thick between them. Blizzard's eyes never left Asukazen, his gaze searching for any signs of emotion or vulnerability. But Asukazen remained stoic, his expression unchanged. The faint hint of deception lingered within his demeanor, a mystery that Blizzard yearned to unravel.
As the corruption tightened its grip on Blizzard's body, he felt his strength waning, his legs giving way beneath him. He crumpled to his knees, the weight of his own corrupted existence threatening to consume him entirely.
With trembling hands, Blizzard reached out and grasped the edge of the staircase wall, using it as support to pull himself back onto his feet. Every movement was a struggle, but he refused to succumb completely. He had to confront Asukazen, to uncover the truth hidden within the depths of his cold heart.
Asukazen continued his cold and indifferent demeanor, seemingly unmoved by Blizzard's struggles. He uttered in a monotone voice.
Asukazen: Are you about to succumb to the darkness? Then I'm afraid our alliance ends here. Goodbye, Keyblade Wielder. (He began to walk away, his steps measured and unaffected.)
But Blizzard, refusing to let the opportunity slip away, found the strength to speak.
Blizzard: Why are you lying to yourself?! (His words pierced through the air, causing Asukazen to halt in his tracks. Slowly, Asukazen turned his head to face Blizzard, his eyes meeting Blizzard's gaze.)
As the corrupted Blizzard and Asukazen engaged in a tense staring contest, their eyes locked in a battle of wills. The weight of their past encounters and uncertain future hung heavy in the air, each of them holding onto their own perspectives.
Minutes stretched into an eternity as they continued their silent exchange. Blizzard's gaze, filled with defiance and the fading remnants of hope, bore into Asukazen's cold and indifferent eyes. The dying Keyblade wielder refused to let go, willing to unveil the truth hidden beneath Asukazen's facade.
Finally, breaking the silence, Asukazen spoke in his emotionless tone.
Asukazen: Why ask this foolish question now? I have no recollection of lying to anyone, including myself. (His voice carried an air of detachment, almost as if he was disconnected from the emotions of the moment.)
Blizzard, consumed by the darkness and tormented by his own pain, could sense something more beneath Asukazen's stoic facade. The intensity of the moment heightened as Blizzard's vision started to blur and warp. He began to see the Station of Awakening stained glass of Asukazen, enveloped in a dense layer of green fog. The image was distorted, as if the stained glass tower was covered in a heavy amount of chains, sealing away any trace of positive and negative emotions.
Asukazen's gaze remained fixed on Blizzard, his expression unchanged.
Asukazen: Feelings are irrelevant (He replied curtly.) Our goals remain the same. If you are still persisting in following me, then I suggest you focus on surviving rather than probing into matters that hold no significance.
Struggling to maintain his composure amidst the pain and solitude, he sensed in Asukazen's heart. Blizzard spoke.
Blizzard: Even if you have given yourself entirely to your Alter Ego, (He began, his voice strained.) you are not fully consumed by hatred and revenge. There is something else within you.
Asukazen, consumed by his aura of aggression and vengeance, summoned his two keyblades with a fierce intensity. The first pulsating with fire and light ignited with blazing flames, while the second infused with thunder and darkness crackled with ominous energy.
Asukazen: It seems that you think too highly of me. (Asukazen responded, his voice tinged with uncertainty.) I am not what you perceive me to be.
Asukazen advanced toward Blizzard, his steps resolute and filled with purpose. It seemed as though he was determined to strike down Blizzard for daring to delve into the depths of his being.
But just as Asukazen was about to deliver the decisive blow, Blizzard's words halted him in his tracks.
Blizzard: I knew it (Blizzard spoke, his voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and realization.) You are better than I ever was, this means, you're a good-hearted person, aren't you?
The impact of those words reverberated through Asukazen's being, resonating within his mind. A pause settled between them, the air heavy with tension. In that moment, Asukazen's grip on his Keyblades weakened, and they slipped from his grasp, dissipating into particles of light that merged with the surrounding atmosphere. The once-deadly weapons now dispersed, leaving Asukazen empty-handed and uncertain.
Blizzard's gaze remained fixed on Asukazen, his eyes searching for any sign of recognition or acknowledgement. Asukazen's expression, like that of a lifeless doll or machine, offered no clues to the emotions swirling within him. And yet, despite the absence of a fatal blow, Blizzard sensed a shift in Asukazen's demeanor.
Asukazen took a step back, creating a distance between them. The alter ego, the green glowing transparent pumpkin-smiling-face, chimed in with a mocking tone.
Alter Ego: Well, well, it seems you've made your choice (The alter ego sneered.) After all this time. Perhaps it's time for us to remerge as one. How delightful! I must admit, I had quite the fun playing the role of 'The Lunatic' while controlling your body for those three long years.
Blizzard remained silent, observing the interaction between Asukazen and his alter ego. Meanwhile, the alter ego continued to mock Asukazen, relishing in their inner turmoil. Its green floating transparent glowing pumpkin-smiling-face seemed to radiate with a sinister delight as it spoke.
Alter Ego: Oh, how entertaining it is to witness your dilemma, dear Asukazen, (The alter ego sneered.) You see, I am not just a mere creation that you made with your aura and emotions. I embody 90% of your very being. I am your life, your emotions, your wild nature, your fiery spirit, and your will to live, without me. You always has been an empty husk, you have your mind inside of you, but you still lack two important things. Remerging with me would be excruciatingly painful, both physically and mentally. But oh, the price you would pay...
Blizzard could feel the tension in the air as the alter ego's words hung between them. It was clear that the choice before Asukazen was not an easy one. The prospect of remerging with the alter ego meant refacing the darkest parts of himself, the aspects he had relinquished control over for so long.
Asukazen stood there, his expression still void of emotion, his eyes locked with the floating pumpkin eerie gaze. Asukazen stood there, his arms outstretched, as if accepting his fate. His voice was cold and detached as he spoke, his words lacking any trace of emotion.
Asukazen: I don't want to feel... anything. But after making it this far, what's the point... (He paused for a moment, as if contemplating the weight of his decision.) Do it...
Blizzard watched with a mixture of anticipation and concern as the floating green glowing transparent pumpkin-smiling-face charged towards Asukazen's chest. In an instant, a pillar of green fire engulfed him, his body writhing within the flames. The withdrawal of having lived as a empty-husk for far too long seemed to take hold, its intensity visible in the flickering blaze. Asukazen expression remained unchanged, but his body convulsed in agony as the green flames consumed him.
Amidst the searing inferno, the alter ego's voice echoed with a lingering sarcasm.
Alter Ego: Ah, the choice is made, dear Asukazen. You better not regret it now, for you shall bear the consequences of our reunion...
Asukazen endured the torment, after so long, he finally screamed his lungs out. His screams of pain piercing the air. The fire burned at his entire being, forcing him to feel the agony within himself. It was a trial that he had to face, a painful rebirth.
Blizzard felt a sense of helplessness as he watched his companion endure the punishing fire. He wished he could intervene, but his own battle with the darkness had left him weakened and on the brink of succumbing.
The green flames continued to burn, flickering and dancing around Asukazen's agonizing form. How would this remerging affect him? What would become of the cold and emotionless Asukazen once the alter ego was fully integrated back into his being?
The scene flashed to blinding white, momentarily blurring the surroundings. Asukazen felt a surge of disorientation, his mind struggling to process the intensity of the light. But within that blinding radiance, a voice echoed in his ears.