Yamabe charged forward with relentless ferocity, his long great axe swinging through the air with devastating force. The clash between his weapon and Blizzard's defenses reverberated through the desolate battlefield.
Blizzard braced himself, raising his Keyblades in defense, but the impact of Yamabe's attack sent shockwaves through his body. The impact of that great axe on Blizzard chest would normally cause excruciating pain. However, in Blizzard's Crystalbound state, the sensation of pain was numbed, replaced by a heightened awareness of his impending transformation.
As Yamabe's attacks landed, Blizzard could feel the impact and the deep wounds they left behind. But Blizzard's Crystalbound state negated the physical pain, allowing him to focus solely on the battle at hand. However, he couldn't escape the agonizing sensation of the crystal growing within him. The sharp crystals burst out of his knees in random direction, causing both discomfort and a reminder of the time ticking away in the countdown to their crystallization.
Through gritted teeth, Blizzard remained resolute, refusing to let the pain, or lack thereof, hinder his focus. He knew that the countdown of their Crystalbound state was decreasing with each physical blow they endured. It was as if their bodies were adapting to the damage, hastening their transformation.
Asukazen, witnessing Yamabe's attack on Blizzard, swiftly joined the fray. With his two Keyblades in hand, he launched a fierce assault on Yamabe, aiming to divert his attention and provide Blizzard with an opportunity to recover.
The clash between the three warriors intensified, their Keyblades slashing and clashing in a whirlwind of power and fury. Yamabe fought with relentless determination, unleashing devastating strikes with his giant greataxe. Asukazen, driven by his deep-seated anger and thirst for revenge, matched Yamabe's strength blow for a blow. Despite the Crystalbound state and their enhanced abilities, the toll on their bodies was evident as the countdown of their transformation continued to decrease.
Yamabe, his face contorted with anger, took a brief pause in the midst of the battle. He looked at Blizzard and Asukazen with a mix of frustration and grudging admiration.
Yamabe: I must admit, I'm impressed. (Yamabe sneered.) Most would have been reduced to dust after receiving my attack directly in the chest. Keyblade Wielders are truly annoyingly durable.
His words dripped with disdain as he prepared to unleash a new level of power. The air around him crackled with energy as he focused his strength, readying himself for a more intense onslaught.
Blizzard and Asukazen, fueled by their unlimited stamina and enhanced abilities, swiftly adapted to Yamabe's intensified assault. They moved with incredible speed, leaping and dashing across the desolate Locked World planet to evade Yamabe's attacks. Their movements were as swift as an airplane, maneuvering through the air with agility and precision.
As the battle raged on, it became evident that Yamabe was growing stronger and faster with each passing minute. His attacks became even more ferocious, his techniques more refined. The sheer power behind each swing of his great axe intensified, threatening to overwhelm Blizzard and Asukazen.
Asukazen and Blizzard, agile and swift, continued their aerial acrobatics to avoid Yamabe's relentless attacks. They danced through the air, evading each swing of his powerful great axe with incredible dexterity. However, their efforts proved futile as Yamabe suddenly vanished from their sight, reappearing behind Asukazen in a blur of speed. This caught Asukazen off guard as Yamabe delivered a devastating strike that cleaved him in half.
The force of Yamabe's attack sent Asukazen hurtling across the Locked World Planet, crashing into a nearby mountain. The impact was so powerful that it caused the entire mountain to collapse, sending debris flying and obscuring the view. But to everyone's surprise, Asukazen emerged from the wreckage, battered and bruised, but still standing.
However, the consequences of the fatal blow were apparent. Asukazen screamed in agony as the sharp crystals sprouted from his knees, piercing his flesh. The excruciating pain coursed through his body, a grim reminder of his impending fate. His singular crystal wing on his back continued to grow larger, expanding onto his right shoulder and extending down to his right triceps.
Blizzard and Asukazen understood that they couldn't simply rely on defense alone. They needed to find a way to strike back at Yamabe, to turn the tide of the battle in their favor. Ignoring the pain and the countdown of their CrystalBound state, they gathered their remaining strength and launched a synchronized assault.
Blizzard wielded his Keyblades, 'Frostbite,' and 'Inferno,' with precision and speed. He unleashed a flurry of strikes, aiming to catch Yamabe off guard and create openings for Asukazen. Asukazen, despite his injuries, joined the offensive, using his two Keyblades to deliver swift and precise attacks.
The clash between the three warriors intensified, the sounds of metal colliding and energy crackling filled the air. Blizzard and Asukazen pushed themselves beyond their limits. They ignored the pain, the growing crystals, and focused solely on landing a decisive blow on Yamabe.
Their attacks became more coordinated, their movements fluid and calculated. They exploited every opportunity, striking with precision and power. Each strike aimed to weaken Yamabe's defenses and create an opening for a devastating counterattack.
Asukazen and Blizzard's combined attack struck true, sending Yamabe hurtling toward the ground below. The force of the impact created a shockwave that reverberated through the locked world planet. Yamabe crashed into the earth, creating a deep crater upon impact. Dust and debris filled the air, momentarily obscuring the battlefield.
As the dust settled, Yamabe slowly rose from the wreckage, a mix of anger and surprise etched across his face. Blood trickled from the wound inflicted by Asukazen and Blizzard's strike, staining his black His eyes burned with rage and an unwavering resolve to continue the fight.
Yamabe: You think you've wounded me? How foolish! (Yamabe proclaimed, his eyes gleaming with twisted delight.) You have yet to witness my true power, the power that will bring about your demise and consume this entire World!
Asukazen and Blizzard exchanged puzzled glances, unsure of what Yamabe meant by his cryptic words. Before they could inquire further, Yamabe released his grip on his great axe, allowing it to fall to the ground. The air crackled with an ominous energy as he stood, his body surrounded by a pulsating dark aura.
Yamabe then jumped, and soared higher and higher, ascending beyond the confines of the Locked World's atmosphere. As he reached the depths of the Hyper Space, his voice reverberated through the vast expanse, booming with power and arrogance.
Yamabe: Behold! I, Yamabe, the chosen one of Organization 14th, shall ascend to the realm of gods! (He proclaimed, his voice echoing across the cosmos.) Grant me the power I seek and unleash my true form!
The words of his incantation echoed through the Hyper Space, causing the entire dimension to pulse with blinding light. Asukazen and Blizzard shielded their eyes, caught in the midst of the dazzling radiance. The intense energy engulfed the Hyper Space, erasing everything from view for a seemingly eternal moment.
Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the blinding light subsided, and the Hyper Verse returned to its previous state. Asukazen and Blizzard scanned the area, their eyes darting in every direction, but there was no sign of Yamabe. He had vanished into the Hyper Space, leaving them uncertain of his whereabouts.
Asukazen and Blizzard glanced around, their senses heightened, as they searched for any sign of Yamabe's presence. The tension in the air was palpable as they waited for the next move, uncertain of what was to come. Suddenly, a violent shaking coursed through the ground beneath them, jolting them off balance.
The very fabric of the Locked World planet seemed to tremble under an immense force, causing cracks to form on the surface. Asukazen and Blizzard struggled to maintain their footing, bracing themselves against the intense vibrations.
Meanwhile, atop the Infinity Stronghold, the Leader of Organization 14th watched the events unfold with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. His eyes were fixed on the red Locked World planet, knowing that the presence of Yamabe's true form would pose a grave danger to the base and all who resided within it. He could feel the tremors reverberating through the structure, a clear indication that something extraordinary was occurring, even if Yamabe was too far away.
With each tremor, the ground cracked, and colossal pillars of energy erupted from the depths of the planet's core, sending shockwaves in all directions. Asukazen and Blizzard braced themselves against the relentless onslaught, their crystalbound forms pulsating with energy as they fought to withstand the immense force.
The deafening sound of the quaking planet drowned out any other noise, as if the world itself cried out in agony. The battle between Yamabe and the Keyblade Wielders had reached a cataclysmic crescendo, threatening to consume everything in its wake.
Asukazen and Blizzard tilted their heads back, their gaze fixated on the sky above. There, amidst the swirling clouds and cosmic expanse, they beheld a sight that left them speechless. A colossal figure resembling Yamabe began to materialize, its form gradually emerging from the ethereal depths.
The sheer magnitude of the giant Yamabe dwarfed the Locked World planet they stood on. Its towering presence radiated an overwhelming aura, making their Crystalbound forms feel insignificant in comparison. The luminescent yellow glow emanating from its eyes pierced through the darkness, locking onto Asukazen and Blizzard with an unsettling intensity.
As the giant Yamabe took shape, its body transformed into a gleaming steel-like substance, exuding an impenetrable aura of power. The sheer size and grandeur of the colossal being were awe-inspiring and sent tremors through the very fabric of reality.
Unable to tear their eyes away from the awe-inspiring sight, Asukazen and Blizzard were left with a sense of trepidation. They understood that this was the true form of Yamabe, a godlike entity capable of unfathomable destruction.
Asukazen and Blizzard exchanged a brief glance, a silent acknowledgement of the impossible odds they faced. The realization that they were confronting a being of such immense power left them with a sense of impending doom. No words were needed to convey their shared understanding of the dire situation.
Yamabe's eyes, glowing with a piercing yellow light, locked onto Asukazen and Blizzard from the vast expanse of space. Despite the immense size of his true form, he focused his attention on them with a chilling intensity. His voice boomed across the Hyper Verse, echoing with an otherworldly resonance.
Yamabe: I am the equal of a god. (Yamabe declared, his voice reverberating through their very beings.) You pitiful Keyblades stand no chance against my divine power. Annihilation awaits you both!
The weight of Yamabe's words hung heavy in the air, filling Asukazen and Blizzard with a sense of dread. They were faced with a foe of incomprehensible strength, a being who believed himself to be on par with the divine. The odds seemed insurmountable, their fate teetering on the edge of oblivion.
Time seemed to stand still as they absorbed the magnitude of the situation. The realization of their powerlessness against this godlike being washed over them. The Crystalbound state that had once granted them enhanced abilities now felt insignificant in the face of Yamabe's transcendent form.
With a mixture of fear and resignation, Asukazen and Blizzard loosened their grip on their Keyblades. They understood the enormity of the challenge that lay before them. It was a battle they could not hope to win, against an adversary whose power surpassed their own.
Asukazen gazed at Blizzard, a gentle look in his eyes as he watched his companion drop his Keyblades. It was clear that Blizzard was considering giving up, succumbing to the overwhelming power of Yamabe. But Asukazen had a different perspective, driven by something deeper.
Asukazen: Blizzard (He said, his voice steady and resolute.) You can give up if you want, but I won't. I made myself a promise a long time ago. (He paused, the weight of his words hanging in the air) I want to exist, even if we are to die. We should try, at the very least.
Blizzard felt a stirring in his heart, a glimmer of something deeper within Asukazen. It was as if he could sense the memories and emotions that Asukazen held onto, the memories of the one being he had loved and been loved by. It was a connection that resonated within Blizzard.
Asukazen: There's something else we can use (Asukazen continued, his voice steady.) Our hands, our arms. They are all we need. Using our Keyblades might be useless against Yamabe, but we have something more. Trust me on this.
Blizzard's mind was filled with confusion and uncertainty. Asukazen's words and actions went against everything they had learned about combating Heartless and Nobodies. Keyblades were the chosen weapon, the only means of eliminating those entities. How could they possibly face the true form of Yamabe with just their bare hands?
Doubts crept into Blizzard's thoughts. Was Asukazen's judgment clouded by desperation? Had he lost his mind in the face of such overwhelming odds? The idea seemed reckless and illogical. Yet, there was a flicker of trust within Blizzard, a belief that Asukazen might possess a brilliant idea born out of necessity.
As the towering figure of Yamabe, raised his hands, the atmosphere grew heavy with impending doom. His voice echoed through the Hyper Space, filled with rage and a desire for their destruction. Yamabe's voice thundered. His right hand, formed in the Royal Wave Hand Sign, and his left hand, shaped in the Pritvi Mudra sign, added to the intensity of his power.
Yamabe: Blizzard the Wielder! Asukazen the Wielder! (Yamabe bellowed, his voice resounding with power.) You two do not belong in this world! DDDIEEEEEEEEEE! (Yamabe bellowed, his right hand charged with destructive power, aimed directly at the Locked World Planet they stood on.)
The impending impact of his attack would be slow from their perspective, as the size of Yamabe's hand made the movement appear sluggish. Yet, the atmosphere has grown hotter and redder, and the planet convulsed in response to his impending strike.
The words hung in the air, fueling the intensity of the moment. Asukazen and Blizzard could feel the heat intensify, and the ground beneath them shake violently. They watched in awe and fear as Yamabe's right hand, adorned with the royal wave hand sign, slowly descended towards the Locked World Planet.
In that moment, Asukazen turned his gaze toward Blizzard, a calm stare emanating from his eyes. He gestured for Blizzard to prepare. Asukazen's unspoken words were clear, they needed to synchronize their actions to stand a chance against the impending catastrophe.
Blizzard watched intently as Asukazen began his movements, his focus shifting to his hands, focusing his energy on them. Then Asukazen looked at his serratus anterior and channeled his energy, not to strengthen his serratus anterior as initially thought, but to inflict intentional damage upon himself. With a burst of agony, two crystalized arms grew out from his serratus anterior, causing Asukazen to grimace in pain.
Undeterred, Asukazen raised his gaze to the sky, where the atmosphere grew increasingly intense. Extending his two normal arms and hands alongside his four crystalized appendages, expanding them in size. A resounding cry of escaping his lips, signifying his readiness to confront the impending danger head-on.
Asukazen: COME ON!
Blizzard understood the significance of Asukazen's movements and the energy he exuded. Despite the agony and the knowledge that their Crystalbound state would be further diminished, Blizzard knew that mimicking Asukazen's actions was their only faint chance at victory. With a deep breath, Blizzard followed suit, focusing his energy and mirroring Asukazen's movements.
As Blizzard replicated the motions, he felt the sharp crystals burst forth from his flesh, originating from his serratus anterior. Two additional arms grew on each side, causing a torrent of agony to surge through his body.
Blizzard: We do this together!
Asukazen and Blizzard gazed up at the sky, anticipation mounting within them. The colossal hand of Yamabe's true form descended upon them, its black steel exterior initially appearing normal against the backdrop of the sky. However, as the hand pierced through the atmosphere and clouds, the intense heat caused it to radiate shades of orange and red.
At first, the hand seemed distant and small, giving them a glimmer of hope. But their anticipation quickly turned into disbelief as the hand defied all logical perception. It appeared as if they were trapped in a surreal hallucination, akin to peering into a kaleidoscope. The hand grew larger with each passing moment, closing in on the surface of the Locked World Planet at an alarming speed.
Their surroundings distorted as the hand expanded exponentially, dwarfing Asukazen and Blizzard to a scale beyond comprehension. They felt like minuscule beings compared to the immense cells that composed the hand. The once-distant threat now bore down upon them with terrifying proximity, defying the laws of spatial perception.
Asukazen and Blizzard stood resolute, their hearts pounding in their chests. Despite the overwhelming size and impending impact, they remained steadfast. Their Crystalbound bodies, altered by their sacrifice, were poised for the ultimate confrontation with Yamabe's true form.
Time seemed to stretch as they braced themselves for the cataclysmic collision. Every second felt like an eternity as the hand of Yamabe closed in, its size continuing to defy reason. The air crackled with tension, a profound silence enveloping the battlefield.
Asukazen and Blizzard found themselves immersed in the colossal hand of Yamabe's true form. As the hand descended deeper, the scale of the hand became increasingly apparent. They could perceive the individual cells that composed the immense structure, each one like the size of a whale. Asukazen's eyes widened as he beheld the incomprehensible scale of their opponent hand. With a sense of urgency, he turned to Blizzard and called out.
Asukazen: Now!
They both surged their arms, both normal and crystalized, upward in a desperate attempt to halt the impending impact. For a brief moment, it seemed as though they were able to hold back the overwhelming force. But the weight of Yamabe's hand grew exponentially, the sheer magnitude pressing down upon them, overwhelming their resistance.
Asukazen's desperate scream echoed through the depths of space as he strained to keep the impact at bay, joined by Blizzard's valiant efforts. The cracks began to form, running through their arms and crystal arms, a painful reminder of their limitations. Yet, they refused to yield, fighting against the indomitable force with all their might.
However, their resistance was futile. Despite their resolve, the weight of the infinity they faced crushed down upon them. The crystalized arms shattered, their grip weakening as they felt themselves being consumed by the all-encompassing power of Yamabe's hand, the crushing noise of their bones could be heard.
The scene shifted to the vast expanse of the hyper space, where Yamabe's true form wore a satisfied smirk upon his face. The fate of Asukazen and Blizzard remained uncertain-whether they had been eliminated or were merely at the brink of their demise.
As Yamabe's colossal hand hovered above the planet's surface, he believed he had achieved victory. Unable to sense any resistance beneath his hand, he concluded that Blizzard and Asukazen had been utterly crushed. Satisfied with his presumed triumph, he began to revel in his own power, relishing the moment.
Inside Blizzard's mind, memories flooded his thoughts. Each recollection was marked by unfairness and injustice, from his forced enlistment in the military to fight the Heartless alongside countless other children to the loss of his dear friend John against Jareth Vex. The weight of his perceived weaknesses burdened him, and he couldn't forgive himself for his perceived failures in protecting those he cared about, including his beloved companion, and friends, John, Yen-Sid. Doubts crept into his mind, questioning the purpose of their arduous journey and whether it had all been in vain.
As for Asukazen, his mind traversed a similar path. He, too, contemplated the injustices of his early life, marked by a lack of love and understanding from his parents and the adults of the Military around him. The one glimmer of solace in his memories was his bond with his Dream Eater, Chirithy. The creature had been his friend, someone who loved and understood him, restoring his faith in humanity. But Asukazen couldn't shake the remorse of not harnessing the darkness sooner, blaming himself for failing to save Chirithy from the Curse.
Lost in their individual musings, both Asukazen and Blizzard questioned what held them back from achieving greater strength. These thoughts swirled within their unconscious minds, exploring the depths of their insecurities and doubts.
As the pain of the crystals bursting out of their flesh intensified, Blizzard and Asukazen awakened from their unconscious state. Their bodies were gripped by a growing wrath that consumed them, fueling their desire to unleash their full power before their imminent demise. Two crystalline appendages sprouted on each side of their serratus anterior, amplifying their strength. They had succumbed to an all-consuming wrath, their emotions transformed into a blinding rage that fueled their every strike.
With a primal fury, they pounded the surface of Yamabe's hand with every ounce of their being. Fear, love, hope, courage, once their driving forces, had transformed into unbridled rage. In the midst of their berserker state, they unleashed a relentless onslaught, their fists striking with ferocity and fury. Their actions, fueled by a combination of light and darkness, resonated with an untamed power.
Outside the Locked World Planet, the godlike Yamabe of Organization 14th raised his eyebrows in surprise and frustration. He couldn't understand why Blizzard and Asukazen were still alive. According to his calculations, they should have been crushed by now. Frustrated by their resilience, he pressed his planet-sized hand even harder against the surface of the Locked World Planet, wanting to eliminate them once and for all.
Blizzard and Asukazen, lost in their Berserker Rage, continued to pummel Yamabe's hand relentlessly. Their actions were driven purely by instinct and fury, their consciousness overshadowed by the overwhelming anger that surged within them. Unbeknownst to them, their relentless assault indirectly infused the power of light and darkness into their strikes, the very essence of their beings seeping into each blow.
The battle raged on, the clash between the indomitable fury of Blizzard and Asukazen against the godlike might of Yamabe reaching a crescendo. The atmosphere crackled with tension as their fates intertwined, their relentless onslaught defying the expectations of their formidable adversary.
Blizzard and Asukazen relentlessly pounded their fists into the planet-sized hand, their attacks fueled by an uncontrollable rage. Each punch landed with an unbridled fury, sending shockwaves of power rippling through their crystalized arms.
As the impact reverberated. The crystalized arms shattered upon impact, causing explosions of agony as more sharp crystals burst out of their flesh. But the pain only fueled their rage further, granting them the strength to regenerate their crystalized appendages with unwavering rage. Their bodies endured the relentless cycle of destruction and regeneration, pushing beyond the limits of their physical capabilities.
The sound of impact was deafening as their fists collided with the unyielding surface of the planet sized hand. The sheer force behind each blow sent shockwaves through the atmosphere, cracks appearing in the very fabric of reality. The planet-sized hand trembled under the relentless assault, yet it seemed to grow even more colossal, defying their attempts to overpower it.
As the crystalized arms shattered and regenerated time and again, Blizzard and Asukazen were enveloped in a whirlwind of pain and rage. Their minds were clouded by an overwhelming fury, leaving no room for conscious thought. They were driven solely by instinct, the primal urge to fight and survive.
Asukazen and Blizzard's bodies trembled with sheer exhaustion as they prepared for their final strike. Their eyes, clouded with a primal fury, fixated on the colossal hand of Yamabe before them. With an almost animalistic growl, they channeled an immense surge of light and darkness into their fists, fueling their final punch with an overwhelming power.
Their muscles strained, and their bodies pushed beyond their limits as they unleashed their combined might. The impact of their punch resonated through the air, a cataclysmic collision of forces that reverberated across the vast expanse of the Locked World Planet.
The moment their fists made contact with the planet-sized hand, an explosion of radiant energy erupted. The impact speared through the surface of Yamabe's hand, igniting a trail of fiery destruction. It spread like a parasitic inferno erupted and speared outwards from the point of impact, searing through every inch of Yamabe's hand. The fusion of red and green energy spread like a consuming fire, eating away at the massive appendage.
Yamabe, initially unaware of the unfolding cataclysm, suddenly became aware of the spreading devastation. His eyes widened in astonishment and alarm as he witnessed the reddish-green surge engulfing his entire planet-sized hand The poison-like flames seared through his being, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.
The realization hit him like a thunderbolt, mere humans, Keyblade Wielders at that, had managed to inflict fatal damage upon him. His arrogance shattered, replaced by disbelief and fear. He had prided himself as the strongest member of Organization 14th for over seven decades, but now, confronted with the inexplicable power of Asukazen and Blizzard, his certainty wavered.
The parasitic inferno continued to consume his massive arm, devouring it with relentless appetite. The red and green hues pulsed with a poisonous intensity, transforming the once invincible appendage into a charred ruin. Yamabe's panic grew, his mind racing to comprehend the impossible. How could he die like this in such a manner?
Yamabe's frustration reached its peak as he screamed out the name of his Leader, questioning whether the Leader of Organization 14th had orchestrated this outcome all along. Doubt crept into his mind, accompanied by the realization that he might have been used as a pawn in the Leader's grand scheme. Did the Leader know what would befall him? Was he merely a disposable tool, never promised the redemption of his stolen heart from the depths of Kingdom Hearts?
Yamabe: DOOORVAAAALLL! (Yamabe's voice echoed through the cosmic expanse, a bellow of anguish and anger. He couldn't fathom the magnitude of his defeat.)
The parasitic inferno, composed of the intertwining hues of green and red, continued its relentless assault, spearing through Yamabe's massive form. It shattered his shoulder, ravaged his chest, and finally engulfed his face, then finally, as the parasitic inferno progressed, devouring every inch of his godlike face, Yamabe's entire form shattered into a cataclysmic explosion. The force released was akin to the destruction caused by an asteroid the size of a planet, tearing through the fabric of the Hyper Space and scattering fragments across the vastness of the cosmos.
As Blizzard and Asukazen regained consciousness, their bodies covered in sweat and their faces etched with confusion, they found themselves back inside the vast area of the fifth floor in the Infinity Stronghold. They exchanged glances, uncertainty clouding their eyes. Had they emerged victorious? The sheer intensity of the battle made it difficult for them to discern the outcome.
Gazing upwards, they noticed the shattered remnants of the Locked World planet, a testament to the explosive force unleashed during their confrontation with Yamabe. The sight only deepened their bewilderment. How had they ended up here? And most importantly, were they still alive?
The realization slowly settled upon them. They could feel the beating of their hearts, the rise and fall of their chests with each breath. They were still alive. Despite the immense challenges they had faced, they had managed to survive the encounter with Yamabe.
Yet, a sobering reality began to settle in. They had pushed their CrystalBound states to the limit, abusing their enhanced durability and power. It was evident in the grotesque growth of sharp crystals protruding from their flesh and the expansion of their singular crystal wings on their backs.
A sense of disbelief washed over them as they realized that they were still alive. The countdown timer of their CrystalBound state continued to tick away, reminding them of their impending demise. Soon enough, they would be consumed by crystallization.
In a calculated tone, Asukazen broke the silence, conveying the grim reality they faced.
Asukazen: Only one hour and seven minutes left. (He said, his words carrying a sense of urgency and the weight of impending doom.)
As Blizzard and Asukazen struggled to get up from the floor, the sharp crystals protruding from their bodies caused excruciating pain with each movement. Every movement sent waves of agony coursing through their chests, legs, feet, and knees, every step felt like a battle against their own physical limitations. But as they persevered, the pain gradually subsided, and they found a measure of stability on their feet.
Breathing heavily, Asukazen turned to Blizzard, his voice filled with an exhaustion.
Asukazen: It's most likely that every member of Organization 14th has been eliminated. (He said, his tone conveying the weight of their actions.) Only the Leader remains.
Blizzard nodded, his expression solemn. The realization of the immense losses they had inflicted upon their adversaries settled upon them. It was a bittersweet victory, knowing that their mission had come at such a high cost.
Asukazen and Blizzard sprinted with urgency towards the staircase of the Infinity Stronghold. Despite the pain and fatigue that weighed heavily on their bodies, they pushed themselves forward, driven by their shared purpose.
Ascending the stairs, they reached the entrance to the Sixth Floor, where they were greeted by a large gate. With a collective breath, they opened it, revealing a room adorned entirely in white. The space was immaculate and pristine, with 14 tall thrones arranged in a semicircle, each throne varying in height to signify the ranks within Organization 14th.
Blizzard, unfamiliar with this room, felt a sense of foreboding in the air. He turned to Asukazen, his voice filled with uncertainty.
Blizzard: What is this place? (He asked, his gaze scanning the room filled with white tall thrones.)
Asukazen: Guess, Blizzard. The answer is easy. (Intrigued by the challenge, Blizzard pondered for a moment, considering the significance of the room and its connection to Organization 14th.)
Blizzard's gaze fell upon the white and black briefcase resting at the end of the room, on a nearby table. His confusion deepened, not understanding its significance. Asukazen, on the other hand, felt a surge of anxiety course through him as memories of his Alter Ego flooded his mind. He knew what that briefcase represented, and the consequences it held if opened. He knew that the presence of that briefcase held deeper significance, a connection to his past actions that he couldn't ignore.
Blizzard: Asukazen. (Blizzard began, his voice tinged with curiosity.) What this?
Asukazen hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. He couldn't reveal the truth, not yet.
Asukazen: Blizzard. (He replied cautiously.) There are things in that briefcase that we're not ready to face. It's best to leave it untouched for now.
Blizzard raised an eyebrow, a hint of suspicion in his eyes. He couldn't fully grasp Asukazen's apprehension, finding his words rather suspicious.
Blizzard: Wh-Why would you say that, Asukazen? What's in that briefcase?
Asukazen hesitated for a moment, battling with his conflicting emotions. He knew he couldn't reveal the truth, the role him and his Alter Ego played in orchestrating the pain Blizzard had endured.
Asukazen: It's... a dangerous artifact. (He finally responded, his voice laced with urgency.) Touching it could have severe consequences. We should focus on our mission and leave it be.
Asukazen's reaction only heightened his curiosity, and he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something important hidden within the briefcase. Ignoring Asukazen's plea, he took a step forward, his eyes fixed on the enigmatic object.
Before he could reach it, Asukazen's anxiety transformed into a panicked scream.
Asukazen: No! Blizzard, I beg you! Do not touch it! (His voice cracked with desperation, filled with a mix of fear and concern for what might transpire.)
But before Asukazen could reach Blizzard in time, it was already too late. The flicker of curiosity in Blizzard's eyes overpowered his doubts and his hand extended towards the briefcase, brushing against it. The scene faded, leaving Asukazen to confront the consequences of his actions.