And thus, the cycle continue.
Blizzard's mind is consumed by the memories of those he has lost, the pain of their absence driving him to the brink of madness. Asukazen's actions and manipulation have pushed him past his breaking point. The rage within him becomes an inferno, overpowering any remnants of compassion or understanding.
With hatred, Blizzard charges at Asukazen, wielding his Keyblades with a newfound intensity. Asukazen convulses under the onslaught, his body feeling the simultaneous onslaught of fire and ice.
In a final, agonizing scream, Asukazen realizes the weight of his failure. His thoughts turn to the companion he could not save, the only being he ever loved. The echoes of his despair resonate through his fading form as his body disintegrates, leaving only his pulsating Heart floating in the air.
Blizzard gazes coldly at the floating heart, his anger and resentment pulsating through every fiber of his being. The weight of his pain and loss feels unbearable, and he blames Asukazen for all the suffering he has endured. There is no remorse in his actions as he swiftly slashes the heart in two with his Keyblades, causing it to shatter into non-existence. There is no remorse in his eyes, no hint of regret for his actions. He blames Asukazen for the anguish he has endured, holding him responsible for all the pain that has befallen him. The satisfaction of shattering that Heart is a bitter victory, a fleeting sense of justice amidst the chaos.
As the remnants of Asukazen's essence dissipate into nothingness, Blizzard's mind races with thoughts of urgency. He recalls the words spoken by Asukazen, the reminder that their time is running out. Only 50 minutes remain before he would be consumed by the Crystalbound state. It is a grim reminder of the limited time he has to prevent further catastrophe.
Blizzard gazes upon his own distorted form, half of his body consumed by the sharp crystals that sprout from his flesh. They weave a sinister web, encasing him in their grasp. He studies the intricate patterns that mark his skin, the crystal formations that have spread with relentless persistence. What was once his right arm is now an amalgamation of crystal, extending from his shoulder and blending seamlessly into the jagged wing that sprouts from his back.
The crystals glisten ominously, reflecting the dim light of the room. They are both beautiful and grotesque, a cruel testament to the sacrifice he has made for power. Blizzard can feel their weight, a constant reminder of the Crystalbound form's toll on his very being. Yet, there is a detached numbness to it all, as if his body has become an instrument of destruction, detached from the pain it inflicts upon itself.
He raises his crystalline hand, observing the sharp edges and the faint glow that emanates from within. It is a weapon, an extension of his will, but it is also a reminder of the limited time he has left. The crystals continue to grow, devouring him from within, fueling his strength while simultaneously hastening his demise.
Blizzard sprints through the dimly lit corridors of the Sixth Floor, the Infinity Stronghold stretching out before him. Each step he takes is burdened by the encroaching crystal growth, slowing his movements and serving as a painful reminder of his dwindling time. He navigates the labyrinthine passages, his senses heightened and focused solely on reaching his destination.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity of relentless pursuit, Blizzard reaches the end of the corridor. A glimmer of hope flickers in his weary eyes as he spots an elevator, its doors beckoning him forward. He approaches the metallic entrance, a brief respite from the oppressive darkness that surrounds him. With a trembling hand, Blizzard reaches out to press the button, the elevator doors slide open, revealing a hollow chamber awaiting his presence
Blizzard's breaths become strained as he feels the relentless pain in his lower chest area. The sharp crystals that have grown within his body, threatening to collide with his vital organs, continue to cause excruciating agony. Every movement is a reminder of his limited time, as the countdown of his remaining minutes ticks away. Despite the pain, Blizzard knows he must press on, for the fate of Kingdom Hearts hangs in the balance.
With great effort, Blizzard manages to squeeze his altered form into the elevator. The tight space amplifies the discomfort, the crystals on his back pressing against his spine with each jostle and movement. He winces, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he braces himself for the ascension.
Looking at the buttons before him, the number VII stands out the ultimate destination. It is the top floor of the Infinity Stronghold, where the leader of Organization 14th awaits, their malicious intent driving them to unlock the mysteries of Kingdom Hearts. Without hesitation, Blizzard stretches out his trembling hand, his fingers hovering over the VII button.
As the elevator ascends to the top floor of the Infinity Stronghold, Blizzard gazes at his reflection in the mirrored walls. The sight that greets him is indeed nightmarish. His body is a twisted amalgamation of flesh and crystal, with sharp protrusions jutting out at odd angles. The crystals continue to spread, enveloping his form with an otherworldly, unsettling aura.
In his altered form, Blizzard knows that he no longer resembles the person he once was. The sharp crystals jutting out from his body, the expanding wing that seems to consume his right arm, all evidence of the darkness that has consumed him. If anyone were to witness him now, they would recoil in horror, seeing him as an abomination, a creature born from the depths of nightmares.
The realization sinks in, causing a heavy feeling of resignation to wash over him. This is the price he has paid for revenge, for allowing his anger to consume him. The consequences of his choices are etched into his very being, a constant reminder of the path he has chosen. Resigned to his fate, Blizzard braces himself for what awaits him on the top floor. He knows that it might be his last battle. But he is prepared to face it, to confront the leader of Organization 14th.
As the elevator doors open, Blizzard is met with darkness, obscuring his surroundings. With caution, he takes a step forward and realizes that he is standing on a ramp. Confusion sets in as he realizes that the ramp is in fact a stairway leading to the top floor of Organization 14th. The darkness envelops the area, making it difficult to see what lies ahead.
Reaching the top of the staircase, Blizzard steps onto a vast platform that seems to extend infinitely into the boundless expanse of the Hyper Verse. The scene before him is awe-inspiring, with no ceiling to restrict his view. The top floor of the Infinity Stronghold feels both grand and foreboding, its wide-open space filled with an air of secrecy and anticipation.
In the center of this expansive area stands a colossal, towering gate. It is pristine white, adorned with intricate symbols that seem to pulse with a mysterious energy. The gate stands alone, devoid of any structure or wall behind it. It looms before Blizzard, an enigmatic presence that beckons him forward.
As he takes in the scene, Blizzard notices the presence of advanced machinery surrounding the gate. Beams of light emanate from these devices, casting an otherworldly glow on the area. These artifacts, undoubtedly utilized by Organization 14th for their nefarious purposes, create an aura of foreboding and anticipation.
As Blizzard approaches the colossal white gate, the leader of Organization 14th emerges from the shadows. Their eyes widen as they take in Blizzard's appearance, the sharp crystals jutting out of his body and the ethereal wing extending from his back. A mix of surprise and disdain crosses their face.
Leader: Is this Keyblade Wielder even human? Such a grotesque manifestation of power... You have become.
Blizzard, undeterred by the leader's comment, smirks and responds in a mocking tone.
Blizzard: Human? Well, that's a funny question coming from someone who isn't even human themselves. More like a Nobody, wouldn't you say?
The leader of Organization 14th remains composed, undeterred by Blizzard's mocking retort. Their expression remains serene as they respond.
Leader: Whether I am human or not is inconsequential. What matters is the purpose I serve, the goals I strive to achieve. Labels such as 'human' or 'nobody' hold no significance in the grand scheme of things. What matters is the opening of Kingdom Hearts, the ultimate power I seek.
Blizzard: Kingdom Hearts? I couldn't care less about your petty ambitions. I've endured far too much, lost so many. I came here for one reason and one reason only!
Leader: What was the point of declaring an Intergalactic War? To unite humanity against us then? Surely it was all to obtain Kingdom Hearts. And yet, here you stand, not driven by the grand vision you once proclaimed, but by your own personal desires. How interesting.
Blizzard: You're right. At first, I sought the same goals as you did. But after learning the truth from Asukazen, my perspective changed. Kingdom Hearts no longer holds any value to me.
The Leader of Organization 14th appears confused, trying to piece together the puzzle.
Leader: Asukazen? Ah, you must be referring to the second Keyblade Wielder who accompanied you here. What happened to him?
Blizzard's tone turns cold and resolute.
Blizzard: I killed him, shattered his heart into nothing. Asukazen manipulated me, fueled by envy and revenge. He used me to further his own twisted agenda. Now, I stand alone.
The Leader of Organization 14th lets out a mocking laugh, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Leader: Ah, eliminating such a precious ally. Quite a mass miscalculation wouldn't you agree? Such emotional decisions can be your downfall.
Blizzard's voice remains steady, devoid of remorse.
Blizzard: I don't regret it. Asukazen got what he deserved! He betrayed me and caused the loss of everything dear to me! I am alone now, but I don't need him. I don't need anyone!
The Leader of Organization 14th mocks Blizzard with a cold, sarcastic tone.
Leader of Organization 14th: How foolish you are. With Asukazen by your side, perhaps you would have stood a chance, pitiful. But then again, why did you come here, Keyblade Wielder? What was the purpose of your journey?
Blizzard's eyes narrow as he recalls the painful memories.
Blizzard: I came here to avenge Buddy. I watched as you killed it, as you took away my companion, my friend.
Leader: Ah, so all of this, this intergalactic war, is just for avenging a mere creature? How amusing, how childish.
Blizzard's voice grows firm, his anger palpable.
Blizzard: It was not just a Dream Eater! Buddy was my friend, my companion. You took everything from me. You even killed Yen-Sid! If I'm going to lose my own life here, then I'll make sure to take you down with me. No one here will open Kingdom Hearts. I won't allow it.
The Leader of Organization 14th raises his hand, summoning a long katana into his grasp. With a cold gaze, he speaks to Blizzard.
Dorval: Do not mistake your accomplishments, Keyblade Wielder. You may have eliminated all of my members, but it matters not. Kingdom Hearts will be opened, and nearly a century of our hard work will not be in vain. The name is Dorval. I will not tolerate any interference.
Blizzard and Dorval launch themselves towards each other with incredible speed. Dorval's long katana gleams in the air as he aims to strike Blizzard with lethal precision. Blizzard's Crystalbound state grants him boundless stamina, but he knows he must end the battle swiftly to conserve his remaining time.
Their blades clash with a resounding impact, sending sparks flying in all directions. The force of their collision creates a shockwave that reverberates through the wide-open space of the top floor. The intensity of their clash is palpable as they exchange blows with lightning-fast movements.
Dorval's katana slashes through the air, aiming for vital spots on Blizzard's body. Blizzard, his reflexes heightened by his Crystalbound state, narrowly avoids each strike, using his Keyblades to parry and counter with precise and calculated strikes of his own.
Their battle becomes a mesmerizing dance of steel and magic, with each combatant pushing their limits. Blizzard's crystal-encased wing extends and retracts, adding an extra dimension to his movements. Dorval's swift and precise strikes showcase his mastery of the katana.
Dorval's long katana finds its mark, inflicting a critical stab on Blizzard's Iliopsoas. The impact sends shockwaves of pain coursing through him, but his CrystalBound state immediately begins to heal the wound. As Blizzard's body regenerates, sharp crystals burst forth from his flesh, intertwining with his crystal-encased wing. The transformation continues, threatening to cover his face and expand further down his arm.
Dorval watches the unsettling metamorphosis with a mix of fascination and disgust. Even as a Nobody, he can still experience a sense of repulsion at the body-horror unfolding before his very eyes. He smirks, recognizing the desperation in Blizzard's actions.
Dorval: You must be truly desperate to resort to such a grotesque form. (Dorval remarks, his voice laced with a combination of curiosity and disdain.) Is this how low you've sunk? Willing to sacrifice your own humanity for a fleeting chance at victory? It seems you have lost sight of what it means to be a Keyblade Wielder.
Blizzard's expression remains resolute, his eyes gleaming with a fiery determination. The Cycle of Hatred has consumed him, leaving little room for anything else.
Dorval, undeterred by Blizzard's transformation, takes up a defensive stance, his katana poised to deflect any oncoming attacks. The clash of their wills and the clash of their weapons reverberate through the empty expanse of the top floor, a testament to their determination and unwavering resolve.
Blizzard, consumed by his deep-seated hatred and desire for vengeance, responds with a voice laced with venom
Blizzard: Desperate? No, this is the price I'm willing to pay to see you destroyed. (It seems that the only thing that matters to him now, is eliminating the Leader of Organization 14th before his own inevitable demise.)
Blizzard's anger and hatred fuel his every strike, his Keyblades becoming extensions of his wrath. With each swing, he seeks to bring about Dorval's demise. The clash of 'Frostbite' and 'Inferno' against Dorval's katana sends sparks flying, their blades locking in a deadly dance.
Blizzard's movements become more fluid, his reflexes honed to match Dorval's lightning-fast attacks. He anticipates each strike, countering with his own precise and devastating blows. 'Frostbite' unleashes icy tendrils that wrap around Dorval, freezing him in place, while 'Inferno' engulfs him in a blazing 'Inferno,' scorching his very essence.
Dorval convulses in pain, his body trapped between the biting cold and searing heat. The conflicting elements wage war within him, tearing at his very being. His composed facade crumbles, revealing the agony beneath.
Blizzard, fueled by his relentless hatred, does not relent. He continues his onslaught, pushing Dorval to the brink of despair. With every strike, he inflicts more damage, leaving Dorval battered and broken. But even in the face of such suffering, Dorval refuses to yield.
With a burst of energy, Dorval manages to break free from the icy shackles, shattering the frozen armor that had briefly held him captive. He retaliates with a swift and powerful horizontal strike.
Blizzard, caught off guard by the sudden counterattack, is struck with immense force. The impact sends him sprawling across the expansive floor of the top floor, leaving a trail of crystals in his wake. His body trembles with pain, but the Crystalbound state immediately begins its work, healing his wounds and preparing him for the next clash.
Dorval's combat prowess expands further as he summons a second Long Katana, now wielding one in each hand. His fighting style becomes even more intricate and formidable, catching Blizzard off guard. The Leader of Organization 14th charges at Blizzard with a new stance, his arms and hands poised in a unique position, ready to strike.
Blizzard's eyes widen in horror as he realizes the gravity of the situation. In a desperate attempt to evade the impending strike, he leaps high into the air, seeking refuge from the dual-wielding onslaught. However, much to his dismay, the Dorval he saw charging at him disappears in an instant, leaving only an afterimage in his wake.
In a sudden twist of fate, Blizzard finds himself defenseless as Dorval materializes behind him in mid-air. Before he can react, the two katanas sweep in a lethal X motion, slashing through the air with blinding speed. The blades find their mark, tearing through Blizzard's body, and sending him hurtling toward the floor of the Infinity Stronghold.
The impact is bone-shattering as Blizzard crashes to the ground, a trail of crystals marking his violent descent. His body lies sprawled near the towering white gate, blood seeping from his wounds. The pain courses through his being, but the Crystalbound state immediately begins its work, hastening his recovery.
As the dust settles, Dorval lands gracefully, his presence looming over Blizzard. A sardonic smile graces his lips, the victory of that devastating strike etched in his eyes. The fight is far from over, and both combatants understand the stakes are higher than ever.
Blizzard, consumed by his hatred and driven by the imminent countdown of his own demise, pushes through the pain and agony that courses through his body. Sharp crystals now erupt from his spine, causing him to wince in torment. With only 20 minutes left to live, he knows he must bring this fight to a swift conclusion.
Summoning every ounce of his remaining strength, Blizzard charges at Dorval once again. The burning fury within him fuels his strikes, as he relentlessly attacks with his Keyblades, 'Frostbite' and 'Inferno.' Each swing is infused with his seething rage, seeking to carve through his opponent and exact his revenge.
The clash of metal reverberates through the open expanse of the top floor of the Infinity Stronghold. Blizzard's movements are fueled by pure hatred, his attacks relentless and unyielding. Dorval, though taken aback by the sheer intensity of his opponent's assault, expertly defends himself with his dual-wielded katanas.
The battle reaches its climax, as Blizzard and Dorval engage in a deadly dance of blades. Each strike carries the weight of a life nearing its end, as the Crystalbound state continues to both sustain and drain him. Blizzard fights with a desperate ferocity, knowing that time is rapidly slipping away.
Blizzard, with only 18 minutes remaining in his own life, channels his desperation into a powerful technique with his two Keyblades, 'Frostbite' and 'Inferno.' The air crackles with energy as he gathers his remaining strength, his crystalline form radiating with a blinding light.
With a fierce battle cry, Blizzard charges towards Dorval, his Keyblades spinning in a synchronized dance of destruction. As he reaches his opponent, he launches himself into the air, flipping and twisting with extraordinary agility. In a breathtaking display of acrobatics and precision, he weaves a complex pattern with his Keyblades, leaving trails of icy and fiery energy in his wake.
With a final surge of power, Blizzard brings his Keyblades together, unleashing a devastating attack. The blades merge into a single, swirling tempest of ice and fire, encapsulating the area around him. The frigid cold and scorching heat combine into a cataclysmic force that engulfs Dorval.
The force of the technique propels Dorval backwards, his body hurtling across the top floor of the Infinity Stronghold. He crashes into a nearby wall with a resounding impact, preventing him from plummeting into the void of the Hyper Verse. Dust and debris fill the air, obscuring the aftermath of the devastating attack.
As Dorval rises from the debris, his body unscathed by the devastating attack, a calm and composed expression rests upon his face. He dusts off his attire, dismissing the remnants of the battle as inconveniences. With an air of nonchalance, he discards his two long katanas, allowing them to clatter to the ground.
Dorval: Well, it seems I have no choice but to unveil my Second Form. (Dorval says, his voice dripping with a calm yet unsettling tone.)
Blizzard's eyes widen in disbelief, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. He had thought he had pushed Dorval to his limits, but it appears that the enigmatic leader of Organization 14th was like Yamabe.
Dorval: You thought I was just a mere swordsman, didn't you? (Dorval continues, a faint smile playing on his lips.) There's more to me than meets the eye, Keyblade Wielder.
As Dorval snaps his fingers, a powerful surge of energy resonates throughout the top floor of the Infinity Stronghold. The surroundings are engulfed in a blinding flash of white light, momentarily obscuring Blizzard's vision.
When the brilliance fades, Blizzard finds himself standing on a massive circular platform suspended high above the top floor of the Infinity Stronghold. The platform, floating in the vast expanse, restricts his movement and keeps him captive within its confines. The gravity of the situation becomes more palpable as Blizzard's gaze scans the area, taking in his surroundings.
A thunderous roar reverberates through the air, originating from below the platform. Blizzard's attention is drawn to the source of the sound as four metallic dragons come into view. They soar around him in a mesmerizing display of power and agility, their singular tails intertwined like a complex chain. The dragons circle the platform, their eyes fixed upon Blizzard with an aura of indifference, as if unimpressed by his previous skills and prowess.
With precise movements, each dragon aligns their legs, attaching themselves to the circular platform. They cross their four arms in unison, their imposing forms radiating an intimidating presence. A silence descends upon the area, punctuated only by the distant hum of energy and the faint beating of Blizzard's heart.
Blizzard stands on the circular platform, surrounded by the imposing presence of the Four Metallic Dragons. His eyes dart between each dragon, their metallic forms glistening in the ambient light. The dragons' crossed arm to suggest an air of arrogance and confidence, as if they find Blizzard unworthy of immediate attention.
Blizzard's mind races, trying to come up with a strategy, but with only 16 minutes remaining, he knows time is not on his side. The weight of the impending battle bears down upon him, his heart pounding in his chest.
As Blizzard prepares to make his move, planning to strike at one of the metallic dragons, a sudden movement catches his attention. One of the four metallic dragons abruptly raises its four arms, a signal that forebodes danger. In an instant, a tremendous explosion engulfs the circular platform, consuming Blizzard within its fiery embrace. Agony courses through his crystalline form, a searing pain that momentarily overwhelms his senses.
Despite the excruciating pain, Blizzard's CrystalBound state ensures that he quickly regenerates from the injuries inflicted by the explosion. However, the regeneration only exacerbates the growth of sharp crystals, which burst forth from his body, their jagged edges further encroaching upon his vitality. The countdown continues to dwindle, leaving Blizzard with a sense of urgency as he grapples with his diminishing time.
Blizzard grits his teeth, his expression of anguish. He understands the futility of his current predicament, trapped within this battle against Dorval's second form and his formidable metallic dragons.
The metallic dragons remain steadfast, their collective gaze fixed upon Blizzard. It is as if they are silently taunting him, their lack of reaction or aggression serving to further fuel his frustration. With time slipping away and the odds stacked against him, Blizzard knows that every passing second brings him closer to his ultimate demise.
Blizzard's desperation drives him to launch his two Keyblades towards one of the four metallic dragons, determined to inflict some damage. But before his attack can reach its target, Dorval's voice echoes in his mind.
Dorval: Resistance is futile. (Dorval's voice resonates in Blizzard's thoughts, a cold and devoid of emotion.)
In response, all four metallic dragons raise their four arms, channeling an immense surge of power. An explosion spell of unparalleled magnitude engulfs the circular platform, dwarfing the previous blast in intensity.
Blizzard's desperate attempt to cast the Reflect spell proves futile. The overwhelming force of the explosion catches him off guard, leaving him defenseless. He screams in agonizing pain as the nuclear-like explosion engulfs him, consuming his crystalline form. The Crystalbound state, reaching its limit, is unable to regenerate him from the devastating impact.
The scene transitions to Blizzard, now fallen on the top floor of the Infinity Stronghold near the towering white gate. His body lies motionless, the burns etching deep into his being. The pain, the radiation, it's unbearable. The realization dawns upon him that this is the end, his strength drained, his body broken.
Dorval, having reverted to his base form, approaches Blizzard with an air of calmness. He steps forward, his black cloaked figure looming over Blizzard's weakened form. With a subtle yet confident voice, Dorval begins to speak, knowing that the Crystalbound countdown is nearly it's final minutes.
Dorval: It was inevitable, my dear Keyblade Wielder. The countdown has come to an end, and now, the time has arrived. In just a mere minute, Kingdom Hearts will be opened, and the power it holds will be mine to command.
Blizzard, lying motionless on the floor, gazes up at Dorval with a mixture of defiance and resignation. He knows his time is up, and Dorval's words only serve to confirm the grim reality before him. As Dorval raises his katana, poised to strike the final blow, Blizzard musters whatever strength he has left to respond.
Blizzard: Curse you...
Dorval: Blizzard (Dorval begins, his voice laced with a mixture of coldness and amusement.) You has failed. Now you will face my judgement, goodbye Keyblade Wielder, you were pathetic until the very end.
Blizzard's tears flow uncontrollably as he listens to Dorval's words, his heart heavy with despair. In a final act of desperation, Blizzard lets out a gut-wrenching scream.
Dorval's smirk widens, reveling in Blizzard's defiant words. Without a hint of remorse, he swiftly brings down his katana, slashing through Blizzard's vulnerable form. The blade cuts through him with merciless precision, disintegrating his body into fragments. All that remains is Blizzard's heart, suspended in the air, pulsating with fading life.
Dorval: Your defiance means nothing now, Blizzard. Your existence ends here, but your heart... Oh, your heart will provide a valuable contribution to my cause.
As Blizzard's consciousness fades into darkness, his heart continues its descent. The surroundings are engulfed in an endless void, echoing with the weight of his regrets and despair. Thoughts and memories slip away, leaving only a lingering feeling of emptiness.
He remembers the joyous days of his odyssey, when the world seemed full of endless possibilities. The laughter and camaraderie he shared with his companions fill his thoughts, contrasting sharply with the grim reality of his current state. The weight of failure and the burden of his actions press heavily upon him, as if the very darkness that engulfs him is a reflection of his own soul.
The darkness consumes him, obscuring any remnants of hope. He contemplates the path he had chosen, the choices he had made and wonders if there was any other way. Regret courses through his being as he reflects on the lives lost, the pain inflicted, and the shattered dreams that now lie in ruins.
As his thoughts fade into nothingness, Blizzard is left with a lingering sense of what could have been. The echoes of his existence dissolve into the abyss, leaving behind only a profound emptiness. The tale of Blizzard, the fallen Keyblade Wielder consumed by the endless cycle, fades into obscurity, a tragic reminder of the devastating consequences that can arise from the choices made in the depths of despair. His story, marked by tragedy and a relentless pursuit of vengeance, comes to an end. Only echoes of his existence remain, a reminder of the consequences that await those consumed by the never-ending cycle of hatred.
'In the aftermath of the events that unfolded within the Hyper Verse, a powerful gate of light was indeed opened. However, it was wielded by four individuals who had chosen darkness as a means to punish humanity for their perceived sins. Their actions had dire consequences that rippled across the Locked Worlds. As the gate expanded, its radiance cast a dark shadow over the Locked Worlds, engulfing them in a reign of tyranny.
One man, whose name is forbidden to be uttered, seized control over each Locked World, establishing his dominion with an iron fist. The Mindless Nobodies and Heartless, once mere manifestations of darkness, became the arbiters of his oppressive rule. The worlds that were once filled with life and vitality now withered under the weight of his malevolence.
Amidst this chaos, there were children who had unknowingly touched the Keyblade, passed down from a Keyblade Wielder that has now long fallen. The awakening of the Keyblade within these children held the potential for hope, but without proper guidance and knowledge, they too were susceptible to the seductive lure of darkness. Unaware of the immense responsibility that came with their newfound power, they were likely to succumb to the same fate as those before them. As a result, the Hyper Verse spiraled further into instability and devastation.
Hope flickered, overshadowed by the relentless grip of despair. The consequences of these events were far-reaching, casting a shadow over the entire Hyper Verse. The lives of countless beings, innocent and corrupted alike, faced an uncertain future. The tyranny of the darkness threatened to extinguish all light, and the ominous prophecy of the end loomed ominously.
An age of Darkness!'
[EXTINGUISHED END.]