Asukazen watched with a mix of fear and resignation as Blizzard charged towards him, his two Keyblades gleaming with deadly intent. Closing his eyes, Asukazen braced himself for the inevitable strike. He had accepted his fate, believing that Blizzard would continue the cycle of hatred and seek revenge for the pain he had caused.
Silence filled the room as seconds stretched into eternity. Asukazen waited, his heart pounding in his chest. But to his surprise, there was no impact, no pain. Confusion clouded his mind as he cautiously opened his eyes, only to see Blizzard trembling. His legs and arms shook, and his grip on the Keyblades wavered. Asukazen couldn't understand why Blizzard hadn't struck him down yet, why he hadn't continued the cycle of hatred that they had been trapped in.
Frustration began to well up inside Asukazen. He had expected Blizzard to seek revenge, to continue the pattern. It was what Asukazen himself would have done in Blizzard's position out of sheer desperation. But now, faced with Blizzard's hesitation, he couldn't comprehend the change in course.
Asukazen wondered, almost in disbelief.
Asukazen: (in his mind) Why hasn't he killed me yet? Why does he hesitate?} (The moment hung in the air, the silence filled with questions and uncertainty. Asukazen's mind raced, trying to make sense of this unexpected turn of events.
Asukazen's mind raced, desperately searching for an explanation. Had something changed within Blizzard? Had his own actions and words sparked a moment of hesitation? Questions swirled in Asukazen's mind, but he found no immediate answers. All he could do was observe, his eyes fixed on Blizzard as he grappled with his inner turmoil. He stared at Blizzard, his eyes filled with confusion and frustration. Blizzard's tears were streaming down his face, and Asukazen couldn't understand why. He had expected Blizzard to exact his revenge, to kill him. But instead, Blizzard hesitated.
Asukazen: Why?! (Asukazen questioned, his voice tinged with disbelief.) Why do you hesitate, Blizzard? You don't have much time left. If you want to reach the top floor of the Infinity Stronghold, you must act now. Killing me is the only way!
Blizzard's tear-streaked face contorted in response to Asukazen's frustration. He argued back.
Blizzard: This isn't what they would have wanted if they were here.
Asukazen was taken aback by this response. They had just fought on the brink of death. Blizzard had learned the truth, that Asukazen had orchestrated the death of Blizzard's companions both directly and indirectly, manipulating him to feel and understand his own anguish out of envy. And yet, despite it all, Blizzard hesitated.
Blizzard's hands trembled as he tightly gripped his Keyblades. The anger and desire to kill Asukazen coursed through his veins, urging him to strike a final blow. But as he looked into Asukazen's eyes, memories of his friends flooded his mind. John, Yen-Sid, and his Dream Eater-their faces flashed before him, reminding him of their values and the bonds they shared. He couldn't ignore their influence, their teachings.
His grip loosened, and with a deep breath, Blizzard made a decision. He threw both Keyblades across the white room of the Meeting Room in the Infinity Stronghold. They clattered to the floor, their echoes reverberating through the air. The weight of his choice hung heavy upon him.
Blizzard: No (Blizzard declared.)
Blizzard: You caused me immense pain, Asukazen, but I won't stoop to the level of vengeance. If I were to annihilate you, I would be no better than anyone else. I've thought about it. (Blizzard spoke, his voice filled with wretchedness.) If John, Yen-Sid and Buddy were here, this is not what they would have wanted. Even your Dream Eater, it would never have desired this. The endless cycle ends here. No more!
Asukazen's eyes widened in shock, his expectation of imminent death shattered. He couldn't comprehend the forgiveness in Blizzard's words. His mind raced to process the sudden turn of events. He had planned for retaliation, expected Blizzard to deliver the final blow. But now, faced with forgiveness, Asukazen found himself at a loss for words. His frustration boiled over, and he couldn't comprehend the turn of events unfolding before him. The envy that had driven his every action now consumed him entirely. Tears streamed down his face as he confronted Blizzard with a mixture of anger and despair.
Asukazen: This is not how it's supposed to be! (Asukazen's voice trembled with frustration.) You were never meant to forgive me, Blizzard. You were meant to destroy me, to avenge all the pain I caused you!
His words echoed through the empty room, filled with bitterness and resentment. Asukazen's face contorted with anguish as he struggled to accept the unfairness of the situation. Revenge and resentment had guided his every step for over 13 years, and now it seemed as though fate had dealt him an unexpected hand.
Asukazen: Why? Why am I not allowed to die? (Asukazen's voice cracked, his anguish seeping through.) This isn't fair! I am tainted, consumed by my own envy. I don't deserve forgiveness!
Blizzard's voice trembled with a mix of agony and sorrow as he responded to Asukazen's frustration.
Blizzard: I won't give in to the envy, Asukazen. If we truly want our companions to rest easy, we cannot succumb to hatred any longer. The only way forward is to work together as allies, to fight until the very end, and reach Kingdom Hearts.
Asukazen's frustration grew, and he couldn't understand why Blizzard would extend a hand of forgiveness and understanding towards him. It seemed unjust, almost like a punishment for his actions.
Asukazen: What the fuck wrong with you?! (Asukazen muttered, his voice filled with frustration.) Why should I be forgiven? You want me to believe that I deserve a second chance? That we can be allies after everything I've done?! It's not right!
Blizzard's gaze remained unwavering as he met Asukazen's eyes. He spoke with a mixture of agony and sorrow.
Blizzard: We both suffered, Asukazen. Perhaps, in the end, you deserve understanding too. We can't change the past, but we can choose how we move forward. Let's put aside our hatred and work together towards our common goal.
Asukazen, now consumed by frustration and driven by revenge, slowly rose to his feet. Sharp crystals protruded from his body, mirroring Blizzard's own transformation. Their singular crystal wing expanded on their shoulders and arms, reflecting the limited time that they had left. Asukazen's voice carried a cold tone as he addressed Blizzard.
Asukazen: Fine, then. Whatever! Just remember, Blizzard. (Asukazen's words dripped with venomous challenge.) We wasted three precious minutes of our lives talking. You should have killed me when you had the chance. Don't come to regret this decision.
Blizzard understood the underlying resentment in Asukazen's words. He knew that Asukazen was putting up a cold front, not wanting to expose his vulnerability too much. Deep down, Blizzard recognized that Asukazen was more sensitive than he let on. The situation felt surreal to Asukazen, who had expected Blizzard to kill him four minutes ago.
And thus, the endless cycle ends here.
Asukazen and Blizzard sprinted through the labyrinthine corridors of the Sixth Floor of the Infinity Stronghold. Their bodies, adorned with sharp crystals and singular wings, made them appear imposing and formidable. The countdown continued mercilessly, their time rapidly dwindling.
The air echoed with the sound of their footsteps, a symphony of urgency and desperation. Their hearts pounded in their chests as they navigated the complex maze of hallways, their eyes scanning for any signs or obstacles that could hinder their progress.
Finally, at the end of a long corridor, they reached a massive elevator. It towered before them, its doors beckoning them to step inside. However, their enlarged forms posed a challenge. The singular crystal wings that sprouted from their backs made maneuvering difficult, threatening to scrape against the elevator walls.
With a shared understanding, Asukazen and Blizzard squeezed themselves through the narrow entrance of the elevator, their singular crystal wings scraping against the walls as they found a way to fit. The space inside was cramped, leaving little room for movement.
Asukazen's hand reached out and pressed the button labeled 'VII' on the elevator panel. The elevator doors closed with a mechanical hiss, sealing them inside their temporary sanctuary. The ascent began, and with each passing floor, their hearts raced faster.
Time seemed to stretch in that confined space, the weight of their impending crystallization hanging over them. The silence between them was heavy, filled with unspoken fears and uncertain destinies. The countdown continued, reminding them of the fleeting moments they had left.
As the elevator ascended, Blizzard and Asukazen caught a glimpse of their distorted reflections in the mirrored walls. The sight that met their eyes was indeed nightmarish. Their bodies had become a grotesque fusion of flesh and crystal, a twisted amalgamation of their former selves. Sharp crystals and jagged protrusions jutted out at odd angles, growing out of their flesh, filling them with agony, giving them an otherworldly and unsettling appearance.
The singular crystal wings on their back continued to spread on their shoulders, their relentless advance devouring their forms with a relentless hunger. The once familiar contours of their bodies were now obscured by this eerie manifestation of their impending fate. Each passing minute brought them closer to the crystallization that awaited them, and the anxiety in the elevator grew palpable.
Blizzard and Asukazen couldn't help but be reminded of the limited time they had left. The countdown echoed in their minds, a constant reminder of their mortality. With every breath, they could feel the crystals encroaching further, a stark reminder of the impending demise that awaited them.
As the elevator doors slid open, Blizzard and Asukazen were greeted by an oppressive darkness that shrouded their surroundings. The absence of light made it difficult to discern what lay beyond the elevator's threshold. They cautiously stepped forward, their senses heightened and on high alert.
As they ventured out, their eyes gradually adjusted to the dimly lit environment. They soon realized that the seemingly solid ground beneath their feet was, in fact, a ramp leading upward. Each step brought them closer to their ultimate destination, yet the darkness persisted, obscuring their view.
After what feels like an eternity, they finally reach the bottom of the ramp. As they look up, their eyes widen in disbelief. Instead of finding a solid floor, they step onto a vast platform that seems to extend infinitely into the boundless expanse of the Hyper Verse. The sight before them is breathtaking.
The top floor of the Infinity Stronghold stretches out before them, its open space devoid of any ceiling. It feels both grand and foreboding, as if holding the weight of untold secrets. The air crackles with an electric anticipation, adding to the sense of mystery that fills the atmosphere.
Standing prominently in the center of this vast expanse is a colossal gate, towering above them with an imposing presence. The gate is pristine white, its surface adorned with intricate symbols that seem to pulsate with an otherworldly energy. It stands alone, as if guarding a hidden realm beyond.
As Blizzard and Asukazen approach the colossal white gate, a figure steps forward from the shadows, revealing themselves as the leader of Organization 14th. Their presence emanates an air of authority and superiority, their eyes scanning Blizzard and Asukazen's transformed forms with a mix of surprise and disdain.
A mix of surprise and disdain crosses the leader's face as they gaze upon the Keyblade Wielders. Their voice drips with a hint of contempt as they speak, questioning the nature of Blizzard's and Asukazen's transformation.
Leader: Are these Keyblade Wielders even human? Such a grotesque manifestation of power... You both have become...
Blizzard and Asukazen remain silent, their gazes locked onto the leader. They are acutely aware of their deteriorating bodies, the crystals spreading further with each passing moment. The weight of their impending fate hangs heavily in the air.
Asukazen couldn't contain his frustration any longer. He shouted at the leader of Organization 14th.
Asukazen: Tell me, where is Xalvador?!
Blizzard and the leader of Organization 14th exchanged confused glances. It became evident that neither of them knew who Xalvador was. The leader of Organization 14th, known as Dorval, had expected Asukazen to have joined forces with Blizzard to eradicate him and claim Kingdom Hearts. But it was clear that Asukazen's primary objective was something else entirely.
Dorval: Xalvador? I'm afraid I have no knowledge of anyone by that name. What are you talking about?
Asukazen's finger pointed accusingly at the leader of Organization 14th, Dorval. His eyes burned with a mixture of rage and desperation.
Asukazen: Don't play dumb, Xalvador! I know it's you!
Dorval: Keyblade Wielder, you have lost your mind. I am Dorval, the leader of Organization 14th. I don't know who this Xalvador is, and I certainly don't have any connection to your past grievances, and you are mistaken if you think I am connected to him. You're letting your desire for revenge cloud your judgment.
Blizzard: Asukazen, please! We don't have too much time left. We need to focus. Xalvador or not, our goal remains the same!
Asukazen's anger wavered for a moment as Blizzard's words reached him. He knew deep down that focusing on revenge would only hinder their chances of success. With a deep breath, he reluctantly calmed himself.
As Blizzard and Asukazen charged forward, their Keyblades clashed against Dorval's katana. The clash of steel reverberated through the vast expanse of the top floor, each strike filled with desperation and resolve.
Blizzard and Asukazen moved with agility and precision, their Keyblades clashing against Dorval's katana. The air crackled with the intensity of their battle, each strike echoing throughout the vast chamber.
Blizzard's Keyblades, 'Frostbite' and 'Inferno,'exuded icy and fiery energy as he unleashed swift and calculated attacks. He danced around Dorval, his movements fluid and graceful, aiming to exploit any opening in his defense.
Asukazen's Keyblades glimmered with an otherworldly aura as he unleashed a flurry of strikes, his movements sharp and relentless. He focused on maintaining his composure, channeling his anger into controlled and strategic attacks.
Dorval, a skilled combatant in his own right, parried and countered their assaults with precision. His long katana sliced through the air, leaving trails of energy in its wake. He defended against Blizzard and Asukazen's relentless onslaught.
The clash of metal reverberated throughout the chamber as the three warriors fought with all their might. Time seemed to both slow down and speed up as they exchanged blows, each movement a testament to their dwindling time.
With less than 39 minutes remaining, the urgency and desperation fueled their movements. Every strike, parry, and dodge was executed with the knowledge that their time was running out. The battle between Blizzard, Asukazen, and Dorval intensified, each combatant pushing themselves to their limits.
Despair and a sense of impending doom loomed over them as they looked up at Dorval, his cold gaze fixed upon them. The battle was far from over, but with each passing moment, their chances of survival grew slimmer. The clock was ticking, and time was running out for Blizzard and Asukazen in their race against death.
In a moment of quick agility, Dorval dashed behind them, his katana slashing through the air with deadly accuracy. Despite their efforts, both Blizzard and Asukazen felt the searing pain as the blade made contact, sending them hurtling through the air. Their bodies crashed against the edge of the platform, their CrystalBound state amplifying the impact.
Gasping for breath and clutching their wounds, Blizzard and Asukazen struggled to regain their footing. The pain coursed through their bodies, a stark reminder of their fragile existence. Yet, amidst the despair and depression, they refused to succumb. Their eyes glimmered with a flicker of defiance, a refusal to let death claim them just yet.
As the sharp crystals burst forth from Blizzard's and Asukazen's bodies, intertwining with their crystal-encased wings, an unsettling aura surrounded them. The transformation continued, spreading across their forms with an otherworldly grace. Crystals crept up their arms and wrapped around their spines, weaving an intricate web of power and despair.
Dorval's smirk widened as he witnessed the body-horror unfolding before him. His fascination with their transformation mingled with a deep sense of repulsion, even as a Nobody.
Dorval: You both are truly desperate. (Dorval remarked, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and disdain.) To resort to such twisted measures... it only shows how futile this struggle is.
As Blizzard's and Asukazen's bodies contorted in pain, their grotesque transformation only intensified. The sharp crystals tore through their flesh, intertwining with their distorted singular crystal wings. Agonized screams echoed through the vast emptiness of the top floor, each cry a manifestation of their suffering.
Dorval, Unfazed by their harrowing appearance, adopted a defensive stance, his katana held steady. The clash of their weapons reverberated through the desolate space, a grim symphony of despair and anguish. Blizzard and Asukazen moved with an eerie fluidity, their reflexes driven by a numb resolve. Each strike was met with a calculated counter, their movements, a twisted dance of torment.
'Frostbite' unleashed icy tendrils, encasing Dorval in a freezing embrace, while Inferno engulfed him in scorching flames, searing his very essence. He convulsed in agony, caught between the merciless grip of cold and searing heat. The pain etched on his face revealed the crumbling facade of composure.
Yet, Dorval has refused to yield to the overwhelming despair. Summoning a surge of energy, he shattered the icy shackles, breaking free from their grasp. In a swift retaliation, he unleashed a ferocious strike, narrowly missing Asukazen's head.
As the battle raged on, Dorval's cunning and desperation pushed him to summon a second katana into his other hand. The air crackled with tension as he assumed a new, formidable posture, wielding both blades with deadly precision. Blizzard's eyes widened in horror, realizing the increased threat before them. In a swift motion, Asukazen leaned in closer to Blizzard, whispering a strategic plan in his ear. The details were conveyed quickly and quietly, their words lost amidst the chaos of their battle. With a nod of understanding, Blizzard prepared to face Dorval alone.
Without hesitation, Asukazen swiftly darted out of the way, positioning himself at a safe distance to observe the ensuing battle.
Blizzard, focused his attention on Dorval. With 'Frostbite' and 'Inferno,' in hand, he prepared to face the formidable opponent before him. Blizzard's mind raced as he recalled Asukazen's strategy, each word etching itself into his memory.
As Dorval attempted to dash forward, his sights set on Asukazen, Blizzard swiftly intercepted him, bringing his two Keyblades up in a defensive stance. With each clash, the sound of metal meeting metal reverberated through the air.
Sensing an opportunity, Blizzard channeled his energy, his movements becoming more fluid and calculated. He twirled his two Keyblades in a mesmerizing display of skill, creating a swirling vortex of frost and flames around him. The icy tendrils of 'Frostbite,' danced alongside the scorching blaze of 'Inferno,' intertwining in a deadly dance.
With a swift motion, Blizzard unleashed his technique. The two Keyblades swung in perfect synchronization, converging at a single point. He unleashed a cataclysmic explosion of fire and ice, a powerful elemental burst aimed directly at Dorval.
The resulting explosion engulfed the area, a blinding mix of scorching flames and freezing cold. The force of the blast sent Dorval hurtling across the top floor of the Infinity Stronghold, crashing into a nearby wall with a resounding impact.
As Dorval calmly rose to his feet, a chilling aura surrounded him, causing the temperature in the vicinity to drop. He brushed off the dust from his black hooded cloak, revealing a confident smile hidden beneath.
Dorval: It seems I have no choice but to reveal my Second Form. (Dorval declared with a calm demeanor. The air crackled with a surge of energy as he prepared to unleash his wrath.)
Blizzard's eyes widened in disbelief, realizing that Dorval possessed a hidden form, just like Yamabe from Organization 14th.
Blizzard: You... have another form?! (Blizzard questioned, his voice laced with uncertainty.)
As Blizzard glanced around, searching for Asukazen to warn him of the impending danger, to his surprise, Asukazen was nowhere to be found. Panic welled up within Blizzard as he realized that his companion had vanished in a matter of seconds.
Confusion and concern clouded Blizzard's mind as he tried to comprehend Asukazen's sudden disappearance. How could he have disappeared without a trace? The uncertainty only added to the mounting tension of the battle.
Dorval's smile widened as he observed Blizzard's distress. He tauntingly remarked.
Dorval: It seems your friend has abandoned you. Such a shame. But don't worry, you'll have the pleasure of experiencing my true power firsthand.
As Dorval stood on the precipice of activating his Second Form, his eyes widened and his mouth opened in shock. A scream of pain escaped his lips as an invisible force from behind lifted him off from the floor, his black hooded cloak stained with blood, causing him immense agony. It was as if he had been impaled by two powerful weapons in the back.
In that moment, the illusion magic of Asukazen faded away, revealing his presence as the orchestrator of this surprise attack. Asukazen, with a cunning smile on his face, spoke with a mixture of triumph and mockery.
Asukazen: Did you really think we would just stand here and wait for you to transform? This is real-life, this isn't any kind of anime where the villain gets to showcase their power. No, Dorval, you should have seen this coming when I was out of sight!
Asukazen forcefully throws Dorval off his Keyblades, sending him hurtling across the top floor of the Infinity Stronghold. Dorval's body crashes towards Blizzard, who stands ready to act. Asukazen's voice rings out, commanding Blizzard to take action.
Asukazen: Now!
Blizzard understood the gravity of the situation. He had one opportunity to land a critical strike, and he leaped high into the air, his Keyblades gleaming with intensity. Time seemed to slow as Blizzard descended upon Dorval, his movements precise and unwavering. In a single swift attack, his Keyblades sliced through Dorval's form, cutting him in two.
Dorval's agonized scream echoed through the top floor of the Infinity Stronghold as his body plummeted to the ground, crashing with a resounding thud. The battle had reached its climax, and Dorval lay defeatedly.
Asukazen and Blizzard approached the fallen form of Dorval, his body dissipating into particles of purple smoke. Despite his defeat, Dorval's voice carried with a mix of frustration and desperation.
Dorval: You may have annihilated me, but you have no idea what you've truly prevented! The power of Kingdom Hearts... it was within my grasp. If only I had activated my True power in time...
Asukazen glanced down at the dissipating smoke, his expression unmoved by Dorval's words. He knew there was something more significant at play, something beyond Dorval's ambitions.
Blizzard, however, couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity and concern. He turned to Asukazen, his voice laced with uncertainty.
Blizzard: What would have happened if we had failed to prevent Dorval from transforming?
Asukazen's gaze remained cold and detached as he responded, his words revealing the gravity of their situation.
Asukazen: We would have died. But that would not have been the end. Dorval would have most likely taken hold of our Hearts, corrupting or shattering them. In other words, we would have ceased to exist.
The weight of their near-fatal encounter settled upon them, both understanding the immense risks they had faced. They stood in silence, contemplating the precarious nature of their mission and the potential consequences of failure. Sweat trickled down their faces, a physical manifestation of the tension that had built within them. Suddenly, both Asukazen and Blizzard writhed in pain as the sharp crystals continued to grow out of their own flesh, encasing their bodies further. The excruciating sensation intensified with each passing moment, a stark reminder of their limited time remaining. Asukazen's voice strained with agony as he spoke to Blizzard, their voices filled with resignation.
Asukazen: Blizzard, we don't have much time left.
Blizzard's voice trembled with both pain and frustration.
Blizzard: This is... the end, isn't it?
Asukazen: It seems so. Our CrystalBound state has accelerated... they're reaching their limit. We have maybe... 11 minutes at most.
Asukazen and Blizzard's ears perked up as a strange noise pierced through the air, cutting through the veil of despair that had settled upon them. It was a sound, unlike anything they had heard before, a mixture of mechanical hum and ethereal resonance. The noise drew their attention towards the center of the area, where the White Tall Gate stood, its symbols glowing with an otherworldly radiance.
The once ceaseless barrage of machines, their beams of destructive energy, came to an abrupt halt. The sudden silence added an eerie quality to the atmosphere, intensifying their curiosity. Something significant was about to unfold before them.
The tall white gate seemed to respond to the cessation of the attacks, its surface vibrating with an unknown energy. Slowly, almost ceremoniously, it began to open, revealing a blinding expanse of pure white beyond. It was as if they were gazing into a void, an ethereal emptiness that pulsed with an enigmatic power.
Asukazen turned to Blizzard, his voice filled with a mix of awe and uncertainty.
Asukazen: Is this... Kingdom Hearts? (He asked, his words tinged with a hint of disbelief. The very notion of standing before the fabled heart of all worlds filled him trepidation.)
Blizzard's gaze met Asukazen's, his expression mirroring his own astonishment.
Blizzard: It could be. (he replied, his voice filled with a mixture of hope and caution.)
Asukazen's mind whirled with thoughts of the possibilities that lay beyond that enigmatic gateway. Could they truly reset reality, as they had wished for in their darkest moments? The conflicting wishes within their hearts emerged, with Blizzard yearning for a return to normalcy and Asukazen craving a world where the Dream World reigned supreme over reality.
Asukazen and Blizzard trudged forward, their bodies on the verge of death by the relentless growth of the sharp crystals and the impending doom of their CrystalBound state. Each step felt like a burden, the weight of their mortality pressing down upon them.
Their grotesque appearance made them feel like monsters, distorted by the very power obtained. They could feel the eyes of judgment upon them, both from others and from within themselves. But they had come too far to turn back now.
As they approached the Tall White Gate, a figure cloaked in black suddenly appeared before them. The sight was bewildering. How could there be another member of Organization 14th when they believed all of them to be dead?
Blizzard and Asukazen instinctively shouted for the figure to halt, but their pleas fell on deaf ears. The cloaked figure disappeared into the luminous expanse beyond the tall white gate, leaving them in a state of bewilderment. The sense of familiarity gnawed at Blizzard's mind, a nagging feeling that he knew this person, but the memories remained just out of reach.
Asukazen: Who was that?! (Asukazen questioned, his voice trembling with a mix of curiosity and concern.)
Blizzard struggled to find the words, his mind racing to unlock the forgotten memories.
Blizzard: I... I don't know. But there's something... something familiar about him. I can't remember... it's on the tip of my tongue.
Asukazen's eyes narrowed, his frustration mounting. Time was running out, and they were left with more questions than answers. The presence of this unknown figure only added to the complexity of their situation.
However, as the duo felt a growing sense of unease permeating the air above them, their instincts warning them of impending danger. Their gaze turned skyward, searching for the source of this anxiety. And then, in a horrifying twist of fate, they witnessed a streak of purple light hurtling towards them with unfathomable speed, like a blazing meteorite descending upon their location.
Asukazen's instinct kicked as his eyes widened in sheer terror as the realization of the impending catastrophe dawned upon him.
Asukazen: Blizzard, stay back! (Asukazen's voice strained with urgency, his words echoing through the vast emptiness of the top floor)
Without a second thought He propelled Blizzard away with all his might, sending him soaring across the expanse of the Infinity Stronghold.
But it was too late for Asukazen. His body trembled as the mysterious purple energy hurtled toward him with unstoppable force.
The impact was cataclysmic. The purple shooting star collided with the top floor of the Infinity Stronghold, unleashing a cataclysmic explosion. The sheer magnitude of the blast sent shockwaves throughout the entire gigantic tower, causing Blizzard to tremble with fear. The Tower, vast in size like a planet, teetered momentarily, threatening to collapse.
Disoriented and filled with a sense of dread, Blizzard struggled to regain his bearings amidst the chaos. The aftermath of the explosion left a thick fog enveloping the area, obscuring his vision. Panic gripped him as he frantically searched for any sign of Asukazen, but the haze made it impossible to see.
As the smoke began to dissipate, Blizzard strained his ears to listen for any sound, any indication of Asukazen's presence. It was then that a voice, unfamiliar to Blizzard, broke through the eerie silence. It carried an air of confidence and familiarity, as if echoing from a distant memory.
?: Ahh... It feels good to be back after so long. (The voice declared, its tone filled with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation.)
Blizzard's heart skipped a beat, his mind racing with questions. Who was this voice? What had transpired in those moments of chaos?
The smoke cleared, revealing a figure standing in the midst of the aftermath. Blizzard's heart sank as he locked eyes with the spiky white-haired teenager of his age, his orange eyes emanating a powerful darkness. Memories flooded back to Blizzard, memories of the Keyblade War and the name that had haunted Asukazen throughout their journey inside of the Infinity Stronghold-Xalvador.
Realization dawned upon Blizzard as he pieced together the fragments of his knowledge. Xalvador, the enigmatic figure who had sparked the Keyblade War and caused the 50 remaining surviving children to shatter reality because of his actions, near his death, had split himself into a Heartless and a Nobody. Now, after 119 long years, the Nobody part of Xalvador, known as Dorval, had been eliminated, reuniting Xalvador into his complete form.
A sense of dread washed over Blizzard as he comprehended the gravity of the situation. Xalvador, driven by his desire to punish humanity for its sins, stood before him. And in his gaze, Blizzard could sense a mixture of malice, purpose, and something else-recognition.
Xalvador's lips curled into a sinister smile as he addressed Blizzard, but it was not by his name. Instead, a name tied to a painful past.
Xalvador: Number 4. (Xalvador's voice echoed with a chilling tone.) It seems fate has reunited us once again.
Blizzard's mind raced as he absorbed the weight of Xalvador's words. The memories of his time as Number 4 on the 'Grand List.' A list that forced 1,000 children into military service, resurfaced. The scars of his past, the horrors he had endured, came rushing back with a vengeance.
Blizzard lay on the ground, his body encased in sharp crystals that extended from his flesh. The pain radiated through his entire being, a constant reminder of his limited time left to live. With only 9 minutes remaining due to his CrystalBound state, every second was precious.
He looked up, his gaze meeting Xalvador's unwavering stare. Xalvador's features were striking-a tan complexion that contrasted with his spiky white hair. But it was his eyes, he saw a coldness that sent shivers down his spine. Unlike Asukazen, there was no trace of guilt or a tragic past reflected in Xalvador's expression. He was a true monster, devoid of any redeeming qualities. It was clear that Xalvador reveled in his power, relished in the chaos he had sown.
Xalvador showed no surprise at Blizzard's appearance, the sharp crystals and the debilitating pain he endured. He remained calm and composed, as if this outcome was expected. A malicious smirk danced on his lips, revealing his true nature. His gaze pierced through Blizzard, a mere observer of his grotesque transformation. There was no surprise or shock in Xalvador's expression, as if he had anticipated Blizzard's appearance. It was clear that Xalvador was well-versed in the artifacts of the Keyblade War, understanding the twisted power they unleashed.
A cold, calculated smile spread across Xalvador's face as he spoke, his voice dripping with malice and superiority. He mocked Blizzard's predicament with the knowledge of his impending demise.
Xalvador: Such absurdity, Number 4. (Xalvador's words cut through the air like venom.) In a mere nine minutes, your existence will fade away. How pitiful that you should meet your end in such a wretched state.
As Xalvador finished speaking, it's was clear that the tone in his voice sent shivers down Blizzard's spine, each word punctuated with a sense of impending doom. Xalvador's lack of compassion and his unwavering confidence only deepened Blizzard's terror. In the depths of his fear, Blizzard knew that Xalvador would not hesitate to strike him down, here and now. The urgency of the moment overwhelmed him, igniting a desperate fire within.
Blizzard: I can't... die here. (Blizzard whispered to himself, his voice trembling.) I have to... move... damn it!
(9 Minutes and 14 seconds remaining.)