I do apoligize for the slight delay, this week was quite busy IRL. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this chapter and do let me know what you think.
Darkness clouded his vision, a shadowy visage which could only be described as unsettling. For what seemed like eternity, the silence in this dark place was permeated only by the sound of his breathing. Soon enough though, new sounds assailed his ears, gunfire, the sounds of battle, the screams of the dying.
He then witnessed a series of visions, thirteen figures concealed in black cloaks, a bald human man hunched over with age, but with a sadistic glint in his sickly yellow eyes and a smile on his face as countless worlds burned under the onslaught of countless entities. Civilians of countless races terrified and desperate, a single question echoing in his mind again and again.
"What do we do!?"
"What do we do!?"
"What do we do!?"
"What do we do!?"
Suddenly, Logan snapped back to reality, a marine hunched over him as a mortar round exploded overhead. "WHAT THE HELL DO WE DO NOW SIR!?"
Quickly standing back up, he was relieved to see that he wasn't out for long. The battle line was still holding, but the giant was still causing havoc, with no known means of countering it. But before before he could come up with an answer, his attention was drawn to something in his hand, a blade of strange make, black with gold etchings and a design of Gothic style in the shape of...a key?
**Use the Keyblade.**
Of course, this must be that Keyblade that was mentioned, either that or he was hallucinating which was quickly disproven when he used it to dispatch an imp. Not wasting a moment, he turned towards the Marine from before. "I'm going to try and use this on the Kaiju, get some cover fire down range so I can get close!"
"With respect sir, 50 cal don't even scratch it, what makes you think that thing is going to work!?"
The answer came in the form of an incoming energy spheres, which was successfully deflected back by the Keyblade, striking the Darkside entity and drawing out a roar of unmistakable pain. Not needing to be told twice, the Marine went towards a trio of tanks, sending a barrage of fire as Logan rushed forward.
A took aim with a pistol in his left hand, shooting a few possessors that got too close, while swinging the Keyblade into a set of imps that were in his way. The Darkside attempted to attack the new threat Logan posed, but was distracted by shells hitting it in the face, leaving it unable to retaliate as a slash was made at its left leg, forcing it to one knee. No respite was given as the Marshal jumped and proceeded to attack its head, taking chunks out of the beast which disappeared as it swatted him off, sending him into the Sandy floor below.
More of the lesser entities tried to rush him, only to be quickly gunned down, leaving the path clear for another attack against the Darkside. But this time he opted to cripple it through slashes at its legs, sending three energy attacks back at it in the process. This phase of the battle lasted for a while, blows were exchanged, shots were fired, and blood was shed, but it was only a matter of time before the beast was finally felled, it's body evaporating upon death as the last of the smaller entities were dealt with.
The beachhead was secure, despite all the previous setbacks, so Logan couldn't blame the troops for breaking out into cheers, especially as a destroyer showed up overhead. However, there was still a long road ahead, though it did not take long to locate a surviving Colonel who was conversing with a communication officer, a skinny individual who was excitedly examining his equipment before turning towards the Marshal. "Great news sir, communications seem to be back online, guess the big fucker was the source of the disturbance."
"Good to hear, but we need to push forward before another wave hits. Get a command HQ set up so the rest of the forces can land. Then begin an inland advance, I'm going to get an expedition ready and move on ahead, we'll link up at a later point."
"Understood sir, but squad leaders are going to need a rally point. Where should they go?"
"There's a tourist town located 20 km northeast of our position. Traverse Town is our rally point."