The atmosphere shifted as a dark portal opened wide above them, and figures cloaked in black emerged, stepping into the light of Cocoon. Sora's heart sank, recognizing the familiar silhouettes.
"No way…" he muttered, gripping his Keyblade tighter. "Not them."
Xemnas strode forward with an amusing smirk. Beside him, Ansem, and Xigbar stood off to the side, a smirk plastered across his face.
"Well, well, well," Xigbar drawled, his tone dripping with mockery. "Look what we have here—a little gathering of heroes. How quaint. Are you ready for your next adventure, or are you just playing dress-up?"
Lightning stepped forward, her Gunblade poised and ready. "What do you want?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the tension.
Xemnas raised a hand, silencing her. "We don't have time for you or your pathetic little group," he said, his voice cold and commanding. "You'd be wise to step aside."
Snow moved protectively in front of Serah, who clutched his arm. "You'll have to get through us first. We won't let you take her!"
"Ah, the brave knight comes to the rescue," Xigbar laughed, his visible eye glinting with amusement. "But it's almost cute how you think you can protect her. You really have no idea what you're dealing with."
Sora took a step forward, glaring at Xemnas. "What do you want with Serah? What's the Organization's goal?"
Xemnas smirked, his expression infuriatingly composed. "The girl is our prize. But the why of it is not something I must share with you."
Ansem stepped closer, his voice low and sinister. "Let's just say her potential is… intriguing. A heart untouched by darkness can be quite powerful, after all."
"Enough with the riddles!" Sora shouted, his frustration boiling over. "You're not taking her!"
Xigbar chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, little Keyblade wielder, you're in over your head. Look around you."
As if on cue, the ground shook slightly, and a squad of PSICOM special force soldiers poured into the plaza, weapons drawn and ready for action. The tension in the air thickened as the soldiers formed a tight perimeter, surrounding Sora and his group.
"Great, just what we needed," Donald grumbled, casting wary glances at the soldiers.
"Looks like you're all out of friends," Xigbar taunted, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Time for a little tactical retreat, boys!"
Xemnas nodded, a satisfied smirk on his lips. "We will take our leave for now, but consider this a warning. Stay out of our way, or you will regret it."
As the Organization members began to retreat, their dark forms melding back into the shadows, Sora clenched his fists, frustration boiling within him. "We're not done here!" he called after them, but they were already gone, leaving only the echoes of their laughter behind.
Serah looked up at Snow and Lightning, fear evident in her eyes. "What are we going to do? They're after me!"
"We'll protect you, no matter what," Snow promised, standing resolutely at her side.
Lightning's expression hardened, her determination unwavering. "They won't get you. We'll find a way to fight back."
As the PSICOM soldiers advanced, the tension in the air escalated. "Stay together!" Sora commanded, positioning himself in front of Serah. "We'll face them as a team."
"Just remember, we're not alone," Goofy added, standing shoulder to shoulder with Sora.
The soldiers raised their weapons, aiming directly at the group. "Drop your weapons and surrender!" one of the officers shouted, voice booming across the plaza.
"We don't surrender to threats!" Sora shouted back defiantly, readying his Keyblade.
"Let's show them what we've got!" Donald added, his staff crackling with magic.
As the PSICOM soldiers advanced, Sora felt a surge of resolve. They might be outnumbered, but together, they could overcome anything.