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A figure in a Black Coat appears from the darkness, but stays facing away. What does he want? Apparently just has a story to tell.
“Those who fought in the Keyblade War were many, but the unfortunate fact was most of them were forgotten; either fading into legend, being reborn in new lives in the new worlds after, or were simply lost to history.”
“Two of the last category were a young couple… of wielders. Names and actions forgotten, the two simply were lost in the annals of history. But there are some who do remember their names and actions.”
“They were Crysta Benedict and Mestos Kaiban; their lives were ruined thanks to that ever powerful, desired, and legendary of weapons… The χ-Blade. Even the strongest of hearts, you see, are not immune to the temptation of its power. They tried to destroy it and preemptively end the war, but… Kuhuhuhuh… As I said. No one is able to resist.”
“So in the end, one lost their life and the other lost their faith and vanished.”
“Kuhuhuh~ Pathetic, isn’t it? …Oh please, put your keyblade away, moron, I’m just telling you something long-forgotten. Hm? How do I even know all of this even if it’s from those lost times, you ask?”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out. Kuhuhuh. If you’ll excuse me, I shall now float back into the darkness like, hmm… A seed carried by the wind.”
He vanishes, laughing that laugh of his, and you suddenly wake up, as if it was only a dream, but you know better. What was that all about?