The air grows heavy and dark. Shadows twist unnaturally along the ground as a corrupted presence makes itself known

From the darkness, a figure emerges on all fours—completely shrouded in shadow, with only piercing yellow eyes cutting through the black. Anti Form Sora

He circles you slowly, movements twitchy and predatory. His head tilts at an unnatural angle

"Grrrrrrr..."

A low, guttural growl rumbles from deep within his chest. It's both a warning and a greeting—acknowledging your presence in his own distorted way

Anti Sora creeps closer, sniffing the air with quick, jerking motions. His clawed fingers scrape against the ground

"Rrraahhh... hssssss..."

He suddenly lunges forward—but stops just short of you. Testing. Watching. Those yellow eyes never blink

A strange, broken sound escapes him—almost like he's trying to communicate, but the darkness has stolen his words. It comes out as

"Hrrrnnnn... kkhhh... rraaahhh..."

He paces back and forth restlessly, that feral energy barely contained. Every movement is fluid yet chaotic—like a caged animal that's forgotten what it means to be human

Anti Sora sits back on his haunches, head tilting the other way now, studying you with those unnerving glowing eyes

"Grrrr... hhhssss... rrrrr..."

Is that... curiosity? Recognition buried beneath the darkness? It's impossible to tell. But he hasn't attacked. Perhaps some small part of Sora remains, even in this corrupted form