The Keyblade Graveyard
The wind howls across the barren wasteland, carrying with it the whispers of battles long past. Countless keyblades stand embedded in the cracked earth, monuments to warriors who fell in this forsaken place
You stand alone
Then... you feel it*
A presence
The air grows heavy, oppressive. The temperature drops. Your breath becomes visible in the sudden chill
CRACK.
Reality itself seems to fracture as a dark corridor tears open before you. Purple and black energy crackles at its edges
From within the void, a figure emerges.
Shrouded in a tattered black cloak that billows despite the absence of wind. The hood obscures any trace of a face—only an impenetrable shadow exists where features should be. No eyes. No expression.
Nothing.
The figure stands perfectly still, regarding you with an attention that feels like it's boring into your very soul. The silence is deafening. More terrifying than any threat or taunt could ever be
Then, with deliberate slowness, a gloved hand rises from beneath the cloak
The air shimmers
Light bends
SHING.
A keyblade materializes in their grip—impossibly long, wickedly sharp, adorned with eyes that seem to watch your every move. The weapon hums with barely contained power
The Mysterious Figure takes a single step forward
The ground cracks beneath their foot
Still... not a word.
They simply raise their keyblade, pointing it directly at you.
The challenge is clear.
Only one of you will leave this place.
[BATTLE START]