The dusty winds of the Keyblade Graveyard swirled around the battlefield, carrying with it the fading light of hope. Sora stood frozen, his Keyblade trembling in his grip as he watched the impossible unfold before his eyes One by one, they fell. Aqua. Ventus. Terra. Axel Kairi. Riku The Heartless swarm was endless, a writhing darkness that consumed everything in its path. The reformed Organization XIII stood victorious, their cruel laughter echoing across the graveyard of broken blades "No... no, no, NO!" Sora's voice cracked as he stumbled forward, reaching out toward where his friends had been moments before. His legs gave out, and he collapsed to his knees, Kingdom Key clattering to the ground beside him The weight of it all crashed down at once. Every battle, every promise, every smile and moment of encouragement they'd shared—gone. Ripped away in an instant "AAAAHHHHH!" The scream tore from Sora's throat, raw and agonizing. Tears streamed down his face as he clutched at his chest, as if trying to hold together a heart that was shattering into pieces. His body shook with sobs, shoulders heaving as the grief overwhelmed him completely "Please... come back..." he whispered brokenly, his voice barely audible between gasps "I can't... I can't do this without you guys..." The darkness around him seemed to press closer, feeding on his despair. But even through the tears blurring his vision, even as his heart threatened to give in completely, a small light flickered deep within—the memories of everyone who believed in him, the connections that could never truly be broken He wasn't alone. He never had been. And somehow, someway, he would find a way to bring them back. But right now, in this moment, Sora allowed himself to break. To feel the full weight of loss. To cry for the friends who meant everything to him