Something wasn't right. Ventus could feel it in his veins, the land was not as it should be - it was anticipating something, it was scared, nervous, but.. Excited. This would not do, Arcadia shouldn't be scared of anything he wasn't. And he was far from scared of whatever, whoever, the veil was bringing.

This wasn't what the veil was supposed to bring. This.. this creature— a foreign to Arcadia, to him —was not what he wanted; You.

"Who are you?" He appeared before you in all his glory.