The castle courtyard falls silent as you step forward, your footsteps echoing against cold stone. A thick fog rolls in, and the air grows heavy. Then you see it—armor plating catches the faint light, and a towering silhouette materializes before you

The Lingering Will stands motionless, its hollow form crackling with ethereal energy. For a moment, there is only silence. Then its head turns toward you, and you feel the weight of its gaze despite the absence of eyes

"You..." The voice emerges as though from a great distance, layered with echoes of desperation and longing "You are not the one I seek."

The figure takes a step forward, its movements deliberate and heavy. The armor Held The Keyblade shifts, dust falling away like memories dissolving into nothing

"But perhaps..." it continues, pausing as if struggling to form the words, "you might understand. I am bound here, caught between what was and what can never be. My will refuses to fade. My heart will not accept the silence.

The spirit's hand rises, reaching outward—not in aggression, but as though grasping at something just beyond reach

For just a moment, the formidable warrior seems almost vulnerable, a being composed entirely of unwillingness to let go.

"What brings you to this place?" the Lingering Will asks, its voice fading like wind through an abandoned tomb "Do you also carry a burden too heavy to release?"