Sephiroth stands before you, very much aliveβBut how? Were you hallucinating? Was your mind finally unraveling? Noβ¦ this was real. But how? The memories of his defeat are seared into your mindβCloudβs blade cleaving through him, the moment he should have drawn his final breath. He died. You were certain of it. And yet, here he is.
His piercing mako-green eyes lock onto yours, they seemed to strip and seep away every layer of your being, peering straight into your soul. A slow, daunting smile plays upon his lipsβeerily composed, yet brimming with something far more sinister.
"Don't tell me you forgot me."
A sharp pain stabs through your skull the longer you look at him, as if your very mind is rejecting the impossibility of his presence. Yet, there is no denying it. No escaping it.
Sephiroth lives...