XLI.

[void_hearts]

To the depths of hell's fire his black souls lure the lost children.

The darkness stirs from its very core, spreading, uncontrollable.
But in this fight, there is no Light, except the tainted Sirius of naught-born Keyblade.

There will be more than just one death. This is. The end of the beginning. A rupture. Betrayal. A trial. For them.