In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
On the brink of collapse, the universe holds its breath in anticipation. Of restoration? Of destruction? It is up to individuals like yourself to decide.
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Ezerox was bored. He has never really had a chance to fight. His home world was absorbed into the darkness, he had only really fought minor heartless or nobodies. He wanted to help in the fight against the Organization and the Dark XII. Before he went back to Yen Sid, he thought he should train a little bit more, maybe here he could find some traveling companions.
As Ezerox walked through the doors of the Second District, he was immediately surrounded by Soldier Heartless. Readying his blade, Ezerox swung as hard as he could, and watched as three Soldiers dissolved. The thing that stopped his blade was, what he called, the fat f*ckers. With a small string of curses, Ezerox ran out into the sea of heartless in the center of the district and prepared to fight.
