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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Kousei looked through the portal and was about to walk through. This would be the second time he walked through one of these things to another world. It was strange. Maybe learning it would come in handy. But that would come another day... he had work to do. Turning to the other two he smiled.
"Thank you. It was nice to meet both of you. And I will not let you down in taking out all the heartless"
He said as he slowly walked through the portal. Turning to them again he waved as he walked through and was taken to another world. Again this was strangely familiar, but his new world would be rather shocking.
The redheaded Nobody tossed his arms back behind that sea of red spikes, giving a smug smirk. After Kousei left, the Flury's comment directed itself to its next closest audience - Caxnon. If his arms weren't already occupied, he'd have given a shrug. "Suit yourself," Those dusty green eyes touched on the other Nobody momentarily, and he turned away, sending a lazy wave over his shoulder. "Good luck then."
As quickly as their party had assembled, it scattered again; the three of them were back on their separate paths, and once again, Number Eight had come out all the luckier.
Caxnon stood there by himself once more. This second encounter was quite eventful. But the real question was, how would this help him? Learning about what the org were planing was getting increasingly difficult. But at least he got what he came for.
The nobody looked at the open town once more, and remembered how all of this began. He simply sat down and started thinking about the only memories that he had, and the gaps in between. Were they even real.
'' Here I am again. Still looking for a reason to exist, and the funny thing is....I doubt I'll ever find one'' he said to himself.
Caxnon spent the rest of the day at that spot simply...thinking.
