The Vessel of Xehanort Post Hardcore Type Beat
The air in the void between worlds didn’t carry scent or sound, only the static hum of raw, untapped potential. A figure cloaked in shifting obsidian leaned over a pool of shimmering moonlight, watching the threads of destiny fray and knot.
"Hands off my new vessel," the shadow hissed, though there was no one in the room to hear but the echoes of failed experiments.
The Rejection of Light
The shadow’s gaze drifted toward a memory of you. "Yes, we originally had our eyes set on you. You were the perfect mold—until that stubborn spark ignited. You developed a resistance to the darkness that shouldn't have been possible. It was a chemical rejection, a soul too bright to swallow."
With a flick of a wrist, the shadow dismissed your image.
"So, we did what the Decaforce Sword did. We moved down the list. We looked for the next resonance, the next heir to the chaos."
The Failed Successors
The pool rippled, showing a boy with gravity-defying hair and eyes that held the weight of two worlds.
Roxas: "Now, there was a worthy candidate," the shadow mused, a hint of genuine regret in its voice. "A hollow shell ready to be filled with our design. But he became too aware. He started asking 'why' and 'who.' He returned to Haru, merging back into a whole we couldn't control. A tragedy of self-awareness."
Pegasus: The image shifted to a regal, winged silhouette. "Pegasus doesn't amount to anything in this world. A relic of a bygone era. To capture him, we must find a Dreamer—someone soft enough to let him live within their subconscious, a host to bridge the gap between myth and reality."
The Current Trials
The shadow turned its attention to two flickering screens of reality, where the struggle was reaching a fever pitch.
"My tests are proving difficult for Sakura Avalon," the voice chuckled, watching the Cardcaptor struggle against a flurry of warped elements. "She has the heart, but the darkness is a heavy coat to wear in the springtime."
The shadow’s eyes narrowed as the second screen pulsed with a rhythmic, metallic clashing. Musica stood there, his Silver Ray flickering, sweat pouring down his face as he fought an invisible weight.
"But Musica... Musica seems to be having an even harder time. The silver in his soul is tarnishing under the pressure. It won't be long now."
The shadow reached into the pool, its fingers inches away from the surface of Musica's world. "One of them will break. And when they do, the vessel will finally be filled."
Soundbbites From Kingdom Hearts, Card Captors, Yu Yu Hakusho, Rave Masters, Sailor Moon & Yugioh With Samples from Roy Orbinson, Terry Reid, Cream, Cuban Links, Red Kross,
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