SILVER SWORD: HEART OF AREDIA & THE DARK AGE OF THE DESERT

The heavy double doors of the chamber groaned on ancient hinges, swinging open to reveal a room dripping in shadow and lined with weapons forged during the dark ages. Iron broadswords, rust-speckled halberds, and brutal warhammers hung like trophies of forgotten slaughter, reflecting the low, flicker of torchlight.
"So why are you back? Xehanort must know we attacked the Organization when Cedric was running it," Xemnas said, his voice a low, echoing baritone as he turned his piercing yellow gaze toward Prince Phobos and Diaz.
Phobos adjusted his immaculate sleeves, a bitter, cold smile touching his lips. "He doesn't care about us. To him, we're just empty vessels to hold the magic's essence. He needs thirteen vessels, and it looks like information has leaked. I think it's time to adjust the strategy."
"We're completely surrounded, and these guys mean business," Crimson—aka Kai Shink—said as he entered the dimly lit room. He threw a wary glance back toward the threshold, offering a tight nod to Diaz, the renowned Shadow Skill, and Phobos.
Behind him, members of the 59th Svall marched inside with heavy, rhythmic footsteps, carefully escorting the glowing, pulsating sphere that was the Heart of Meridian.
"Ah, Aredia... the perfect planet to add a third Heart to my collection," Nerissa cackled, her eyes gleaming with unhinged ambition. "Every world has a mystic heart, but this one comes without guardians. Show me the Heart of Aredia!"
Will Vandom walked up next to her older brother, Prince Phobos, her arms crossed tight against her chest as she watched the villainess gloat. "That makes eighteen attacks so far. I can't shake the feeling of how creepy this is. It just doesn't seem right."
"Tell me about it," Desert Punk grunted, stepping through the entryway into the armory. He adjusted his sun-battered mask, slinging his rifle over his shoulder as he surveyed the tense gathering alongside Elle Ragu—the fierce Shadow Skill herself—and Diaz’s sister, accompanied by his loyal assistant, Kyochiyo. "Too many grand schemes, not enough upfront pay. But if we're trapped in an ancient weapons cache with a bunch of megalomaniacs, we might as well pick a blade and start swinging."


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