Windblown Weather, Temple Prison, and The Mysterious Queen Hard Rock Type Beat
The air in the Nexus was thick, not with oxygen, but with static—the friction of a thousand worlds colliding and bleeding into one another. " Don’t you touch him! " The shout tore through the silence. Yusuke Urameshi didn't wait for permission. His Spirit Gun was already glowing a harsh, vibrant blue at his fingertip, the energy crackling like an exposed wire. But Yusuke wasn’t the only one about to intervene in this onslaught. To his right, a flash of light materialized into a oversized key. Sora was ready to strike, his shoes skidding against the obsidian floor as he dropped into a combat stance, magic swirling around the tip of the Keyblade. The target of their aggression, a towering, shadowed Witch draped in robes of oil and ink, merely laughed. She held a small, trembling boy—Atreyu—by the collar of his tunic. With a flick of her wrist, she cast a binding spell that slammed Yusuke and Sora into the invisible walls of the barrier. " You got lucky we couldn...