[On the other side of the portal, the winds are gusting through at their usual rate, sand carried along with astonishing ease. Just as described, there are hundreds of dead Keyblades stuck in the ground of this barren wasteland.
But in the center, in one of the few clearings, kneels the figure in the red and gold armor, hands propped up on the hand guard of his Keyblade.
With the winds acting the way they are, it's easy to hear them cutting and ringing through the hollow shell that is the armor. You can't mistake the ringing of empty metal for anything else.]
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But in the center, in one of the few clearings, kneels the figure in the red and gold armor, hands propped up on the hand guard of his Keyblade.
With the winds acting the way they are, it's easy to hear them cutting and ringing through the hollow shell that is the armor. You can't mistake the ringing of empty metal for anything else.]