Then... then Bologue saw a silent darkness.
Behind all the Heartless, at the end of the Pilgrim's Courtyard, behind the tightly shut door leading to the Origin Tower, darkness was seeping through the cracks. It flowed like a viscous liquid, in a strange and eerie manner.
In the brief moment of gazing, Bologue's senses quickly detached, his gaze locked onto the darkness, unable to move an inch.
As if bewitched.
The flow of darkness resembled a wicked dance, leaping, twisting, spreading. Wherever it reached, everything seemed manipulated and twisted by invisible forces, descending into chaos and madness.
"Bologue..."
A deep voice emerged from the darkness, like an aging old man calling his name.
"Bologue!"
A familiar shout echoed in his mind.
Who is it?
Bologue's thoughts gradually froze into a block; he didn't know who was speaking from the darkness. The voice in his head felt inexplicably familiar, yet it was difficult to discern its identity.
