[It won't matter if Hikari manages to strike the old man or not: whatever it is he's shooting at Sora is already in motion, soaring across the room toward the boy sitting on the final throne. All Dante can do is stare at it in horror as it goes, still pinned down by Ansem behind him, and watch as it sinks into Sora's chest.
Almost immediately, a veil of darkness seems to flare up around him, and it almost seems as though time stands still as they wait to see what happens... and then the darkness fades away, and all that's left is Sora, standing upon the throne.
But he's not Sora. Dante can see it at a glance. The Sora they'd known had been wearing red, his eyes blue. This Sora...
This Sora wears the black hooded coat that the rest of them wear--and his eyes are a vivid amber.]
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Almost immediately, a veil of darkness seems to flare up around him, and it almost seems as though time stands still as they wait to see what happens... and then the darkness fades away, and all that's left is Sora, standing upon the throne.
But he's not Sora. Dante can see it at a glance. The Sora they'd known had been wearing red, his eyes blue. This Sora...
This Sora wears the black hooded coat that the rest of them wear--and his eyes are a vivid amber.]