Eleventh Darkfall {Video}
[After much silence, Ansem has appeared on the network again. He'd had much to think over with the revelation that he was as mortal as any human now. He'd also had to recover, drawing on the darkness and hiding away as best he could. He now is visible, sitting back and in the shadows of what appears to be a warehouse. He's sitting on crates, his coat and shirt removed--that's right, he's topless. And he seems to be sitting with one foot on the ground, another on the crate he's sitting on with a hand resting on the knee of the leg reaching to the ground while his other arm rests atop the opposite knee. He seems almost weary at the moment, hair not even slicked back in that meticulous manner it usually is. Obviously, something or someone is holding his NV to broadcast this.]
Do not yet rejoice, Keybearers. I am not yet gone. The darkness will devour all of you--with or without Keyblades. Make no mistake of that. It will simply take longer than what I had expected. Even the best-laid plans can go awry. However, this is only postponing the inevitable. Even now, many of you are being slowly eaten away by your own emotions--the darkness in your hearts growing to full bloom.
[There's a low, sinister chuckle. He's not in the mood for games. He moves just enough for a scar to be visible--fresh and new--on his torso. An obvious stab wound, where Xemnas previously drove an ethereal blade through him. A reminder to himself that his other is truly not so kind, and that as much as he enjoys their moments when they're not at each other's throats, they are still enemies with completely opposite goals. Ironic, considering what their first action after revival was.]
One day, soon enough, this world shall fall to darkness. And the next time this attempt is made, I will not fall so easily.
[There's a dangerous glint from his eyes--eyes that glow in the darkness of the room he's in where the only light is a flickering light bulb far off to his side. Then, suddenly, the feed cuts off.]
Do not yet rejoice, Keybearers. I am not yet gone. The darkness will devour all of you--with or without Keyblades. Make no mistake of that. It will simply take longer than what I had expected. Even the best-laid plans can go awry. However, this is only postponing the inevitable. Even now, many of you are being slowly eaten away by your own emotions--the darkness in your hearts growing to full bloom.
[There's a low, sinister chuckle. He's not in the mood for games. He moves just enough for a scar to be visible--fresh and new--on his torso. An obvious stab wound, where Xemnas previously drove an ethereal blade through him. A reminder to himself that his other is truly not so kind, and that as much as he enjoys their moments when they're not at each other's throats, they are still enemies with completely opposite goals. Ironic, considering what their first action after revival was.]
One day, soon enough, this world shall fall to darkness. And the next time this attempt is made, I will not fall so easily.
[There's a dangerous glint from his eyes--eyes that glow in the darkness of the room he's in where the only light is a flickering light bulb far off to his side. Then, suddenly, the feed cuts off.]