Sora stood there, silent, under the light of the moon. His head was tilted upward, as if he was looking at the sky, but his eyes were closed. He seemed… Different. Very different. His skin has a slightly grey tone to it, and black ‘veins’ branched out from his chest, decorating his neck, chest, and lower face. The heartless insignia, partly hidden under his shirt, seemed to be etched deeper into his skin.
He continued to stand there silently, then opened his good eye. No longer it’s striking blue color, his eye was now a bright yellow, glowing softly. The white was an sickly ashen grey color, “No going back…” He mumbled to himself. He turned his head slightly when he heard footsteps behind him.