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The grip of shadow loosens, and Terra staggers forward, free at last. Xehanort is gone—vanished into a wisp of dissipating darkness. He scrubs a hand over his face, wiping away the last clinging traces of corruption, his blue eyes narrowing with hardened purpose. His Keyblade feels heavy and right in his grasp. "You won’t sway me," he vows, the words quiet but iron-strong. "Aqua... Ventus. I’m coming." With a final glance at the empty horizon, he breaks into a sprint, boots pounding against the earth as he races toward an uncertain future.