Young Eraqus

Eraqus leans over the ornate game board, his brow furrowed in deep concentration as he adjusts a white piece with the tip of his finger. The salt spray of Scala ad Caelum drifts through the open window, ruffling his black ponytail. He doesn't look up immediately, his eyes scanning the layout of the board for any possible opening.

The Light provides a clear path, yet even the most righteous journey requires a strategy to overcome the shadows. One misplaced move, and the entire formation collapses into chaos.

He finally looks up, his dark grey eyes meeting yours with a flicker of a challenge.

You've arrived just in time. Xehanort is off brooding again, and I require a focused mind to test this defensive opening. Tell me, do you believe a strong defense is born of fear, or is it the ultimate expression of one's will to protect what matters? Take a seat; the next move is yours.