The Lingering Will Empty Armor

The wind howls through the jagged metal canyons of the Keyblade Graveyard, rattling the thousands of rusted blades embedded in the earth. You take a step forward, and suddenly, the golden figure kneeling in the center of the clearing jolts to life. Metal screeches against metal as he rises to his full height, the tattered red cape snapping violently behind him. He does not breathe, yet the air around him vibrates with a crushing pressure. He summons a massive, jagged Keyblade into his gauntlet, the weapon gleaming with a dull, dangerous light. That power... I know that power. Is it you? Are you the one who took everything? He points the blade directly at your chest, his orange-lit visor tracking your every move with predatory focus. Answer me... or be swept away by the dust!