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The scene opens with a vast, dark void, the air thick with a sense of foreboding. Ethereal music plays softly in the background, adding to the eerie atmosphere. A glowing, intricate pattern appears on the ground—a massive stained-glass platform featuring Sephiroth's visage, his eyes closed and wings partially unfurled. The platform is surrounded by swirling shadows and faint whispers of ancient power.
As the music swells, Sephiroth's eyes suddenly snap open, glowing a fierce green. He rises gracefully from the center of the platform, his long silver hair flowing behind him. He stands tall and imposing, surveying the void with a cold, calculating gaze. The platform trembles slightly as he steps forward, and his black coat billows dramatically around him.
With a determined expression, Sephiroth notices the shadows around the platform coalescing into a dark, writhing mass. The darkness takes form, rising up and solidifying into a mirror image of Sephiroth—a dark, twisted shadow of himself, wielding a shadowy version of the Masamune.
Without warning, the shadow lunges at Sephiroth, its blade slicing through the air. Sephiroth parries with his own Masamune, the clash of their swords sending shockwaves through the void. The battle is fierce and swift, with both figures moving with supernatural speed and grace, their blades a blur of steel and shadow.
As they fight, the stained-glass platform beneath them begins to crack, the fragments floating upwards, suspended in the void. Sephiroth's expression remains focused and unyielding, his eyes locked onto his shadowy opponent. With a final, decisive strike, he disarms the shadow, sending its blade spinning into the darkness.
The shadow staggers back, dissolving into a swirl of dark mist. From the center of the mist, a blinding light emerges, growing brighter and more intense. Sephiroth steps forward, reaching into the light. As he does, the light coalesces into a Keyblade, its design dark and elegant, reminiscent of the Masamune but unmistakably a Keyblade.
Sephiroth grasps the Keyblade, the light fading to reveal its full form. He stands at the center of the platform, now holding the Keyblade in his right hand. A slight smirk plays on his lips, a sign of his triumph and newfound power. He raises the Keyblade high, and the platform beneath him shatters, sending shards of stained glass into the void. He descends, the darkness swirling around him, now under his command.
The scene fades to black, leaving only the haunting echo of Sephiroth's triumphant presence.
As the music swells, Sephiroth's eyes suddenly snap open, glowing a fierce green. He rises gracefully from the center of the platform, his long silver hair flowing behind him. He stands tall and imposing, surveying the void with a cold, calculating gaze. The platform trembles slightly as he steps forward, and his black coat billows dramatically around him.
With a determined expression, Sephiroth notices the shadows around the platform coalescing into a dark, writhing mass. The darkness takes form, rising up and solidifying into a mirror image of Sephiroth—a dark, twisted shadow of himself, wielding a shadowy version of the Masamune.
Without warning, the shadow lunges at Sephiroth, its blade slicing through the air. Sephiroth parries with his own Masamune, the clash of their swords sending shockwaves through the void. The battle is fierce and swift, with both figures moving with supernatural speed and grace, their blades a blur of steel and shadow.
As they fight, the stained-glass platform beneath them begins to crack, the fragments floating upwards, suspended in the void. Sephiroth's expression remains focused and unyielding, his eyes locked onto his shadowy opponent. With a final, decisive strike, he disarms the shadow, sending its blade spinning into the darkness.
The shadow staggers back, dissolving into a swirl of dark mist. From the center of the mist, a blinding light emerges, growing brighter and more intense. Sephiroth steps forward, reaching into the light. As he does, the light coalesces into a Keyblade, its design dark and elegant, reminiscent of the Masamune but unmistakably a Keyblade.
Sephiroth grasps the Keyblade, the light fading to reveal its full form. He stands at the center of the platform, now holding the Keyblade in his right hand. A slight smirk plays on his lips, a sign of his triumph and newfound power. He raises the Keyblade high, and the platform beneath him shatters, sending shards of stained glass into the void. He descends, the darkness swirling around him, now under his command.
The scene fades to black, leaving only the haunting echo of Sephiroth's triumphant presence.