Guardians of the halls of Heart, when we from our home depart...

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Who: Everyone who wants to fight or help
What: The Denizens of Light have broken free and are now faced with the First Darkness itself. What will be the fate of the World?
Where: The Keyblade Graveyard

The Door opened, and Light rushed forth.

"NO!" the Keybearer screamed, the sound fading as he was engulfed. Light, True Light, washed over everyone in waves, coming and coming and never seeming to end until all of Alexandria was covered beneath the shroud locking it in. Chernabog, met with an enemy he could not easily stand against even without his current wounds, shielded his eyes and vanished. There came a cracking sound, elevating in volume until it became thunder.

Weakened by the Ten-Chi Ken, under the pressing weight of its true enemy at full strength, the cage of Darkness shattered.

True Light cradled its children, lovingly soothing and rejuvenating any who might need it. There came a gentle pulling sensation, and all were taken to where they belonged, where their Hearts wanted them to be. As one, the worlds were covered in Light, and Denizens deposited in exactly where they should be. One such world, a desolate land of lifeless keys, experienced much the same, but only those who were ready and willing to fight were left here, faced with an enemy decided by their very nature.

The First Darkness looked on in outraged revulsion, Light prickling at his skin.

They will decide their own fates. The words simply appeared in his head with no voice to speak them, not even Patrick. You cannot do that for them, no matter your power.

And so the Light faded, lingering only a moment longer to fortify those left to oppose the Darkness. The Keybearers stood at the forefront, each grasping their key in hand. Their allies were gathered behind them, some looking confused and scared, others excited and determined, with every emotion in between. The forces of Darkness looked meager in comparison, with only the debilitated First Darkness himself and his handful of Keybearers. Jagannatha's expression twisted into a grotesque sneer, gold eyes blazing with something like elation as he whispered quietly to himself. Mere moments later, hundreds, perhaps even thousands of Heartless and Nobodies were appearing at their sides, quickly outnumbering the Denizens of Light.

"You found it then," he growled, addressing all of them at once. "I find that I am hardly surprised. Your kind were always stubborn, weren't you? Small matter. Once the lot of you are crushed, the remaining Denizens of Light will have no one. It will be so much simpler to keep them caged when all that's left of their fighting spirit has been destroyed beyond hope. They'll be the perfect little pets for us. And it will be so much more enjoyable to watch them break."

In a moment, he was a mere step away from Sora, brandishing a blade of pure Darkness in his face. The boy rolled in a dodge, and Jagannatha agilely turned to follow. That was all the indication his Keybearers needed.

The final battle had begun.

OOC Notes:
- Everyone coming from within Alexandria has been fully healed by the Light.
- Those Denizens of Light outside of Alexandria may be touched by the Light if they so choose, meaning you will be healed and transported to where you need to be, as well.
- Light magic is fully restored. Reverse Cure is no longer an issue.
- Dark magic has been weakened by the Ten-Chi Ken, but is still fully accessible.
- Refugees will be fighting either one of the five Dark Keybearers, members of the Academy of Shadows if they join the fray, or Heartless and Nobodies. Keybearers have the distinct advantage here in one-on-one combat.
- If you have any questions, please take them over here.

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Sora hissed in pain as the fire seared his arm, forcing him to shift his grip on his weapon and give up a little ground. Cursing under his breath, he broke the clinch and leaped back, putting some distance between himself and his opponent.

Rather than respond to Jagannatha's taunting, he fell back into a ready stance briefly before casting his own spell. He didn't direct the spell with the Keyblade as he normally did, instead tossing the Blizzard in with one hand and then as the spell was underway, drawing back and tossing the Keyblade behind it. If his timing was good, the Keyblade should strike just after the Blizzard either connected or was blocked.

He seriously doubted that this would give him enough of a lull to do more for his burn than use the remaining chill in his hands from the Blizzard spell to soothe said burn. He would heal it properly when he could do so safely. For the moment, he was ready for his and his opponent's next moves.

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Jagannatha followed immediately, brandishing his dark blade. The Blizzard spell nearly hit him in the face in his eagerness to end this pointless fight. He reared back just in time, however, and it hit on his collarbone, ice spreading in a thin layer over his neck and chest. Teeth gritted at the sudden cold, he hardly had time to register the Keyblade that followed it, and was knocked back. His head reeled, but he was back into a defensive crouch by the time the Keyblade returned to Sora's hand.

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Catching Jagannatha so thoroughly off guard was unexpected, but it also gave an opportunity. Bracing for whatever counter might come, Sora closed the distance, leading with the Keyblade in a low swing aimed his opponent's belly.

He knew his friends were trying to get to him to help, but he couldn't blame them if it didn't happen. The enemy had summoned all the help he could get.

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A second Dark sword appeared in Jagannatha's left to parry the low blow. His other hand came around for a jab to the boy's shoulder, hoping to pin him to the ground and render him useless. A quick glance around them showed that the others, Sora's friends, were busy elsewhere, facing off against his Keybearers. He smiled grimly, almost maniacally, and doubled his attack.

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It took a last second dodge to avoid getting run through, but it didn't keep Sora from harm altogether as the blade still bit deep. Jagannatha's redoubled effort forced Sora to the defensive, parrying or dodging where he could, looking for an opening.

Of course, there was always magic. Jagannatha was pressing his advantage, but he seemed to think he was dealing with a child, not a young man who'd spent the last six years battling Heartless and all manner of other threats. If anything, Sora's learned how to multitask at little with fighting and casting a spell at the same time. And for this spell, he didn't need to put any distance between himself and his opponent. The air crackled with electricity for a second or two before he cast the spell.

"Thunder!"

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Waves of adrenaline rushed though his veins as he gained the advantage. Triumph was foremost on his mind. He would win. It was inevitable. The boy, and his Light, would fail.

He felt the electricity in the air a moment before it struck, and so was halfway through constructing a Dark Barrier. It shattered under the attack, but the damage was still reduced enough that Jagannatha had hardly any problems rising from the one knee he'd fallen to. His limbs jerked erratically for a moment, grimace set tightly on his face, before he leapt forward once more, refusing to relent.

Victory was his. It was time for Light to hand up its crown for a few eons! He'd been doing so well. He would not lose it all now!