Ienzo nearly collapses where he stands upon recognizing the scent. That's more Darkness than any other person could bear, it has to be him. But it couldn't be, could it? The little god was young, but even they had to know what would happen if they released someone like him into a place like this. Even children knew not to let wolves wander amongst the flock, right?
It has to be someone else. Another Riku, this one from before Castle Oblivion, and he's simply misremembering and overreacting. That would explain it, yes. He's tempted to just accept that explanation and stay as far away as possible (Riku is still dangerous enough in his own right, especially before he's mastered Xehanort's Heartless), but curiosity gets the better of him. He has to know for sure.
His read on the scent becomes clearer as he approaches, as does the person in question's silhouette, and he immediately regrets his decision. The invisibility he'd wrapped around himself, all of his protective spells fall away as he freezes in place, eyes wide with mortal terror.
"Xemnas," he hisses, voice barely more than a whisper.
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It has to be someone else. Another Riku, this one from before Castle Oblivion, and he's simply misremembering and overreacting. That would explain it, yes. He's tempted to just accept that explanation and stay as far away as possible (Riku is still dangerous enough in his own right, especially before he's mastered Xehanort's Heartless), but curiosity gets the better of him. He has to know for sure.
His read on the scent becomes clearer as he approaches, as does the person in question's silhouette, and he immediately regrets his decision. The invisibility he'd wrapped around himself, all of his protective spells fall away as he freezes in place, eyes wide with mortal terror.
"Xemnas," he hisses, voice barely more than a whisper.