[Twisted plants and creeping vines, singed and blackened at their edges, leading out into the forest is the only clue Kor has that point to where Roxas has gone. And it does seem like a very intentional path, winding through the woods and along a well-worn walking trail. Though as Kor continues along, he'll find the path marred with more singed plants and scorched wood as he goes along, which grows more and more prominent as he continues. A tree scorched by what looks like a fireball. Another marred deep with a weapon's slashes. A still-burning pile of underbrush smouldering on the ground.]
[Eventually, it all leads to a small clearing, where a lone figure stands in the middle. It's clear that it's Roxas, but his back is facing the entrance to the clearing, and there are some slow wisps of black tendrils wafting from his skin like smoke. And in the dim light of the forest, the crimson light of his chest glows rather visibly.]
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[Eventually, it all leads to a small clearing, where a lone figure stands in the middle. It's clear that it's Roxas, but his back is facing the entrance to the clearing, and there are some slow wisps of black tendrils wafting from his skin like smoke. And in the dim light of the forest, the crimson light of his chest glows rather visibly.]