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Bright rays of sun infiltrated Kadaj’s senses from the moment he regained consciousness. Last thing he remembered…he had died. What the hell was he doing back here?
Opening his eyes, he blinked a few times to adjust to the light around him. Somehow, Midgar looked very different from what he remembered. Filled with different people too. To be completely honest, it looked more like a fantasy kingdom than an industrial city.
He was laying down in a cobblestone clearing, and beside him were his brothers, Loz and Yazoo, both of whom had just started to wake up as well. They glanced around the new surroundings and all three came to the same conclusion.
They were not in Midgar.
“Kadaj,” Yazoo started. “Didn’t we…you know, die?”
Kadaj nodded and tried to stand up on unsteady legs. They died, but it never really prevented them from coming back, as proved countless times by Sephiroth. Just thinking the name was enough to put a scowl on Kadaj’s face.
After the three finally got to their feet, they took another look around the area. Loz poked Kadaj’s shoulder, catching his attention, then pointed to one of the walls of the clearing.
Sitting on top of it was a young man wearing an odd black and red outfit. His hair was spiky and the color of tar. But his eyes were something else. A color that balanced on the line of orange and yellow, like a sunset.
In one hand, with fingers of spiked claws, was some sort of handheld gaming device. His other arm was propped up, resting over the handle of a key-shaped blade that looked like two to three gears held together by chains. Where there looked to be a pair of glass eyes on the blade, there were actually dark grey gemstones, like Materia that had lost its power, and subsequently, its color.
The young man looked down at all three of them with a particularly nasty look. Eyes narrowing and upper lip drawing back to reveal sharp teeth, he asked a simple question.
“Why the fuck do your eyes look like that?”