Entry IV: Atronachs Songtext

von Xehanort

Haze from the Wyvern's mountain recedes as I reach its substratum--the end of this trail onto the start of the next.
The sun, writhing across the horizon, leaves its wake in shades of red and gold--a vast expanse, enveloping the sky above.
A portal appears.
Pillars of blackened ore erected, streams of charged particles course back and forth.
Betwixt the columns, a face of flames flashes as three creatures step forth...
The atronachs.
The sun is gone, though the sky is yet a lucid red.
Before me is a gateway to the plains of Oblivion.
Being of frost: a towering fiend without eyes...
Composed entirely of ice, its limbs sharp as daggers.
Being of storm: a diaphanous and teeming entity...
Swirling with carved rocks, interwoven with electrical currents.
Being of fire: a humanoid, mercurial siren...
Swiftly gliding in black armor, its body a collection of writhing flames.
They surround me...
Preparing their attack.
Unleashed, it surges towards me...
I lose consciousness, but awake to see they have met their demise, with naught but a feeling of extreme warmth...