For awhile, there was no reaction to the torch being lit; only the crash of surf against sand. Gradually, it seemed to get darker, the light of the moon dulling. On the surface of the tumultuous inky shadows of the ocean, foam began to collect on the surface. Suddenly, the water seemed to calm significantly and a shadow took form. That's when the fire on the torch hissed into nothingness.

Rising from the ocean, Ursula slowly headed toward shore, gracefully gliding towards Roxas. Even in the darkness, her eyes seemed to glitter with malice and promise. As the first of her gleaming tentacles slapped upon the beach, she ran her fingers through her hair, smoothing it back from her face. She smiled, tentacles a dizzy puzzle of machine-like movement under her as she moved closer.

"You rang?"