Azazel blinked twice and stared at the sky, taking in their beauty and splendor. [i]'Absolutely breathtaking...'[/i] He then looked at the mountains and whistled in appreciation. "It's been awhile since I've seen mountains that big. Actually, I take that back. I've never seen mountains that big." He commented quietly to nobody in particular. Azazel shook his head and turned to the palace.

"Jeez, the palace is completely destroyed. You'd think that some bandits would've occupied it at the least." He sighed and shook his head slowly. "Guess that means we're not going to get a welcome wagon." Azazel said just as hordes of Shadows began to form. "Or maybe we will. Disappointing." He finished as he summoned his keyblade and the wind began to pick up around him. A strong wind blew into the ranks of the Heartless, and blew dozens away.

Azazel covered his left ear with his free hand as a roar echoed through the clearing. He winced and watched as the Heartless scattered at the sound, understandable really. Azazel definitely wanted to run. He stared up at the sky, this time out of fear and caution. If that thing was going to come after them, Azazel wanted to know exactly which direction it was coming from. Fortunately, the mighty dragon flew into the mountains instead, disappearing from sight. 

"Man, we got luck there huh? We should probably go find that Shard of Darkness now, before that thing decides to come back." Azazel said as he turned to Arthal. Only to find that Arthal was heading towards the dragon. "Annnnd we're heading for the dragon. Of course we are." Azazel bemoaned under his breath as he followed Arthal.