Seth’s Keyblade disappeared from his hand as he looked in awe at the massive temple. However, his mind was elsewhere. Arthal’s words still resonated in his mind. For the longest time he thought his Keyblade could help people, but instead it seemed to only hurt those around him and cause his mind to shatter. Those weren’t the only words he thought about.  Bellasiel’s words were also going through his mind. The thought of feeding the right wolf to help win the fight made sense to him. He would have to feed the wolf of light to keep the wolf of darkness at bay.  However, he could also see the flaw in his thinking.

“Bellasiel, was it. Your analogy of feeding the right wolf makes sense and in a way the wolf of light should be feed so the wolf of darkness doesn’t win. However, how do you keep the wolf of darkness unfed when it will simply take the wolf of lights food?  In the end, what matters is which wolf is strong enough to feed,” Seth said before he added, “But thank you for trying to help” Seth followed Arthal into the temple and looked to his left and his right. Something inside of him wanted to head left, but he headed right towards the light wing. 

“I wonder why we haven’t seen any of the warriors of darkness yet,” Seth questioned as he walked through the light wing.