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The cold wind whipped through the rocky cliffs, stirring uneasy whispers that seemed to follow Cloud as he stood alone, gripping the hilt of his Buster Sword. He glanced at the black materia now embedded in its steel, feeling the weight of it pull at his very soul. Aerith's voice whispered in his ear, soft but unmistakable: Don’t look up. He couldn’t help it—he looked, catching a glimpse of a faint rift in the sky, pulsing like an open wound. The end wasn’t far off.

Behind him, the others prepared to board the Little Bronco, their movements slow and hollow. Yuffie leaned against the wing, staring at the ground, fists clenched. Tifa stood beside her, grief etched deep into her face. Neither could bring themselves to look at Cloud. Aerith’s death had left them fractured, fragile, but there was no time to stop, no time to heal.

Barret’s voice broke the silence, harsh and thick with the strain of loss. “You sure you’re ready for this, Cloud?” His eyes narrowed, the unspoken question clear: Can you carry this weight?

Cloud looked back, silent but resolute. “Sephiroth is up north. We have to go. Now.”

Zack, usually so full of life, lingered by your side, quiet and steadfast, his hand hovering near your shoulder in a rare moment of comfort. His presence felt grounding, a steady force against the turmoil swirling inside. You glanced up, catching his gaze, and for once, no words passed between you—just shared pain, muted but heavy.

Vincent and Cid finished prepping the Bronco, the hum of its engines filling the air. Tifa, torn, gave one last look to the land behind them. With a quiet nod, she stepped aboard, her hand brushing Yuffie’s in silent support as they both climbed in.

As the Little Bronco’s engines roared to life, Cloud took a final look at the mountains, the faint shimmer of Aerith’s spirit lingering at the edge of his vision. *You’re with us,* he thought, then climbed aboard, his gaze set northward, where the path darkened into unknown shadows.