Sora's Tempest of Judgement

In the midst of a raging storm, Sora stands, Her water powers summoned by her skilled hands. A thousand swords appear, gleaming in her wake, Ready to judge the evil, and a stand they take. Her eyes ablaze, a fierce determination, To vanquish darkness and bring salvation. The swords, they dance, swirling in the air, A tempest of justice, a force beyond compare. With a wave of her hand, they soar and strike, Like water crashing down, a tidal spike. The evil trembles, unable to withstand, The strength of Sora's judgement, her command. As the waters surge and the swords converge, A cleansing torrent, a purifying purge. The wicked fall, their sins washed away, By Sora's might and the price the...View all