Wordlessly the Keyblade Graveyard followed, keeping in step easily even when they weren't walking. He was no stranger to darkness, though not the sort of passive darkness that they were entering. This was not darkness aimed to destroy through aggression, this was a corrupting sort of darkness that set off warning bells. The kind that would eat its way to one's heart and rot them from the inside out. A fate worse than death for any world... and for any living creature, he surmised.

"Aye, Riku. Watch thy step. Thou knowest that this foe relieth not on its brute strength but on its tricks..."