"Is someone there? - Riku?" Terra approached from the distance. His group had disposed of the seed they'd found and set out to see how the others were doing. He took in the scene with a clenched jaw: the tendrils crawling towards whatever they could reach while the seed itself tried to hide away.

"No you don't!" Drawing back his arm, he imbued his Keyblade with a whisper of ice magic as he threw it, aiming to skip the tendrils entirely and interfere with the seed's attempt to flee.