“Yes, you’re right there,” Drex said. ”The Heartless feed off of hearts that have been stolen. When the heart is released from the body, the person’s heart turns into a Heartless. Their body, the empty shell, fades into darkness. Unless the heart is strong. Then, the body becomes twisted into a Nobody. The more powerful the heart, the more humanlike and powerful the Nobody. By those standard’s, my Somebody’s heart was as strong as they come. A real hero he was. Now, this world exists only for the gods and their chosen heroes, are not I right?”
Drex raised his hand, and a portal of darkness began appearing.
“So it stands to reason, that for every heart stolen here, a powerful Nobody should be made!”
Out of the portal steps a boy. He looked like Hope, but wore a black cloak, and his hair was messier. He dropped a bound up girl on the floor. Vanille thrashed about, trying to fight back.
“Meet Vanille. And her chauffer, Xeoph!”