{ - closed with @fulgorus - }
The moment his Master had fallen and the Heroes of Light had turned their attention to him, he panicked. Keyblades were now trained on him, his own raised in a means of defense as his breathing became labored, something inside of him screaming at him to live. Both parties hesitated, but he couldn’t get rid of the feeling trying to claw its way out.
When his body finally allowed him to move, he quickly opened a portal behind him, not caring where the other side led to. He only knew that he needed to run. Without looking back, he retreated swiftly, nearly stumbling over himself as he exited the swirling darkness. Once the portal had closed, his Keyblade was thrust into the ground beneath him, leaving him something to grasp onto as he fell to his knees.
Now that the adrenaline from battle was beginning to wear off, the pain running through his battered and bruised body became unbearable. Parts of his suit were torn, something he could easily fix by calling upon the darkness once again, but he had exhausted himself. His body trembled, causing him to readjust his grip on his Keyblade’s hilt as he faltered.
He needed to find somewhere to hide. Vanitas let his gaze scan the area briefly, though none of it was registering with him. Where was he? How far from the battle site had he gone? He gave up on trying to figure it out, eyes closing as he tried to will the pain away. Wherever he was, he was safe for the time being, wasn’t he?
