It had been days since the last human voice echoed out across the destitute lands of Remnant. Days since the last non-combatant had faded from existence. Days since the Grimm had won. Days since She had won. The dark tide of grimm had swept across cities, across continents, across humanity's last bastions; its last defenders falling into the rivers of blood that flew from Her dark fortress. The eyes of the second to last man to fall, a young man with brown hair, stared into the void. Flashes of red reflected in them, a stark contrast to the now black background of Her army. The man's dead lips moved, the words they attempted to say silenced by the hole in the man's throat.
"To you, the smaller soul, I bequeath the last of my strength. May it serve as a beacon, a light in this crushing dark abyss."
Though no voice rang out, though no sound could be heard save the collision of metal on grimm flesh, the final human shuddered and spared a glance for the man's corpse. Silver eyes allowed the briefest of moments to stray from Her withering gaze. But for one who had fought for so long without rest, this moment was too long to be safe. Dark and pallid skin that gave way to ivory claws smashed directly into the woman's chest, slipping past the black and crimson scythe held in front of her as a semblance of a guard. The woman gave a small, bitter laugh. The sound of her chest being smashed open had been much, much quieter than she expected. As blood filled her lungs, and the overflow trickled out of her mouth and stained her pale white skin, she used the last of her strength to spit in Her face. One final act of defiance, the human race had not gone easily, not gone quietly, not gone without a fight, to the bitter end.
Her voice, holding a small similarity to human but just sounding wrong, like the bestial cries of beowolves had somehow been stretched and shaped into a mockery of speech, finally broke the silence.
"It is over, Ozpin. I have killed your precious humanity, even your precious Ruby Rose. I've won. I've finally won."
In a cramped dorm room in Beacon academy, Ruby Rose woke up screaming.
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at fanfiction, with a story inspired by "Remnant's Reclaimer". A rather ambitious start, but eh, in for a penny, in for a pound. I only have the vaguest outline for this piece now, and the only hard and fast rules I'll be writing with is "as few changes to canon as possible." All feedback is welcome, thanks for reading!