Hello once more reader dearest, I'm back with another installment of Remnant Watcher, once more, well just get right on with it.

I still dont own rwby or dark souls.

The forest held no trace of the girl or her cohorts, he could not even find any footsteps through the brush and it was already night. Now the Watcher was following the dirt path, the girl from before had parted with a thankful goodbye and wave, to which silence was the reply, the man had also disappeared. The path continued, leading him to wherever it's reaches met another path, or until a finger of the abyss was found.

On the path, tiny sparks of fire had floated through the air, coming from the path he had walked from. They all fell upon his armor, disappearing shortly after, he didn't mind, he knew exactly what this was. Soon along the path, the trees grew more scarce, and the dirt path led to a road of sorts. Large metal contraptions rolled on top, as well as through the sky, but that had been part of his search for the abyss, the land changing into it's now unfamiliar form.

With the great sword in his scabbard and the bone-like dagger on his waist, he moved past the sign held between two buildings that welcomed visitors to 'Vale'. A few people stopped and stared at him, seemingly interested in his choice of clothing, as well giggle at his 'silly metal hat'. The Watcher had felt a small, infinetesimal pull towards this place, meaning that there had been a trace of the abyss here recently. Quickly, he turned towards the pull, and when he reached the docks, a few bystanders had stopped to look at him for a bit, before returning to their work stringing fishing boats and scrubbing decks through the night. The pull led him to the front of a warehouse, before it tugged harder.

It seems that an abyssal spawn was still here, and he drew the greatsword, intent on slicing open the door. But he was stopped with a hand on his shoulder, that pulled quite tightly. Seeing through his farron, he saw a girl with long flowing hair, and an intricately decorated mask covering her whole face. Who had a frown on, as well as heavy red armor.

"Wait, if you let them know we're here, they'll escape before we can even get a glimpse of who they are." She informed him, and her hand retracted.

She had a point, and his greatsword returned to the large scabbard. Furthermore, who was this girl, another Watcher unmasked? No...she would have presented the bladegrass. Was her foe also the hold of the abyss? Any enemy of the abyss is an ally to the Watcher's, and to the old wolf itself. Even if she is able to smite them without the wolf's blood.

She turned slightly from him to the door, and held her hand towards it. The Watcher backed slightly to allow her access to the door. The round knob turned in her hand, the door opened, and out came the voice of the girl in the red dress.

"-is why you need, us" The voice said, as if she wasn't damaged from the fight earlier.

"Fine, but the White Fang expects you to hold your end of the bargain, Fall" Another rough voice came through the door.

Finally, the girl next to him whispered "Looks like the White Fang is here, I thought they would be, damn." Slightly muffled however. She turned to the Watcher, who had already started towards the door quietly, she followed as well, they both instinctively crouched when they entered the warehouse. From behind a large crate, they listened onto the ongoing deal.

"We'll meet you at the location. And you'd better be there." He half-threatened.

"We will, and with the Lien for you." She rubbed off the threat.

"Hmph, we're done here, move out." They finally stole a glance at the scene, and saw the masked side, as well as the fighters from the forest.

The girl seemed to know the leader, who was identified as 'Adam Taurus' of the White Fang. There were people behind him, who seemed to turn with the leader, towards the a large opening in the building, leading outside. The people from the forest remained for a minute, conversing about superficial topics.

"What do you say, should we interrupt their little 'party'?" The girl asked. The Watcher seemed to agree, with the great sword's removal from the scabbard, and the bone-like dagger from his waist-belt. The girl next to him had revealed a sheathe the same size as his, but incredibly thicker, and circular.

"Let's get onto it then, shall we?" She finally exclaimed.

Thank you, please tell me if you liked.

I'll see you next time!