Leragas: I have quite the idea in mind, and yes, Carl is humble now. There's a reason for me writing like this, and I won't introduce any other hero into this fanfic. Not yet, at the very least. It would be too cliche to put a enemy of magic with a magician in a team anyways. Otherwise, I would have rather used Magina instead of Yunero. Plus, Carl has never had proper interactions in the Dota universe so I want to try and expand on that. So yes, of all the 114 available heroes, I chose Carl for that specific reason. There are also other reasons why, but that is the main reason on why I want to add in Carl. Plus introducing another hero this soon will make this fanfic seem somewhat off, at least in my opinion.

Swaglord: I can't fully guarantee interesting stuff, but I'm glad you find it so.

Pink Pidgeon: Yeah, Loregasm is pretty good in that aspect. I've binged watched it several times when I was bored. Carl's personality is really hard to grasp, even for me. I am simply trying to show how Carl is affected by the war, as well as Yunero. The thing is, Carl is the kind who will make sure he leaves an impact but he won't try to dominate the world, because it is useless for him to do so. And yes, he's left his impact in someway that I won't say now.

Jaune's POV

How was he so unlucky and lucky at the same time? Jaune couldn't help but wonder the events that had happened today so far. Firstly, his locker had been relocated to somewhere else in the locker room and it had taken him forever to find it. When he finally found it however, the showers were beginning to fill up, and it had defeated the purpose of him waking up so early to prepare. After waiting for at least another twenty minutes, he had finally managed to take a shower and freshened up but Yunero appeared to be nowhere in sight as he headed back to his locker. It seemed like he would be keeping the extra outfit until he could find Yunero again.

Then while still in the lockers room, he had been yelled at by a girl who had to be one of the prettiest that he had seen so far. Her snow white hair along with her albino like complexion was what had to be the most appealing features about her. The thing was, he was yelled at by Weiss for not knowing who she and Pyrrha Nikos were. Was it really a big deal that he should know them? Apparently most of the people present did, as many have seemed send some look of acknowledgement or recognition to her and they walked past them.

His breakfast had appeared to be nothing but plain noodles, and he had to eat what had to be a pretty bad breakfast alone. Times like this made him appreciate his mother's cooking. Sighing, he had managed to somehow finish up breakfast, and before he knew it, it was time for initiation. How had time gone past so fast, he didn't know. But before he knew it, he was standing on a spot that was apparently a cliff that gave a bird eye's view of the the place of the initiation, Emerald Forest. A landing strategy. Those words had plagued him to no end, as he now flew through the air. When the headmaster had told him that he would have to use his own landing strategy, he had been launched throughout the air before he knew it. He didn't even have the chance to ask someone for an idea on how to land, not even Yunero who had been one of the first few people to fly off the cliff, although he seemed pretty confident about it.

As he flew off the cliff into what was probably his death, he began to look back on his pretty boring life. Why had he wanted to become a huntsman in the first place? He came from a lineage of famous hunters, and he definitely wanted to continue that tradition. Looking back at it now, wasn't it somewhat of a foolish notion to think as such? He wouldn't be plunging to his death by now had he not faked his transcripts. He most certainly wouldn't have met Yunero though, if had he not come here. Speaking of Yunero, where was he?

Fortunately or unfortunately, he was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he didn't see the spear sailing through the air towards him until it nicked him by his hoodie and impaled him to the nearest tree. "Oof!" He felt the impact of being nailed to the tree and couldn't help but let out a grunt of slight pain.

"Sorry!" He turned to the direction of the yell, and found the Pyrrha Nikos looking in her direction as she fell too, although she probably had a landing strategy unlike him. Despite all that, he couldn't help but be relieved as the Spartan disappeared from sight and into the thick foliage of the trees. He had been saved after all and she was probably his partner since they made eye contact. As he tried to pull the spear of his hoodie to free himself, he realized two things. One, he was trying to pull the spear from a pretty bad angle as he could exerted lesser strength than normal when he pulled from his position. And he was also probably stuck until she got here and removed her spear. Great, he thought sardonically.

Ruby's POV

Ruby Rose wasn't a social person. She came to the initiation, secretly hoping that she would be able to pair up with Yang so that she wouldn't have to be so awkward as she would have her sis by her side when it came to social interactions. That plan however, was shot to hell with two factors. One, the headmaster had said that the moment she made eye contact with anyone, the person would be her partner. Two, after she and Yang had been launched, Yang had made use of the recoil from her shotguns in her gauntlets to propel her further and while Crescent Rose could do the same, her sniper rifle wasn't going to be as effective as Yang's shotguns.

She had resigned to her fate, which led her to using her baby to perform her own landing. However, she slammed into a small Nevermore on her descent. "Birdie, no!" She couldn't help but yell on reflex, before she began using Crescent Rose to start slowing her descent by using the recoil of her sniper rifle to slow her down. Ruby couldn't help but blush a scarlet red, for someone had probably seen that and had a good laugh. That blush faded away almost immediately as she began to focus on her next task in mind as she landed safely; to find Yang and pair up with her. With her speed semblance, she should be able to catch up to her sister in no time, right?

Carl's POV

Time. It should have been a meaningless concept to him, with him having cast the Sempiternal Catnap, granting longevity beyond imagination. It didn't mean that he couldn't die though, but he had certainly made use of the time that was on his hands to practice and continuously refine his magic, all while discovering new types of magic along the way. It had taken him a few millennia, but he had finally ascended to the top of the world, or so he thought. Then he was thrust into the War, tempted by the Dire Ancient, with it having claimed to have invocations that were beyond his imagination. He had accepted readily, of course. But what he didn't expect was that his power and greatness was reduced by the Ancients, both of them having some sort of rule that none were too strong or overpowered, in their terms. At first, the Invoker had seethed at the mere thought of it.

Yet, after the first few battles, he found himself beginning to enjoy it. It was fun. It was fun to be able to be limited and challenged, both physically and mentally all while finding new avenues that challenged his mind for once. He had laid his hands on what would definitely be deemed priceless items, such as the legendary Aghanim's Scepter, which was said to hold immense power that belonged to the demigod like wizard Aghanim. He also wielded otherworldly items, such as the Scythe of Vyse, which was the most guarded artifact amongst the Cult of Vyse. Hence, he had never attempted to try and get it back in his world due to the amount of trouble it would bring. The Octarine Core, which was what many considered to be the core of Spellcraft manifested in a physical form. The core of Spellcraft held spectrums that only the crème de la crème could even detect.

However, as time went on, Carl found himself growing bored of the War. Sure, he had seen spells like unique to others and he realised that most of them were useless in the end due to the spells that he had in his arsenal mostly triumphing what the other Heroes had or simply had no place in his fighting style as a magi. Those that were more useful, he came to a realization. He would never be able to master them, no matter how hard he tried. For example, Storm Spirit's Ball Lightning trumped any mobility spell he had, even his Ghost Walk. After all, being able to ball through any sort of terrain and while it still being an offensive spell made it much better than Myrault's Hinder-Gast. Yet, his body most definitely would not be able to handle becoming nothing but raw lightning, even for a second. Not without him becoming fried. Rajin had fused with a celestial, and that was the only reason why the Storm Spirit could perform such a feat. Even if one had an extremely high affinity to the element of lightning, the user could not stay in that form for too long and he wouldn't be able to move as fast as Rajin. So that was out of the box. Another was the Pulse Nova of Leshrac, whose body constantly pulsed with power when activated, striking foes that dared to stand near the Tormented Soul. He could never hope to have such an pulse of power constantly surging through him, unless he wanted his body vaporized into nothingness.

Not to mention the terrors he saw and the horrible experiences that he had. For the first time and for many times to come, he would feel a blade cutting into his flesh like it was nothing. Death was something that always disorientated him, for he never experienced death with his longevity. Through the mouth of Visage, he learnt that the Narrow Maze and the Underscape awaited him the day when he truly died. He had felt the crippling fear from the Night Stalker when it was night time, and when the creature of darkness would use the spell on him. He had been poisoned and earned a slow and agonizing death slowly, by the sadistic Viper who wished to reign as the most toxic creature of the Nether Realm. He had his life sucked out in front of him by the Grandmaster of Oblivion, his life literally flashing before his eyes. He had his mana pool emptied by Magina, before he was brought down to his knees and his mana pool turned upon himself. Not to mention many more experiences, even some humiliating ones.

Arc Warden had warned him of meddling with powers beyond his imagination. At first, with his ego, he had brushed that off. But after witnessing what the Fundamentals and other beings of greater power of him(as much as he hated to admit it at first), he couldn't helped but be in awe of what they could do. Nessaj, who rode on the steed Armageddon itself, could pull alternate versions of himself from other universes to himself. Darchrow, of the Void, could create Black holes. Io, could literally cross planes and tether to someone, giving them strength from between the planes. Ezalor, Light personified, could easily create light out of nothing with his staff and illuminate the immediate area around him by just being around. Weaver could literally rewrite time if he wished. Feats like this were truly beyond him.

As time rewound itself after each conclusion, Carl found himself stuck in an endless time loop, doomed to forever repeat the same type of battle, only with varying variables such as different heroes and the occasional odd way that the enemies or allies built their items. Who knew that going Dagon on Morphling could be so effective and devastating, all while being able to send the opposing team into an angered state? He knew that shitty feeling all too well.

Yet, somehow, he had managed to get out of the War, as if a higher power had heard his thoughts. But it was impossible, there was no higher power than the Fundamentals and the Weavers, right? Skitskurr, who had the talent and skills of a Master Weaver, had somehow got entrapped in the never-ending cycle too, so it was impossible for them to escape. A Weaver was one that weaved the very fabric of Creation itself, and a Master Weaver was placed in charge of a small patch of creation. A small patch however, could have a large impact. Should even a small patch come undone, whole worlds would come undone. So how did Skitskurr even come to be trapped in the War? He had a theory about Skitskurr and why he ended up trapped in the War, but he couldn't be sure about it yet.

What mattered most however, was the bittersweet taste of freedom. He was free. Free from the war. There had been only one problem when he first arrived to Remnant. It wasn't his world. His world was brimming with creatures and humans who could wield mana. Remnant did not. His world had an extremely large population, with several different races and species. Remnant only had Fanus, Humans and Grimm as the main species. And the evil, soulless creatures were the ones that dominated the world. The soulless creatures reminded him of Balanar in a way, yet even the Night Stalker had one thing that differentiated itself from the Grimm. A Soul.

With nothing else to work with but his magic and mind, Carl did the only thing he could; explore the entirety of Remnant. His first experience with Grimm was almost too easy, he had not lived through the War without the experiences, and from those experiences did he draw upon to fight the Grimm. From the typical werewolf like Grimm to those that resembled a Sea Dragon, he had fought almost all the types of Grimm. Yet, none of them could compare to the true challenges that he had faced in the War.

There was one problem now. One that plagued him to no end. His full power was here with him, yet he couldn't bring it out to its fullest potential. Not anymore. Not after the War. His mind was too tuned and used to only use the ten weakened invocations that he had taken into the War. After all, sow an action, reap a habit. Sow a habit, reap a character. Sow a character, reap a destiny. Thus, he began his next and most important project of all; remastering his entire arsenal and bringing out the fullest potential of his spells once more. His mind was his arcanery, it wouldn't take too long to regain full use of powers, right?

"Still thinking about the past?" Carl couldn't help but threw a wry smile at the Juggernaut, shaking his head as he did so. The two of them had managed to set a comfortable pace, heading towards the ruins. Their encounter with Grimm was rather limited, allowing them to move fast. With their skills, any Grimm that they had met would be dispatched rather fast, giving them the opportunity to keep up the "normal" pace that they had set for themselves.

"Not exactly. It's something else that I've been working on." Despite investing a few millennia's worth of time to retrieve his entire arsenal, the results were less than satisfying. Up to now, his full arsenal had not been fully recovered, but he had at least managed to regain the stronger spells of old, one being a handy spell that gave him a youthful appearance as long as he lived.

"That's rare. I suppose it's good to see your caustic personality finally gone." Yunero commented, before murmuring something that even Carl couldn't pick up.

"It's not gone. It's simply... sealed away, right now, along with most of my abilities." Carl admitted, a hint of hesitation in his words as he tried to get them out.

"Why seal yourself?" Yunero, surprised, came to a halt almost immediately. "And how do you know sealing?"

"I sealed my ability to invoke all my spells except for a few, to be precise. With those that I keep, I've found a way to cast them without using my orbs. And Runes are the easiest form of sealing, it doesn't take a genius to figure things out."

"But why?"

"To keep a low profile. The last thing I need is my name spreading." Yunero, in a rare moment, snickered at that, as if it was a bad joke. Then again, it probably was. His profile and personality back in his original world was a rather huge contrast to what it was now. The Carl back then wouldn't have taken steps in concealing his identity. In fact, he would have probably used a spell or two to leave a lasting impression. Oh, how have times changed...

"Right... Carl the Invoker actually taking steps to concealing his identity. Sun Wu Kong would have a riot if he ever heard that." Carl couldn't help but nod his head at that one.

"And Yunero the Juggernaut actually conversing with the Invoker in a civil manner. It would make for a rather bad joke, wouldn't it?"

Blake's POV

"So, seems like we're not the first pair to arrive." Blake's heart skipped a bit, noticing what the artifacts exactly were. Chess pieces. Seating neatly around the area were sixteen different stands, although four of which had nothing on them, indicating that there had been others here before them. The pieces that were gone had to four Pawns, as there were no Pawn Pieces left present. There were four Knights, four Rooks, Four Bishops and in the top part of the circle were another two stands, only those stands each contained a piece that caught her eye. Two Queens, sitting lithely on the stands. The first question that came to her mind was, why were there two Queen pieces sitting in the top arc? Why not just arrange them properly along with the rest?

She remembered what which piece stood for in chess. The Knights, fast moving pieces designed for moving by leaps of intuition along an L shape. One interesting thing that piece was that no matter how you played it, every time you moved it, it would always alternate ending up in a black or white spot. Never any other way.

The Rooks, designed for movement along the four Cardinal Directions. It was simple, they represented the sordid, firm and undying will of people and their physical prowess to boot as well.

The Bishops, only able to move diagonally and stay in the colour of the piece that they are.

But the most important piece, the Queen, or Queens in this case. It represented the limitless flexibility and potential that one could have, and were able to move in any direction throughout the board. So who exactly were the two strong enough for them to get the Queen Pieces? Blake knew that despite how much she wanted it to be, she most definitely could not be a Queen in this case. She didn't know how she knew it, she simply did. However, she still did not want to be seen as something worthless. After all, they were pieces in a game and she wanted to prove that she was better than a Pawn.

"Hey, Blake. How about a cute little pony?" Her partner suggested, holding up one of the Knights. Nodding her head, Blake took the Knight Piece from the stand opposite of Yang's. Grasping it in her hand, she analyzed the piece, noticing how Yang's Knight was a tint of yellow instead of the conventional white or black like typical chess pieces. "Well, that wasn't too hard." Yang commented first.

"Well, it's not like this place was very difficult to find." Blake pointed out, noting that this place was in fact, actually pretty noticeable. It was like the Headmaster wanted them to find this place. But there had to be more to this initiation then just finding the relics, right?

"Huh, seems like we weren't the here first, Yunero." Turning towards the forest, she watched as two figures emerged from the thick foliage. One was the swordsman that had observed her during the little incident with the Schnee yesterday, whom she dubbed to be Yunero. However, the second figure made her eyes go as wide as saucers, upon seeing the person that had possibly impacted her life the most, even more so than Adam Taurus himself. Not that she would probably admit it anyways.

"Carl." It wasn't a friendly greeting or anything, more of one with hostility complete with the glare.

"Fancy meeting you here, Belladonna." The infuriating smirk that she knew adorned his face, and Blake was beginning to question her decision on whether she should have come to Beacon or not in the first place. She should have just applied for a different Academy, maybe Haven or Shade would have been a better choice at this rate. Why did she even apply for Beacon in the first place? Sure it did cost her less lien, but now she was contemplating if saving a bit of lien was worth it.

"What are you doing here?"

"Taking the initiation, what else?"

"I'm surprised that you needed to take one, what happened to being a Beacon of Knowledge blazing across a black sea of ignorance?" Now it was her turn to smirk, as Carl lost that smirk of his and his face morphed into a sign of annoyance. Good, it seemed like she still had the ability to mess with Carl.

"Damm, Blake! That was a good pun." Yang gave her a thumbs up, but she ignored it, still focused on Carl. Until Yunero broke the silence.

"Should have told me you have a girlfriend, Carl." Now, it was the swordsman's turn to smirk as she lost the smirk simultaneously. "I'm surprised that you found someone else who can match you in a battle of words." He continued, sounding almost innocent of not for the smirk on Yunero.

"We aren't dating, that I can assure you, Yunero." Carl was the first to react, glaring at Yunero who seemed to shrug off the glare like it was nothing.

"A pity, you two would make a good couple." If this was Carl's friend, she dreaded the implications that would follow. He seemed to- Her train of thought was derailed by a sound that seemed to be directly coming from above? And it seemed to be getting louder. Then the high pitched scream came. She winced ever so slightly, her face managing to stay neutral somehow as she tanked the slight pain that was the result of the scream.

"Hey, some girl's in trouble!" Blake meanwhile, looked up, trying to spot what was going on above. By the sounds of it, someone was falling. Her yellow eyes peered into the sky, and she spotted the red hood/cape of a certain girl. "Blake, did you hear that?" Ignoring Yang's question, she pointed a single finger upward, which caused her partner to look up as well. "Alacrity!" Just in time to see Carl leaping up as he spoke a single word. Since when could he leap up that high?

Yunero snickered lightly. "Show off." The next two actions that Carl took made her see him in a new light. One, he managed to somehow push a blonde boy that flew out of nowhere and redirect his flight path towards Yunero. Two, he managed to somehow almost immediately twist his body midair to turn a full 180 degrees and catch Ruby in a bridal carry. The result? Blonde boy was caught by Yunero, still standing without any problem while Carl landed safely on the ground, his knees slightly bent as he put the now stupefied Ruby onto the ground.

"That. Was. AWESOME!"

"So people find the weirdest ways to get to this place. Good to know." Carl commented, dusting himself just as the next weird thing happened. From the forest, an explosion was heard, along with the joyous shriek of a girl. Wait. Was that a girl riding in on an Ursa? The Ursa collapsed onto the ground, dead, making the girl roll down from its back, while a guy emerged from the back of it too. He must have been clinging onto the back of Ursa.

"Aw, it's broken." The girl said it in such a sad tone, as if she was genuinely sad.

"Nora? Please, never do that again." The guy panted. It seemed that the Ursa riding had taken its toll on his stamina, as he panted. Meanwhile, the girl had managed to somehow get past them so fast that they didn't even notice. Then she grasped the golden Rook and began to balance it on her head. Blake couldn't really tell if this was actually happening or whether this was simply a dream. Still, she was somewhat proud of herself of being able to keep on a poker face.

"I'm the Queen of the Castle~" The now identified Nora sang, and this cemented the fact that the girl had probably a few screws lose in her mind, at least in Blake's eyes.

"Nora!" The boy yelled, and still with the Rook on her head, managed to somehow come to a complete stop and salute, before letting the piece fall onto a hand and dashing towards the boy. Ok, so she was energetic too.

"Did that girl just ride in on an Ursa?" Yang questioned, as if she sounded unsure of herself. Well, any sane person would probably question themselves too if this played out right in front of their eyes.

"I-" Whatever she was going to say was cut off, as the roar of a Deathstalker made them turn their heads towards the source, where a rather large one was chasing down a certain redheaded Spartan, leaving smashed and destroyed trees in its wake. The skill of Pyrrha Nikos was undoubtedly real, as she managed to somehow leap and avoid a few blows from the Deathstalker which might have otherwise guaranteed her to be 6 feet under.

"Jaune! You're alright!" She yelled, a hint of desperation that Blake could find.

"Did she just run all the way here with a Deathstalker on her tail?" This time, it was herself who raised the question.

"Why, yes of course." Carl took this chance to give her a perfectly deadpan response. Normally she would be annoyed by it, but now wasn't the time. Not when her partner seemed to be ready to explode.

Yang's lilac eyes turned into a crimson red, and a fiery aura emitted from her. Her partner seemed to have a short fuse of sorts, and she doubted that was really a good thing. "I can't take it anymore! Could everyone just chill out for two seconds before something crazy happens again?" Exactly two seconds passed, before she noticed Ruby pointing meekly upwards just as Ren joined them.

"Erm, Yang?" Looking up, she spotted the Schnee heiress dangling off the talon of the Nevermore that had been circling them around for a bit.

"How could you leave me?" For some reason, Ruby was able to hear the Schnee's yell. Then again, she was a shy but hyperactive 15 year old girl.

"I said, jump." Ruby shrugged her shoulders, although her facial expression was a dead giveaway that she hadn't been exactly sure about that move herself either. She probably still wasn't.

"She's gonna fall." Blake couldn't help but point out. Despite her dislike of the Schnee Heiress, she didn't want to see her die. She wasn't as cruel as others, after all.

"She'll be fine." Ruby stated again, but her voice gave away her worry this time.

"She's falling." Ren deadpanned.

"One would think that you guys should at least help." Carl pointed out. "Don't worry, I got it!" Jaune yelled, dashing forward his hands outreached. Well, it was easy to predict what happened next.

"My hero..." For some reason, Blake couldn't help but feel that Weiss had unintentionally stole Carl's thunder. After all, he was the most sarcastic person she knew and Blake highly doubted that she was going to find someone else as sarcastic as him.

"My back..." Jaune groaned out, feeling the pain. Well, at least the blonde knight helped, when no one else would.

Just then, a spartan came flying, landing near Ruby and Yang, her form crumpled on the ground. It seemed that she couldn't have evaded the Deathstalker for too long, judging by her exhaustion. "Great, the gang's all here. Now we can die together." Yang spoke sardonically, triggering a response from Ruby.

"Not if I can help it!" She began to whip out her scythe, but was stopped by Yunero who put a hand in front of her. How had he gotten in front of her so fast?

"Do not charge in recklessly. Impatience will only get you killed. That Grimm is old, by the looks of it. Not to mention that we have the Giant Nevermore still circling us. And it seems that we have even more company too." He gestured towards the woods, where another Grimm came bursting out. And boy it was tall.

"That's a Goliath? How is that possible? Dad said they travel in herds and are found outside the Kingdoms!" Ruby began to panic, but Yunero put a hand on her shoulder, effectively calming her down. It was strange how both Yunero and Carl were so calm, as if this was nothing new to them.

"Damm, are we going to make it out of this alive?" Jaune had a valid point. They were all young Huntsmen and Huntresses in training, how were they going to deal with all of this?

"And that is why I told you to not recklessly charge in. We cannot afford to flee now. We must fight." Then Yunero drew what Blake had to deem the most beautiful blade that she had ever seen in her entire life. She couldn't help but be enthralled by the sword, glowing pink with Sakura petals falling to the ground even as it remained still. The blade appeared to be serrated, with some sort of engraving on its blade. The hilt, if it could even be called one, was simply some sort of metal wrapped around the handle and the bottom part of the blade. The bottom of the handle had a gem attached to it, with some sort of claw like thing holding it in place. "And we will win." For some reason, Blake couldn't help but find herself wanting to agree wholeheartedly with Yunero as she began to reach for Gambol Shroud.

A/N: And that concludes this chapter. To be honest, writing from the perspective of Blake is rather difficult due to the fact that Blake is a very hard character to write itself. But I tried anyways, and yolo. Personally, I'm someone satisfied with this chapter and if you are curious about the stuff about Carl, please understand that I won't explain it all just yet. These kinds of things will take a while to fully explain, as the plot develops.

Hoped you guys enjoyed this chapter and leave a review if you guys think that there's room for improvement or any requests that you want! Some requests will be considered. Feel free to PM me if you want. Absurd requests are obviously not allowed and dun flame. I am only a amateur at this shit.

On that note, peace out mofos!

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