Chapter 10

Previously:

It was Weaver.

"CHANGE IN PLANS, LADS! WE. MOVE. NOW!"

A chorus of cheers erupted through-out the arena.

As figures garbed in all black armor, from head to toe, scattered throughout the stadium, and later; all of Vale.

Weaver turned.

"HOUST OURS COLORS MR. ORDERS."

He yelled to Otto, who was above him, on his left.

"with pleasure captain. HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEHEEEEE!"

The figure ran to the control system, laughing like a maniac and the next thing everyone knew, in place of the red screen and black Queen, stood a White King with a Green background.

The figures in black began running amuck, killing any Grimm or white fang they came across, for every one that died; 10 more filled the void.

Nocternal stood atop the CCT, laughing, a look of pride and joy on her face. She was soon joined by Weaper; she was bloody from the countless white fang members she had killed.

Ragnorok stood ready at the bottom of the tower, the white fang approached.

That when Weaver spoke over their headsets they had dawned that morning.

'I'm inbound from Vytal, no one gets passed.'

'sir.'

A smile on his face. Ragnorok noticed team CFVY, SSSN and so on enter the scene as he began his game.

As the battle for beacon began Ragnorok killed hundreds upon hundreds.

He couldn't help laughing as white fang members, androids and Grimm alike fell to him.
he was having so much fun; he almost missed Pestilence notifying him about him making his way to where he knew his target to be.

Pestilence dashed past opponents of all sorts.

Grimm, white fang, even a few other that were marked for death: Junior, the chainsaw major, Adam's second in command. Many passed him, but he had very particular target.

As he neared his enemy. he paused, as he saw Adam Taurus take the head of Blake, that was when he saw her holding yang in her arms.

Despite everything, Pestilence smiled and tore off the cloak that all members of The Light wore.

As Adam made to follow, pestilence turned to dust and traversed the distance, going right through Adam with a "guess who", and covering his back with dust, and appearing in front of him, his frog/toad-like features displayed.

Green skin shinning in the fire's light, webbed fingers lose at his sides, as gravity and earth dust played out of his hand and around his fingers.

"come on."

He said with a smile.

Adam growled and attacked.

Pestilence snapped his fingers and the dust on the bull's back exploded, sending him stumbling forward, right into his rising knee. Adam landed on his back, pestilence didn't let up.

He sprayed ice and lighting dust right at him.

But Adam drew his blade and absorbed the dust into his blade.

Pestilence stopped. 'shit.' He thought.

He jumped back, over 10 feet in the air, and stuck to the wall, barely dodging the attack that continued into cutting clean through the wall.

As the fight continued. Pestilence kept up a persistence of hit and run attacks.

Adam blocked and countered. But pestilence's ability to turn any part of his body to any kind of dust was proving to be difficult.

Putting his weapon to his side, Adam asked pestilence.

"why are we fighting? We are both of the same kind, you and I; we've both experienced the same kind of pain from the humans; join us."

The response was a bolt of lightning striking his back.

Adam whirled around, a but saw nothing.

All of the sudden; he was struck by a multitude of simultaneous attacks from all sides.

Followed by total, and complete blackness.

As Ruby ran through the door back into the arena. She saw her friend Penny Polendina, lying in pieces on the arena floor, Pyrrha standing a few meters or so from her.

A look of shock and horror on her face.

That was when she fell to her knees, and began to cry.

She heard Mercury follow her out, and heard the voice of Ella Canus come from behind her.

Turning her head, Ruby Rose saw Mercury aim a kick at Ella's head, just as she tilted her head as she pulled a knife and made an upwards cut a Mercury's arm that was sticking out, taking his arm clean off.

Ruby stared at the blood gushing out of the wound, even as Mercury fell to the ground, screaming.

Ella circled behind him, and, grabbing his neck, slammed his head into the wall, knocking him out.

Looking up, Ella made a face at ruby, as if to ask:

"the hell are you still here for?"

Ruby turned back to her friend only to see a Nevermore coming right at Pyrrha.

Acting on instinct; she ran forward, grabbing one of penny's swords she ran to save her friend.

As she ran, she heard ella talking to someone on the other end of what she thought was a scroll.

Upon stabbing the blade in the Nevermore's gut,

Ruby's emotions were running on high.

"Ruby?" Pyrrha asked, not believing it.

"LEAVE HER ALONE-"

She didn't get far in her message as a GIGANTIC black hand impaled the bird through it's gut.

All the huntsmen and huntresses in the area stared, as Darken withdrew his MASSIVELY over grown hand from the Grimm's body.

"I would recommend you all clear the arena, NOW."

That was when at least twenty Griffins landed on the arena's walls.

Everyone called in their weapons, as they landed, and Ruby asked for Suns scroll,

Darken held his hand out, palm down, and as he made it a fist, he turned it upwards, and brought it up.

3 full-grown Creeps came out of the ground,

Everyone stared.

Darken turned to Ella.

"I need to get moving.

Ill take this, just get them out if here."

She nodded.

He crossed his arms, almost like he was hugging himself.

Then, he threw his arms out, and long, black tendrils came flying out of his body.

Every, single, one, hit a Grimm, once it was grabbed, the appendage sucked it into his body.

It was over in seconds.

Darken smiled, sprouted wings and took to the skies.

…

As destruction rained across all of Vale, Emerald ran through the streets, she couldn't help but feel sympathy for these people.

'this could be me.'

She thought, as she saw a beowolf beak into a house, where the people inside screamed.

She was broken out of her musings, when a skeleton's hand broke through the ground and grabbed her ankle.

"didn't think I'd just let you run on by, did you?"

A man's voice said.

Emerald tried to look up, but more skeletal hands popped out of the ground, grabbing at her.

Emerald was soon pinned to the ground.

Held by the dead's' icy grip.

"it a pity you chose this path, you could have been a great asset to us."

He almost sounded sad.

"but you made your chose"

Here he showed himself.

He wore a dark, fitted suit, the kind that swallowed all light in the vicinity.

A long dark trench coat clung to his ankles in tatters. Emerald would have thought he was an aristocrat if not for the black leather gloves… and the fact that he looked like he was a cancer patient with his sullen check bones, bald head, and dark grey skin.

So yeah: not an aristocrat.

Emerald watched as the man pulled out a large two-handed scythe with one hand.

Emerald's eyes went wide with fear.

"please, wai-"

He didn't wait,

He swung.

Her head fell.

Gabriel had succeeded, it was on to the tower now.

Lee and Leo were the only ones of The Light to be teamed up for a 2-on-2, with Juniors girls.

While Coal fought with the man himself,

They were to keep the girls distracted.

They were in agreement; this was going to suck.

They got to the place where Junior was said to be hiding.

Lee pulled out a pair of gloves.

They were made from steel and cloth.

Lee was one of the non-dust-users in The Light,

He preferred to use his aura and semblance.

Leo, on the other hand, pulled out two knives.

Their blades were black, the grips, were red.

They were plain weapons, Leo liked it that way.

They were entering the club where they knew Junior would be.

They were right.

As they continued down into the club, they heard the sounds of battle.

Gun fire sounded off constantly,

The sounds of the dying were everywhere.

They crept through the door and observed the fight.

Their jobs were to wait for Melanie and Miltia to arrive.

Then kill them.

They waited for a few minutes.

Then, they saw them, the two girls were approaching Coal from behind, ready to attack him from behind.

That was when they made their move, Leo active his power and crept up behind the girl in white.

While Lee leapt at the girl in red, swinging at her head with all his might.

Neither saw it coming, the one in red was shot clean across the room from the blow that lee had given her.

As she slammed into the wall, her head crashed into the wall at an angle; breaking her neck, killing her instantly.

Leo, meanwhile, had snuck up behind the one in white, and stabbed her repeatedly in the back of the neck,

Even as she died, she called out to her sister.

"Miltia, no…"

Then she was gone.

Leo dropped her to the ground with a THUMP.

"goodnight."

He said, his voice deadly calm.

Walking up to his brother, he held up his right arm.

His brother raised his own right arm.

They crossed them.

"Bros before hoes."

Lee said, a broad smile on his face.

"here here."

Leo said, a small smile on his own.

They turned in time to see Coal walk out of the wreckage of his and juniors fight.

"getting acquainted with the locals, eh Sev?"

Coal Seven never missed a beat.

"that was fun."

He said with a psychotic look on his face, complete with a bloody smile.

"let's move."

Coal said, his arm morphing back from a minigun, into a hand.

Together they left the club.

Ragnorok had never felt so GREAT; NEVER in his life had he felt so high.

The androids had turned as they knew they would.

Weaver had decided to let Ragnorok to have some fun, so he kept Otto from tampering with that bit of her plan.

As everyone watched, Ragnorok mercilessly slaughtered ALL in his path: White fang, Grimm, and androids alike, fell to his strength.

As team SSSN, CFVY, and JNPR fought off one of the paladins,

Ragnorok was killing five… with ease.

That was when Coco called on Velvet, stepping forward, and began to tear it apart.

But before she could finish it with Coco's own weapon;

Ragnorok turned his blade into it's 3rd and final mode:

A Gatling laser.

He fired it right at the thing, killing it instantly.

It turned back into a sword, and he used it to cut another Paladin clean in half.

"how did you-"

She tried to ask.

"we lied."

Ragnorok said.

Seeing the confused look on everyone's face; he elaborated.

"team SPDR, GLDE, SCLD, and SNOW. Were all part of a conspiracy against an enemy of Ozpin's, the fact is; our semblances, our weapons, personal history and personalities, were lies. my power is not of super strength; it's the power to control aura!" pestilence, you call him Prog: has control over Dust, his body makes it, and turns into it. Remember darken? Well he came control the Grimm as well as spawn them!"

As Ragnorok went off, everyone stared as on at him…

Or rather what was behind him.

An ear scattering ROAR, caught his attention.

As Ragnorok spun on his heel, he saw what had drawn their attention.

Mount Glenn Exploded and out of it; came a Dragon.

Ragnorok's hand went to his ear.

This was bad.

"DARKEN! IT'S HERE!"

Ragnorok spoke loudly, but it was his tone that gave away how grave things were.

Darken's voice came over the headset.

Ironwood knew Weaver was hiding something, now he knew what.

Weaver's teammate, Darken was currently leading a murder of Nevermore against his ships,

The irony wasn't lost on him.

Normally he would be ready for destroying the Grimm without hesitation,

But considering how he was riding on one of said Grimm, and the fact that, for now,

the skies were filled with enemy ships; he'd withhold for now.

Ironwood was Darken put his hand to his ear and shout.

"I GOT IT COVERED, GIVE ME SUPPRESSING FIRE!"

Darken yelled.

Ironwood was about to ask what he was talking about when Darken spoke to him.

"I'm going to send my Grimm to help to take back your ship." Here his tone changed.

"I have business with the spawn."

Ironwood had no time to ask, next time he knew he was dive-bombing his ship's deck.

Darken stood atop a Griffin that was the size of a full grown Nevermore.

He was ready.

As the Dragon approached, he straitened.

He gave off a primal roar, one that was equal parts terrifying and earth-shattering

The Dragon screeched back at him.

It charged at him, and he charged back.

Upon collision, Darken jumped off of his mounts back and onto the Dragons.

He grabbed at its wings as they came by, but even as he grabbed them; it's tail whipped up and sliced into his back, but he didn't wince or cry out. He used to pain to fuel his power in pulling the wings of the creature clean off its body.

As he, the Griffin, and the Dragon fell.

Darken managed to yell into his headset mic.

"the problem has been dealt with."

Darken said as he absorbed the last of the dragon into his body, and slammed into the ground.

Ironwood crashed onto the deck with a THUD!

Standing, he noticed he wasn't the only one on the deck.

He stood there as the one he would soon learn to call Slade, fighting against Roman Torchwick and his sidekick Neo.

Slade wielded twin pistols, that he utilized with amazing skill.

Ironwood knew he was full of it; this boy was unnatural in his skill.

The side-arms were semi-automatic.

As Slade fired them off, Neo vaulted over Roman's back and blocked them.

The moment she did, Slade ran forward.

Twin swords replacing the guns, and the melee began.

As the fight progressed it became apparent Slade was more than a match for Roman and Neo.

Ironwood was reticent to admit that the boy was probably skilled enough that he could bring even winter to her knees.

The one he would come to know as Slade, was clearly holding back against the two.

Then, out of nowhere, he jumped back, out of the melee.

He brought his hand to his ear, like darken had done, and spoke.

"are you in position?"

A muffled and static reply followed.

"Copy that."

Slade took his hand away, and jumped back in to the fray.

This time: it was on.

Slade was serious.

In mere seconds; he had grabbed Neo by the hair and threw her clean over the edge of the ship her trench coat trailing behind her. "NEO!" Roman yelled.

Then it was him and Slade.

Neither Slade or Ironwood knew how Roman had gotten Slade on his back, but once he had, he began talking.

"I may not be a gambling man; but even I know there some bets you just don't take-"

Torchwick got no further,

Partly because ironwood took that moment to interfere in the fight; by firing a shot a Roman with his revolver. But mostly because Slade had grabbed Roman's leg; and it was obliterated.

He fell to the ground in pain, screaming at the loss of his leg.

Slade stood, pulled out a broad sword, and cut off his head.

Ironwood joined him a few seconds later.

"you did good work young man. Perhaps you would be interested in working for me? When all of this is over, that is."

Slade gave a small smile.

"it may be a while till she falls; but when she does; I think I will."

Ironwood looked at him.

"what do you mean: "'till she falls'"?"

Slade grinned. "you'll see."

Devinchi and Desmond had been heading to the rendezvous point they had, at one point, scheduled with Slade.

Unfortunately; the two brothers had been interrupted…

By the White Fang Lieutenant.

Ok, not EXXACTLY according to plan, but this could work.

They looked at each other.

The message was clear.

'Lure, trap and kill.'
both turned, and ran to the LZ.

Firing off shot after shot, Desmond looked at Devinchi and nodded.

'he's mine.'

Devinchi took off, leaving Desmond behind to finish the 1st half of their job:

Killing the lieutenant.

As he began hunting their prey; Devinchi began to draw out weapons, of all kinds, on a pad of paper.

The pad had been a gift from Weaver when Devinchi had found his semblance.

He had drawn hundreds of things on it.

Swords, guns, grenades, spears, even clones of himself from time to time.

Devinchi had drawn a set of armor for everyone in The Light and The Shadow. The black armor had been him, his design.

Oh Weaver had requested it of course; but he was the maker none the less.

Devinchi heard Slade's voice come over the headset.

"are you in position?"

"I am prepared." Was his reply.

40 seconds later, Devinchi saw, or rather heard, Neo falling from the sky.

Acting quickly; he stowed his Mont Blanc Starwalker, and pulled out his weapon: a pen capable of turning into a throwing knife, sword or spear.

He snapped his pad shut, and it turned into a shield.

As Neo fell, Devinchi turned the pen into its throwing knife setting, and threw it as far as he could.

It hit her dead in the posterior cruciate ligament

'bullseye.' He thought.

As she flailed around in pain, Devinchi couldn't help the flips his heart was doing.

He had long attained a passion for inflicting pain; mostly the act of making his enemies bleed.

This worked extraordinarily well with his brother's semblance controlling the blood in his opponents' veins.

Devinchi pulled out another pen and turned it into a spear.

Grabbing hold, he hoisted it back, ready to throw.

When Neo was close to the ground; he launched the spear.

It spiraled, and caught Neo by the coat, carrying her into the wall.

There she hung upside down, helpless.

Devinchi laughed. This was almost too easy.

Pulling out his pad; he drew a steel glove, and it appeared before him.

Putting it on, Devinchi looked up.

Their eyes met.

There was fear on her face.

He smiled.

"no need to fear my dear; I'm not going to kill you"

Neo's face calmed, somewhat, until Devinchi finished his sentence.

"that privilege goes to my boss, he wishes to have a more: ah,theatrical performance."

"please… please merc-"

He punched her in the jaw, knocking her out.

Desmond jumped into the air and watched, from his perch, as his brother headed toward to rendezvous point.

Desmond closed his eyes. 'no time for worry, Dev is too good to let that ice-cream girl stop him.'

He opened his eyes, and dropped onto his adversary's back.

Pulling out his weapon, Desmond began making small cuts in his enemy's back and shoulders.

Soon he was ready.

He jumped off, and to the side, as the lieutenant rocketed by him.

Desmond turned his trident into its scythe mode and cut at the back of the lieutenant's knees, causing him to fall to his hands and knees.

Desmond, having followed through with the swing, came around with the scythe, and stabbed him through the side; clean through his right side and out the left.

The lieutenant died quickly, all things considered; he had gone easy on the faunas after all.

As had they all.

Ragnorok had gone overboard, he knew it, this time he had enjoyed the battle and bloodshed so much;

He actually jizzed himself.

No one noticed of course, they didn't know him that well.

He had just been joined by pestilence and Darken about an hour ago. Leo, lee, Coal Ella and Gabriel had arrived about 10, or so, minutes ago. In contrast, team SNOW, excluding Scorpion, had been near the tower the intire time.

All eyes were on Weaver.

The man himself was using his spider legs to run faster than any human could, towards his goal.

Weaver was close now soo close to achieving his goal.

Weaver saw the tower and felt the ping that told him that his power was ready.

Weaver decided against using his teleportation, instead vying to use his phasing power instead.

Running towards the tower weaver noticed Coco and Sun try and get in his way, attempting to stop him.

'no. you. DON'T!' he mentally shouted.

He crossed his arms and back handed both of them away without so much as breaking his stride.

'the hell-'

'-was that?' they thought.

Weaver shoved his legs into the ground, launching him into the air.

Coming down; he phased right through the ground.

Weaver arrived in the Vault, just to the left of Amber's pod,

Just in time to see an arrow pierce her chest.

It wasn't like they said.

There was no slow motion, there was no last words she had for him.

In that instant: Weaver lost EVERYTHING.

"NNOOO!"

He screamed, as the lights went out and everything went dark.

Just before Cinder or Ozpin could make the first move;

Weaver's leg found cinder right in the stomach.

She was shot clean through the ceiling, the hole was big enough for weaver to fit his body through, which he did with no hesitation.

On the surface; Coco and the others were holding a wall of Grimm off from the tower.

When out of nowhere a girl came flying out of the ground. Her limp body landed right next to the grimm; but before they could take a sniff:

Two spider legs came out of the hole.

Two followed by three, three followed by four, followed by six, and before they knew it, Weaver Spiderwick stood before them. walking towards the girl, Weaver waved his hand at the Grimm, destroying them all.

"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!"

Weaver was in front of her now.

He delivered an earth-shattering upper-cut to Cinder's jaw that was so hard she was shot into the sky like someone had teleported her far above the top of the tower.

Weaver was next to her in a second. With a single punch; he sent her flying so far, that they couldn't see her anymore.

Cinder crashed down in none other than the remains of the city known as Mount Glenn.

She started to stand, but before she could;

Weaver blasted her off of her feet!

As She crashed into a building, and weaver pulled her out of it, only to smash her into it again.

He repeated the process a several more times before pulling her out one last time and threw her down the street.

Teleporting to her, he grabbed her hair and swung her like a full plastic bag.

Left, right, left, right

left, right, left, right.

Again and again; she slammed into the pavement.

Her face was bloody and broken, when finally; he slammed her into a building, or rather through it.

He teleported onto the other side, and held his fist behind him, as she came fourth, he threw his fist up over his head, and down on her.

She crashed into the ground. Hard.

Bending over; weaver grabbed her by her shoulder, his fingers piercing her flesh like it was bread, and used it to pick her up off the ground.

"you are going to die!"

He said evily he reached up to her face and tore out her right eye, then he smashed her into the ground and kicking her in her ribs sending her at least a few yards in that direction.

But he wasn't finished yet.

Activating his weapons 'whip' function, he used it to grab her by the neck and yanked it back towards him, hard.

When she was close; he brought his palm forward in a thrust, smashing her in the face and pulled her back further then bringing her head to the ground again.

He brought his teeth to her other shoulder, and sunk his jaws fully into her neck, as deep as they would go, up to his gums.

Blood spurted everywhere.

Her screams of agony were like the sweetest music to his ears, her blood was sweeter than Nestle: coffee mate on his lips.

He took a bite and swallowed.

Laughing joyously, Weaver bent over and grabbed her by the neck, and teleported.

Appearing on the roof of a structure.

Weaver let go of her neck and threw her on to her back.

Stepping on to her groin, he formed two rods out of ashes, using her semblance, and impaled her through the elbows on either arm, the same with her legs, pinning her to the rooftop. Finally; he pulled out a white Crystal and placed it in her mouth like a gag. Then he placed his hand onto her head, his palm covering her eyes, after about 10 seconds, she began to scream and flail. He released her.

With that done, he stepped back.

And began to rise in to the air.

Once he was high enough that he couldn't be seen by her.

By now The Shadows were high up enough so that their broadcast would show him do as he had planned:

He rose his fists above his head, like he was giving praise.

And high above their heads; all of Remnant, watched in shock and horror, as Weaver Spiderwick.

Dropped the moon from above, on Cinder Fall.

As pieces of the rock came into orbit it struck one of the buildings nearby.

Soon, more and more rocks, of all shapes and sizes, came hurdling out of the sky directly upon the ruins.

Finally, all the shards of the moon, were gone.

And the earth began to shake, violently.

As the full body of the moon itself:

CAME CRASHING DOWN UPON THE WORLD OF REMNANT!

When it was done; weaver came back to the ground,

the rage curdling inside.

He was breathing hard, but not out of exhaustion.

Out of the distance, several figures began to appear.

It wasn't long

Before they spread out and surrounded weaver.

But they didn't attack.

Weaver approached cinders body.

A frown replacing the psychotic smile on his face.

"oh, so your still alive. Huh?"

He reached down, grabbed her by the neck and lifted her into the air.

"they're wrong, you know?"

Cinder, through the pain, gave him a confused look that was mixed with fear and anger.

Weaver elaborated.

"Salem and Ozpin. You were there for their 'discussion' were you not:?"

He laughed.

"They spoke of victory. She said 'there will be no victory in strength.' Implying that she is strongest.

Ozpin believes that "'victory is in the simpler things' that she has long forgotten, things that require a smaller, more honest soul one off which being Ruby.

Well I tell you a secret: victory is in neither strength nor in the smaller more honest soul; Victory is in the SACRIFICE one makes to get it.

that is strength, that is power: it is also something she will NEVER understand, but I don't expect you to know her that well, not many know her better than me." Understanding dawned upon her face.

"you-"

But before she could finish, Weaver smiled, pulled her back, and slammed her into the ground, and with his foot, flipped her over onto her stomach (she was on her back).

She got to her knees, and as the figures circled, cameras in hand, broad casting throughout all of Remnant.

Weaver began to speak. His voice sounded like a thousand voices speaking at once.

"Form your armies, dream your dreams, make your plans and plot your schemes:

Send your fighters, one and all…

Then in battle," here Weaver raised his hands. "watch."Clenching his fists, he made long, black spear, with a white dust crystal on one end. "Them." he reared back. "FALL!"

And STABBED THE GIRL THROUGH THE HEART.

The white crystal in her mouth soon filled with an amber-colored liquid-like substance. Once it was filled, he took it from her mouth. Opening his own, and tilting his head back, he dropped it into his mouth.

Upon swallowing it, he closed his eyes, and after a pause, opened them again:

The whites were a jet black, and his eyes were mismatched. One was a bright golden color and the other was a shining, silver. he pointed at the camera in front of him and spoke. (AN: this will be a long rant here.)

"well? does it feel good, knowing you tried. Knowing that all that remains, is the slow, cold, cruel death. Of tools that will all die in pain. How does it feel, knowing your efforts have fail. All that you've built will be torn, down- all the hope of the people prevailed. Sent your champions, they will fail. Legends and heroes may crumble and fall, but you will not prevail. When allied together, a threat men display. Divide them with doubt; it could all wash away. One spark can incite their hope And ignite the hearts of their weary souls: you'll try to extinguish their flame!

It was you, who ended their lives, made it to all wash away, with your dark, sick, CRUEL design, that convinced the could be slain.

HAVE. YOU. NO. SHAME? Signing her up for your war, trained her to fight what she CAN'T beat, hers is the one you'll pay for. Sacrifice them for your needs.

Sacrifice them for your needs, for we are coming, the end drawing near, you'll regret your deeds. Legends And fairytales scattered in time.

We have to keep them wrapped up in a lie!

We're not children to mislead, I'LL WATCH AS YOU BLEED.

STRENGTH MAY YET BRING VICTORY!

Divide them.

Tear them apart. Sever their trust, it will strangle their heart.

Inside them.

Plant seeds of doubt;

Hope may be smothered, but it will not matter.

HATRED AND DOUBT; WILL WITHER AND DROWNED.

friendships aline while allegiances rise.

THE TASTE WILL BE SWEET WHEN WE GET WHAT WE'VE

EARNED, AS WE WATCH. YOU. BBBUUURRRNNN!"

With those final words, Weaver's surroundings erupted in flames as everything around him burned.

The feed cut as Weaver Spiderwick turned and walked away, heading back to beacon.

END!

(an: it's not over yet...)