I do not own RWBY. I do however own the Original Characters.

So, yeah. This took WAY longer than it should have for me to get done. I'm going to be honest, this part of the story was super hard for me, mainly because its taking place during what was originally the climax of the second season, so it becomes harder to set another big event when one literally just ended, not to mention all the angst and brooding done by a whole bunch of characters. I would have taken way longer if it wasn't for OnyxRex. He continues to be a huge help with this story and you should all check out his stuff.

Now, I bet your thinking its going to be a long time before I get the next chapter out. Well, you are dead wrong! The next chapter will, (hopefully), be out in only a few weeks rather than a month. Why do I think this, you ask? Simple: I've already written it. Yup, I was so excited for this scene, so unable to wait, that I wrote it out years before I was ever going to use it. Of course, things didn't go exactly as I originally planned so several scenes are definitely going to be changed, but it should be ready sooner rather than later.

Oh, and one more thing. I am looking for someone to do a reading of Grimm Heir. If anyone has any interest in writing one, please contact me via a private message.

Now, onto the story!

Grimm Heir

Chapter Thirty-Six: Hell Hath No Fury…

"Stupid fool," Raven muttered as she looked over her unconscious twin brother.

He would survive, for now. She scowled at the damage her brother had endured, cursing that immortal bastard for putting Qrow up to this. She had told him countless times not to trust that snake, but he never listened. He would just call her a traitor, say she didn't understand the bigger picture, maybe even bring up Yang if he was feeling particularly nasty.

Yang…

A special sort of anger always blossomed in her breast whenever Qrow mentioned Yang, talking about her like Raven didn't know who she was, like she didn't care. But what did he know? Nothing. He was just Ozpin's loyal lapdog, no better than the rest of his band of self-righteous pawns. Whatever that bastard said, Qrow ate up without question.

It was sickening, really. Qrow had been a great fighter, the best in their tribe bedsides herself. But Beacon changed him, made him soft and gullible. He believed Ozpin's lies about Huntsmen being the protectors of humanity, that Salem was a deranged madwoman bent on world domination and genocide. Qrow believed it all.

And he hated her for not believing it herself.

Raven glared at Qrow's unconscious face, remembering how their last confrontation had ended. He almost deserved to lose his arm, almost.

She pushed the thought away with a sigh.

He might be Ozpin's loyal pawn, but he was still a Branwen and her brother. He didn't deserve to die like this.

Raven knelt down and picked up his Scroll. Its transparent screen was extended, but blank. She had heard Ozpin shouting out from it when she had appeared, just before the Headmaster cut the line. No doubt he would send someone to retrieve her brother, but they would take too long.

She closed the device and stuffed it inside his coat pocket. He groaned as she did this, his body still sore from his fight with whatever that Grimm was. For a moment, Raven thought he might wake up, but then his head lulled limply to the side, a line of drool dripping from his open mouth.

She felt a twitch of a smile form on her lips and gave a soft chuckle. "Still the heavy sleeper, I see."

Raven stood up and drew her blade. In a swift and practiced motion, she sliced it down, activating her Semblance and cutting open a portal through reality. She then sheathed her blade and picked up her brother. She made a grunt of effort as she draped him over her shoulder, having forgotten how heavy he was. Her cargo in hand, Raven stepped through the portal and arrived in a vacant dormitory hallway.

She wasted no time. Her Semblance was not a quiet thing and it was only a matter of time before unwanted company arrived. Quickly but carefully, she set her brother down next to the door leading to one of her Semblance's anchor points, propping him against the wall for support. Her charge delivered, Raven banged her fist against the door loudly.

Before a response could be made, she cut open another portal. As she jumped through it, Raven spared one last glance at her unconscious twin.

She had never been very big on compassion. Helping others out of the kindness of her heart wasn't something she considered a sign of a true warrior like some people did, she focused on traits like cunning, tenacity, and grit. If she could, she'd help someone, if they were in a seriously life-threatening situation, and if doing so would benefit her and the tribe in some way.

But only once.

If someone needed her help more than once, it was a sign of either bad luck, stupidity, or weakness, and she hated weaklings. If they needed to be saved more than once, they weren't worth the air they were breathing. Only one; that was Raven's rule and she had stuck by that rule her whole life, never faltering in following it.

Well, almost never…

~o0o~

When Yang woke up, Weiss expected her to lash out.

Anyone who knew Yang would agree that it was a reasonable assumption to make. The blonde had a temper, and a mean one at that. Set her off and she'd become an inferno of rage and fury hellbent on punching whatever had the misfortune of angering her into a messy pulp.

And she had been through an incredibly stressful day. They all had.

So, when Yang awoke from her state of unconsciousness, Weiss had been prepared for the blonde to lay into them with an angry tirade, or punch something into oblivion, or just scream out at the unfairness of the world.

She hadn't expected her buxom teammate to just get up, throw off the duster covering her modesty, grab one of her spare tops, and get back in bed.

And all without speaking a word or sparing either her or Blake a glance.

It left an aura of awkward tension settle over the three of them, one that Weiss wasn't sure should be broken or not.

"Yang," started Blake, taking tentative steps toward her partner. "I know-"

"What do you know, Blake?" Snarled Yang, not turning where she lied to look at the faunus. "That a Grimm kidnapped my baby sister? That I've been looking everywhere for her for the past thirteen years? That I'd do anything to see her safe again?"

Yang sat up – displacing the corgi that had been laying next to her – and glared at Blake with red, angry eyes. "Oh, wait, you do know. I told you myself! You know all about what I'm going through, don't you?!"

Blake held up her hands. "Yang-"

"Rojo was going to kill her!" Yang shouted, angry tears already pooling in her eyes. "I just got her back, and he was going to put a bullet in her skull, and mine! Do you have any idea what that feels like!? DO YOU!?"

"Yes, I do!" Blake responded, regaining some of her confidence. "The White Fang was my life! I believed what we were doing was for the betterment of the faunus, even after Sienna Khan took over. When I finally realized what the White Fang had become I was beyond devasted. I-"

"DID THE WHITE FANG TRY TO SHOOT YOUR BABY SISTER!?" Yang shouted, bolting to her feet as her body was engulfed in blazing soulfire. Both Weiss and Blake took a step back as the blonde stood up, intimidated by her rage. Even Zwei was cowering from his place on the bed. "Did they hold your family hostage and force you to become a terrorist!? Did they threaten to kill them if you didn't do what they said!? NO! You went along with them, even when you knew it was wrong, so don't start giving me a lecture about feeling betrayed, you gods-damned hypocrite!" The blonde brought her arm up for a punch.

"YANG!" Weiss shouted in horrified surprise. Yang aimed her fist right at Blake's face, but never hit her. Just as the punch was about to make contact, the cat-faunus leapt back from the blow, leaving behind a shadowed copy to take the hit in her place.

Blake stared – wide-eyed and fearful – at her partner. She had not expected Yang to lash out like that, nor had Weiss. Neither did they expect her to start crying.

The blonde's anger had transformed into horrified sorrow as she slumped down against the side her bed. Yang brought her legs close to her chest, curling up into a ball as she lamented all the cruel things that had befallen her today.

Blake and Weiss traded tentative glances, silently wondering what they should do in the face of their friend's sudden shift in mood. They pitied her current state, even sympathized, but hesitated on acting. They had no wish to reignite her rage.

So, they stood there, listening to their friend and teammate bawl her eyes out like a child abandoned by her parents.

Zwei was the first to act. Displaying the loyalty all dogs were known for, the black and white corgi hopped down from the bed and sat himself next to his owner, occasionally nudging her with his nose to provide some form of comfort for her.

The dog's action made Weiss despise her own hesitation toward her friend's plight, and the heiress moved to provide reassurance as well. She approached as quietly and as carefully as she could. Yang's reaction to Blake's attempt to calm her had put the heiress on edge. She was not so naïve to think just because Yang was crying her eyes out she wouldn't turn violent. But the blonde brawler was too overcome with emotion to notice Weiss' advance, or when the heiress placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Yang tensed at the touch but nothing else, only crying as she had for the last few minutes. Though with some level of satisfaction, Weiss noticed the sobbing was starting to lessen.

A moment later, Blake joined them and offered her own wordless comfort to her partner.

After what felt like hours, the blonde's wailing sobs became whimpering snivels.

"She's a monster…" Yang choked out as her tears dried on her cheeks. "My baby sister has turned into a monster…. It's all my fault. I should have protected you, I should have left you at home. Now you're a monster, and it's all my fault…"

As Yang continued to babble and blame herself, Weiss and Blake shared a look of unspoken concern. Then, tentatively, Blake reached out.

"Yang," The faunus began, hesitation and uncertainty clear in her voice. "Maybe… maybe we can fix her."

Weiss couldn't help it, she raised an eyebrow at the suggestion. They knew nothing of what had happened to transform Yang's sister into… whatever she was now. How could they fix something that no one on Remnant knew the first thing about? Did she think General Ironwood or Professor Ozpin might help?

While she speculated, Yang looked up at her partner. She looked awful. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and tear stains trailed down her cheeks. "Fix her?" She parroted the words, her voice a far-off whisper.

"Y-yes." Blake confirmed shakily, perhaps suddenly realizing she had no idea how to actually accomplish her proposal. "If we found her, maybe we could reverse whatever's been done to her. Maybe, jog her memory?"

Weiss winced as Blake continued talking. It was a poor argument, supported by bleak hope rather than logic or fact. But the hope was all Yang cared about and she seized it with both hands. Her lilac eyes sparked with renewed optimism as Blake rambled on.

It left Weiss feeling conflicted. She had no desire to have Yang remain this depressed broken creature, but neither did she wish her friend to cling to false hope. Yes, there was a chance that whatever had transformed Yang's sister could be reversed, but such a chance was a million to one. Furthermore, she was guilty of crimes that, if they were in Atlas, would warrant the death penalty at least three times over.

And Wiess doubted the argument of 'she was under the control of some super Grimm' would hold up in court.

BANG-BANG-BANG!

The three girls and one dog collectively jumped at the unexpected noise. They turned their heads toward the door of their room, where the sound had come from. Another sound soon followed it, one that none of them could identify or describe.

Any other sound was drowned out by Zwei as the corgi barked and pawed at the door.

Irritated curiosity drove Weiss to identify the commotion they had all heard. She stood up and briskly marched over to the door, but when she opened it, all her irritation fled as she let out a horrified gasp.

"Weiss, what is it?" Blake asked, now also standing up from her spot beside Yang. The heiress didn't answer, not at first. She was too stunned by what she saw to properly articulate a response. It took her a moment to collect herself, the day's events had rattled her too after all, before providing a response:

"It's Yang's uncle!" She exclaimed, before rushing over to the unconscious Huntsman and checking him over.

"What!?" Both Blake and Yang shouted before hurrying over to the man propped against the wall.

Yang fell to her knees in front of the older man, eyeing the injuries across his body with growing horror. She gripped the unconscious man by his shoulders and started shaking him as Zwei whined and yipped in worry at her side.

"Uncle Qrow?! Uncle Qrow, wake up! Wake up, Uncle Qrow!" Yang pleaded as she shook her uncle. He gave no response other than a subconscious moan of pain when her shaking grew harder.

"We need to get him to the infirmary!" Blake said, but Weiss was already a step ahead. She pulled out her Scroll and called the Academy's infirmary, notifying them of their situation. The medical staffer's response was quick and professional, telling her not to move the man and that help would be on its way shortly.

A door opened. "Hey, is everything alr- WHAT THE HECK!?" Jaune Arc flinched back when he saw the body of the Huntsman slumped against the wall, a reaction that prompted the rest of his team to investigate the scene as well.

Pyrrha brought a hand to her mouth to cover her gasp, Nora went bugged eyed. Ren, ever the collected one, knelt down next to Yang and tried to pry her off her uncle.

"Yang, you need to calm down," He said calmly, unfazed by the condition of the unconscious Huntsman. "If you keep shaking him, you'll reopen his wounds."

Yang was babbling hysterically now, and Weiss thought she didn't hear Ren. But then, the brawler removed her grip on her uncle and wrapped her arms around herself, her face betraying the approach of another tearful fit of grief.

Weiss knelt down beside Yang and placed a reassuring hand on the blonde's shoulder. "He's going to be alright, Yang," she told her, aware of Blake filling Team JNPR in on this most recent development. "The paramedics will be here soon."

Yang only nodded her head, fresh tears and mucus already running down her face.

A minute passed, then two, then five. Ten minutes passed before the paramedics finally arrived. Yang had been crying during most of the wait, too consumed by her grief to do anything else. Weiss and Blake sat by her side through the wait, leaving Team JNPR to awkwardly standby and watch the drama play out.

On their arrival, the paramedics wasted no time, giving Qrow a quick once over before loading him onto a wheeled gurney and rushing him out of the hall. Team RWBY – and Zwei – followed close behind.

Concern for the Huntsman was on all of their minds, but Weiss and Blake had another concern: Yang. They were following the gurney to keep an eye on their teammate as much as to ensure the survival of her injured uncle. Yang was in a bad place right now, and they didn't want her to do anything… rash.

She had tried to punch Blake when they confronted her about her sister, Weiss paled to think of what she might do to the medical staff if they couldn't help her uncle.

~o0o~

Ruined…

Everything was ruined…

Months – no, years – of planning and preparation had been ruined in only a few short hours. Her most crucial pawns were dead, the White Fang were all dead, the Red Wolves had betrayed her, and that damned girl had… had…

Cinder slammed her fist against the wall of their dorm room, startling Emerald who sat solemnly on her bed. The girl eyed her leader worriedly, but Cinder paid her no mind. She was too consumed by her rage over how such a perfect and foolproof plan could have been ruined so easily.

The damned Red Wolves came immediately to her mind.

Their little rampage through Vale had robbed Cinder of bodies needed for the final blow. She had no army now, no way of delivering Grimm into Beacon to distract the staff and students while she hunted for the rest of her power.

But how had they done it?

That was the question that raked at her mind. Hundreds of White Fang and Red Wolves had been in the city, but the Wolves had been in the minority. Cinder had recognized the friction between the two forces, as well as the latter's unpredictable and violent tendencies, and had coordinated with Adam Taurus to ensure that the White Fang outnumbered their traitorous brethren three to one.

The men chosen to remain hidden in the city were handpicked by Adam himself. They all shared his belief in the cause and his spiteful hatred towards humanity and any that would betray their cause. Such men would have kept close watch on the Red Wolves, anticipating insurrection at some point or the other.

So how then? How had the Red Wolves managed to overpower the White Fang so quickly? Had they managed to catch the White Fang off-guard? Had they overwhelmed them with their pet Grimm? Had they simply overpowered them with sheer ferocity? Or was it all three?

How had they been able to-

I've had agents within your ranks since I split from the White Fang years ago.

Cinder's eyes widened from the memory as realization took hold in her mind.

The Red Wolves had people working for them inside the White Fang, hiding in plain sight. The men Adam had brought with him to the first meeting between the Wolves and Cinder had been members of the splinter group, men Adam had called some of his most loyal warriors.

It was a claim he had also made about the White Fang members he had sent to keep an eye on the Red Wolves in Vale.

But it was false. They had been Red Wolves, all of them. They had tricked Adam. Fooling that idiot into believing they still followed him when they had, in truth, abandoned their zealous leader in favor of another man, one with more influence and power than Adam or Cinder could know.

The girl was proof of that…

Cinder felt something inside her wriggle with anticipation at the thought of that hybrid-child.

The Red Wolves had called her 'mistress' and they had regarded the girl with a fanatical devotion Cinder had seen only in one other individual. They'd been fixated on rescuing her, as had the Grimm. The Creatures of Grimm had tried to rescue her. That alone made Cinder's mind do summersaults.

The Creatures of Grimm cared for nothing but destruction, it was common knowledge. Even the beasts controlled by her mentor only deviated from their instinctual bloodthirst when she directly commanded it of them, and even then, they still struggled to restrain their hunger.

And yet, during the battle at the breach, Cinder had watched a beowolf reach the girl's unconscious form. She had been awe-struck when the beast had wrapped its claws around her with a gentleness Cinder thought impossible for a Grimm. It cradled her protectively in its arms, shielding her from that blonde girl's attack with its own body.

It sacrificed itself to protect her.

Why?

Why had the Red Wolves and the Grimm been so hellbent on retrieving that girl? What sort of power did she hold over them to be so devoted to her? What was her purpose for being there at all?

How did she force Cinder to her knees with just a glance?

The thing inside her wriggled again.

"Cinder?"

The true Fall Maiden blinked. She looked up and saw Emerald staring over at her, concern on her face. "A-are you alright?" She reached out a hand, but Cinder pushed it away as she stood back up.

"I'm fine," she lied, both to her apprentice and herself.

Cinder turned her gaze over to a table, not wanting the sympathy or pity in Emerald's gaze. Her eyes rested on her Scroll, closed and deactivated on the table's wooden surface. The Fall Maiden walked over to the table and grabbed the device. With a flick of her finger she activated it. She needed to alert Salem of this development, as well as Adam Taurus.

As she readied herself to call her mentor her finger froze over the 'call' icon before clicking out of it and scrolling down to the contact for Adam. Cinder feared what might happen should she contact Salem without a way to salvage this situation. It was more sensible to speak with Adam first, so that she might work out a new plan of attack with the zealot. Her mentor would surely appreciate such initiative on her part, perhaps enough to not send those insufferable lackeys of hers to 'assist' in the matter.

She pressed the call icon.

"We're sorry, but the number you have dialed is no longer in service."

~o0o~

Where is she!?

The Thralls and Grimm before the Overlord cowered beneath its rage, for they knew they had still not succeeded in the task demanded of them. It felt their fear, as well as their self-loathing. They were ashamed of their failure, and rightfully so.

"We have scoured the whole of the Gulch thrice over, My Lord", spoke a Thrall with a mask painted with old blood. "Every crack and crevice, every cave and cavern, but we have neither heard, nor seen, nor smelled, nor sensed any trace of the Grimm Heir."

The Overlord snarled at the Thrall, making the slave crumble beneath the weight of its frustration. The Beastling mewled like a wounded animal, clutching its head in a vain attempt to alleviate the pressure upon its mind.

Expand your search into the tunnels and forests. The Overlord commanded. Check every shadow and darkened place for any trace of her. Go, now! The Grimm and Thralls ran off without a word, determined not to disappoint the Overlord again.

As they ran, the Overlord let out a hissing sigh and walked away.

It had returned to the Gulch mere hours ago with Flinch and the Grimm she had brought with her. Before they had even landed, the Overlord had known something was wrong. It had reached out its mind to greet Silver but received no response. It had not felt her excitement or anticipation of its return to the Gulch.

It had not felt Silver's presence at all.

At first, it assumed Silver was hiding herself, shutting herself away from its mental reach in some petty display of defiance for forcing her to abandon the attack on the eastern nest. It ordered the Grimm and Thralls in the Gulch to retrieve Silver for it, so that it might explain to her the reasoning behind her departure from that Dustling ruin.

Then the Thralls told the Overlord that they had no idea where Silver was, for she had never returned to the Gulch.

The Overlord had masked its surprise at the news well, but the concern it felt was palpable. It ordered every Grimm and Thrall to search every inch of the Gulch and beyond for any sign of its daughter. The hours dragged on. Its concern festered into worried anger as the whereabouts of its heir continued to elude it.

Silver had always been adept at hiding herself away. When she wanted to, she could ensure that none, save the Overlord, could track her down. The fact that it could not sense her, however, made it nervous.

She had to be here somewhere. It had told her to return to the Gulch days ago, granting her ample time to sneak out of that Dustling pit unnoticed. So why was she not here to greet it?

A jolt of panic flared in the distance, followed by frantic dread. The Overlord turned and made for the spike of emotion, moving swiftly. It knew the source of the emotion and feared their cause might be linked to its daughter.

The Overlord soon saw Flinch, flanked by one of her favored Thralls and the hound that always watched her. She was running toward it, panicked emotion dripping off her, intensifying once she saw the frustrated scowl upon her master's face.

But the fear did not halt the slave's advance, and she redoubled her speed to reach the Overlord. "Master!" She exclaimed, bowing low as she took a moment to catch her breath. It noticed her hands were clutching an opened Scroll device, showing the frozen face of a purple-haired Dustling female. "I found her, my Master, but I don't think you'll like-."

"Where…?" The Overlord growled, sending shivers through the slave's body.

Flinch raised her head to speak, her yellow eyes dilated with fear. "She's in Vale, Master."

A moment passed.

"WHAT!?" The air shook with the force of the Overlord's voice. The Thrall and Grimm cowered, Flinch stumbled back. She opened her mouth to speak, to beg forgiveness, but the Overlord would not hear her pleas. The slave fell to her knees, gasping and coughing as it willed the collar around her neck to tighten.

"M-master," she wheezed out, "S-she i-is-is…" With all the fleeting strength the slave could muster, she held up the Scroll to her master and managed to tap the screen with a trembling finger. Once she pressed it, Flinch dropped the device and fell over into the ashy sand of the Gluch, clawing at the collar as it slowly squeezed the life from her.

The Overlord glared at the slave as she writhed on the ground, intent on making her suffer for-

"-and killed seven people, including four Atleisan marines and a Vale woman and her ten-year-old son."

The Overlord looked down at the Scroll, noticing the portrait of the Dustling on it was moving, and talking.

"Suspect's whereabouts are currently unknown, but both the VPD and Atlas military have vowed to locate and apprehend this dangerous criminal as soon as possible. Suspect can be identified by massive, Grimm-like claws and a black hooded cape bearing a red rose."

The Overlord snatched up the Scroll, glaring at the creature on its screen as it continued speaking.

"Citizens are advised to remain indoors until the suspect is found, as she is reported to be armed and extremely dangerous. We have also been instructed to inform any and all Huntsmen in Vale that any assistance provided in locating the suspect will be rewarded. For more details check local mission board-board-board-booorrrr…

The Scroll sputtered and sparked out of life as the Overlord squeezed the device into scrap, destroying it in its gauntleted claw before discarding it. The Overlord's shoulders heaved up and down as the master of Grimm's rage and frustration increased two-fold.

Silver had disobeyed it. It had told her to return but instead she had gone ahead with the attack, even taken part in it and now she was being hunted through the streets of the eastern nest, cut off and surrounded by enemies.

Stupid child, the Overlord hissed in its mind. What were you thinking, Silver!?

What had possessed its daughter to do this? Never before had she disobeyed the Overlord in such a fashion. Why had she done this? Had she believed herself to be capable of destroying the eastern nest on her own? Had the ravens it sent not reached her in time? Why? Why, Silver!?

Something tugged at the Overlord's cloak, diverting its attention away from the ever-growing hurricane of frustation and concern swelling within itself. It looked down to see its asphyxiated slave staring up at it with pleading, bulging eyes.

The Overlord sneered at her, entertaining the thought of stomping her head into the ground, before bidding the collar slacken. Flinch took in grateful gasps of air as she felt oxygen return to her starving lungs.

No use would come from killing Flinch, not now at least. It needed every asset at its disposal if it was to rescue its daughter.

The Overlord composed itself, forcing the anger and worry to the back of its mind. It needed clarity if it was to conceive a way to retrieve Silver.

A foreign concept for a creature used to destruction rather than recovery, but what was to say it couldn't utilize one to achieve the other?

A distraction would serve its purposes best in this. Lure the Dustlings away from their search by providing them with a more immediate threat to their nest. The nest still reeked of sorrow and grief, no doubt already drawing in the local Grimm, but stronger Grimm would be needed to ensure a successful diversion. The Overlord knew a mammoth herd roamed close to the nest, a pack of truly powerful and ancient Grimm. An assault led by them would warrant significant attention from the Dustlings, allowing a small pack of Thralls the chance to sneak in and locate Silver before the Dustlings did.

Knowing Silver however, she would likely need no escort, only the distraction. The Dustling on the Scroll had stated they hadn't found her yet, meaning she was safe for the moment. But Silver was not one to sit back and wait for aid, she was a creature of action and ruthless cunning. No doubt she was trying to find her way out of the nest right now, her escape hampered only by the roving packs of Hunters scouring the streets for her.

The Overlord let out a snarl at the thought of its heir slinking through that disgusting place, forced to hide from filth that knew not its place. It would be sure to remind them.

The Overlord reached out its mind, searching for the mammoths. It found them quickly enough, wandering the outskirts of that ruined nest. It touched their minds and-

DADDY!

The mental scream smashed into the Overlord's mind, slamming it back into its body. The father of Grimm took a step back to steady itself as the fear and agony that made up the psychic cry stabbed into its thoughts. It placed a hand against its head to repress the sensation of torment that bombarded its mind, when it suddenly realized who that scream belonged to.

Silver…

Its daughter, its heir, had called out to the Overlord. Across a distance she had never made before, she had thrown her voice loud enough to catch the Overlord's ear.

And it heard suffering.

It heard fear.

It heard its daughter cry out for deliverance from a torment so great her mental scream reached as far as the Gulch itself.

It heard her… fading…

And in that momment… all hell broke loose…

~o0o~

Author's note: So… remember when Salem felt the Overlord's rage all those chapters ago? Yeah, imagine that, but a thousand times worse. And let me tell you, this isn't going to be like in the village where he just slaughtered everything, we are going to see what happens when the Overlord lets out thousands of years' worth of absorbed rage, fear, and sorrow into the world. Remnant is not going to be the same after this folk, and in more ways than one.

What is about to follow, I feel will both excite people and maybe annoy them, because it is about to get very… unexpected is probably the best word I can use to describe it at this point. I for one can't wait to see what you all think of it when it comes out and I hope you've enjoyed this chapter too. I am sorry its so short, but this was never intended to be a long chapter, in fact, it was originally going to be a part of chapter 35.

Also, again, I am looking for anyone willing to do a reading for Grimm Heir. Please send me a private message if you are interested or know someone who is.

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