A white circle encircling a detailed glyph appeared on the ground. A fruit of Weiss' efforts.

The making of it was hardwired into her, not just due to the many nights repeating the process, but because she had already done the exact same process 7 times during the last few hours.

She felt her skin tingling as the layer of Aura around it slowly moved to fuel the glyph on the ground. Usually, she didn't feel it, and neither did most who had their Aura unlocked. The large amount of it disappearing was what made the sensation clear as it quickly reformed over her skin and clothes.

This was not only made possible by the high-drain of her family's Semblance, but also her large pool of Aura. Blood and skilled tutors were a part of the equation, but only a part. Even with her usually busy schedules, there was lots of downtime to train. Constant training was what made the most difference in the size of a person's Aura pool, and this was the same with her.

The sensation faded and the glow of the Summoning Circle reached its peak. If you didn't stare at it the entire time, you'd be blinded by its brightness.

Weiss held her grip strong on her lance as the stress got to her. Putting too little or too much Aura was the major problem and while it was a much more infrequent one now, it was still possible with how precise you had to be.

But it was dwarfed by the challenge ahead. With the glyph prepared it was time to execute it.

Now her hands began to sweat as they tightly pressed the handle of Myrtenaster. Her mind stayed focused, however. There was no choice to not be in the next step of Summoning.

Her mind had on previous attempts scoured through the images of all Grimm defeated by her, yet nothing came out of it. The circle simply faded out and left the garden floor like it was never there.

The steps she had taken were the exact same as for all Schnee, even her sister.

By the books was what had gotten this far in her studies. The Propelling Glyph, The Attracting Glyph, Dust Glyphs and a few others were learned by reading the many books written by the generations of Schnee. Yet now she had hit a roadblock. An obstacle unmovable.

So she did the logical thing a walked by the side. The only problem was that she lacked knowledge of the path ahead and was now on her own.

This was at first brought a fierce smile to her face, as now she had a proper way to show that the youngest of The Schnee and their company's heiress was a person of their own. But the multiple failed attempts showed her through sweat and blood that there was a reason the path before was so closely followed.

And now there was no choice but to keep pushing on. Turning around was no option in her mind now that she had found the path to her own future. No one would blame her if she returned and took the way all others took. They'd actually be proud of her following the family's footsteps.

Yet there was no going back. Beacon wasn't a place to build her strength, it was a place to prove it. And the approaching time of departure to Vale pushed her to do all she could.

The strong mind she possessed now emptied itself as the final step came before she could proudly claim her deeds. The selecting of The Summon was about to start.

A calm mind was accompanied by her shaking hands and a tearing forehead. Fear kept creeping in but was redirected elsewhere as she fought with all her will.

And with that, light blinded her.

Her eyes closed unwillingly and her hands quickly moved to cover them.

The oddly serene sound that came with the light died down, and after she waited the next seconds to confirm everything was clear, she glanced with both fear and hope at the result.

Her fears were crushed and hopes lifted and as result, her eyes widened at the beautiful display before her.

The wings of pure lighting caught her eyes' interest the most and she couldn't disagree. They shimmered slightly when observed for too long and the patterns the arcs of electricity drew were mesmerizing.

The one possessing these wings was as alluring. The blanket of silver hair looked more like a cape and the armour pieces she wore looked elegantly made, but not something she'd wear.

And all this time both of them stayed silenced. But the silence was broken

when the girl began to cry.

The endless sea stayed put as always. The few ripples were very far and between.

Roots of The Imaginary Tree sprouted into it, and of course, the gap in-between each tip increased in distance over time. In its current moment, the number of individual tips was uncountable and space in-between was endless as the sea as a whole.

The water was also filled with a never-ending count of bodies.

Dreams of inter-world travel were shared across most world's, and in most cases left nothing but a broken mind drifting the sea, even those accepted by it, as life was not made by it and was actually its nemesis' creation.

One of the corpses left by the war between the two forces of nature belonged to a lost dragon.

Bella floated aimlessly and never got any further or closer to anything.

The story of her arrival in the curious thing called The Quanta is a story for another time.

But the happenings inside it are something that needs exploring.

The sense of time was something not inherent to it, so the sense was eventually forgotten by all in it.

Bella was among this group, but the process of the mind being broken by the eerie and unchanging silence of the void was slowed by her nature of not being fully human, or at all actually.

Anyway, the decay of her mind was circumvented by the lucky event of falling into a deep sleep, which shielded her from a large portion of the damage to her psyche.

This, however, was not a painless thing for the lone dragon, who still remembered the distraught face of her Queen.

Likely this plus the already bad effects The Quanta had on the mind was what resulted in her mind than seeing those memories as nothing but unfamiliar scenes and these slowly dissolved into nothingness.

But not even her willing mind could forgo remembering the feelings she felt when her fate struck her into the void. Regret was the thing that didn't disappear, rather, it grew.

And the effects were clear for anyone capable of watching inside the mind of the girl. Self-blame and feeble attempts to bargain with her unchanging mind was a cycle that never finished.

Until it was brought to a close as the girl felt something for the first time in a long time.

A weird feeling touched every part of her skin and increased its hold on her. The girl unable to respond had no choice but to be grabbed full-force by it and was dragged across unimaginable distance in an instance and plummeted into the bubble.