A/N
I apologize for the misspelling of some names. I think they're all correct here. Also to the reviewer who so kindly wrote about how I was using plot armor, its not plot armor if its logical conclusions. Ruby used silver eyes when seeing Pyrha die and was threatened by Cinder and a dragon. She does the same here, except its Jaune in danger now. Emotional reaction that drives a physical reaction. Same as Goku going Super Sayain when pissed.
Chapter 8
The First Battle Part IV
Sun gasped at the screen above him, dozens of airport patrons staring in thinly veiled fear as they watched Argus' utter decimation.
It was horrible. Watching as missiles of red, gold and purple, obliterated the city while the reporters in bullheads watched from a safe distance. Explosions had ripped the city to shreds, and moments ago they had watched as Atlas bullheads had arrived on scene, only to be destroyed in a brilliant explosion by whatever was attacking the city.
They had seen glimpses of people; a man with golden hair, another man in red garb with a black bow, and even a woman adorned in silver armor, who with their movements and sheer tenacity reminded Sun of professional hunters. But the cameras couldn't stay on them for long, and the distance the reporters and cameras had to keep to simply stay alive was to far for them to get an accurate picture of what was happening.
Until Ishtar had whispered one word while she stood next to him with a frown on her face.
Servants.
It was Servants like her doing this.
She had counted three so far, but being on another continent, and only having video footage to go off of, she wasn't sure if there were more.
The worst part though?
He knew Blake was there.
They had told him that was their destination to meet General Ironwood. That was where his friends were. Were they even alive anymore? Were they caught up in the middle of it all?
His fingers dug into his palm and he grit is teeth hard enough he felt his jaw ache.
"I recognize one of the servants."
He blinked as Ishtar's voice filled his ears and he spared the shorter woman a glance.
"Who is it?" He asked, as Neptune rushed up to them and spoke before either could reply, "they're canceling all flights to Argus and Mistral. Apparently Vacuo doesn't want any part of whats happening in Argus. They think its White Fang."
"They're not even sending anyone to help?!" Sun asked with wide eyes as he turned to his friend, he growled and looked back at the screen, "they need our help though! Why won't they-"
"No idea bro," Neptune shook his head, "but everything's canceled right now."
Sun grunted and crossed his arms, tail flicking back and forth, "Maybe we can talk to Headmistress and see if she can pull some strings? She-"
"Nah. Who do you think ordered everything to be shut down?" The blue haired boy frowned
"Damn it!" Sun growled and threw his hands up, "great, we can't even help where we're needed! What're we supposed to do man!"
People however paid them no heed, all their attention on the screens as a flash of light filled the skys of Argus and the cameras returned to the reporters.
"Master."
"What?" Sun huffed looking back to Ishtar.
The woman narrowed her eyes at him and tossed her hair behind her shoulder, "the golden haired man, is the King of Hero's. The most powerful of servants."
Neptune flicked his eyes back to her, "what do you mean most powerful?"
She rolled her eyes while Sun couldn't help but feel his stomach drop as she replied, "he is ranked highest above all servants is what I mean. And if he is there fighting, we may not wish to go there." The way her face contorted into a frown and how she shifted away from them towards the TV had Sun's instincts flaring with curiosity.
"Did you know him?"
"Once," She spoke and then shook her head, "but it doesn't matter. As he is he will be stronger than the others there, and from the way he decimates the city, he has obviously found it… lacking…"
"Lacking?" Sun quipped as Neptune rushed away towards a group of pilots conversing near by.
Ishtars voice drew his attention back when she continued, "if the King finds things unworthy of being around him he'll act. He'll execute anyone without worth, and that includes civilians."
"Damn him." Sun hissed, turning to the large TV as reporters hurriedly spoke to describe what was happening. The fires and smoke above the city had his heart pounding, and the thoughts of Blake lying on the ground in a puddle of blood had him biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.
The TV shook suddenly and the reporter on screen went wide eyes, a scream leaving her mouth. Before anyone could even react to her scream a black spear ripped through her body, aura instantly collapsing, and then the screen went black.
The screen changed to the regular broadcast of Vacuo news, though the reporters looked unnerved and began to speak, "we're having technical difficulties. We'll keep you updated on the situation as soon as we know what is happening. Talking about that, Stina what do you-"
A hand wrapped around his arm and Ishtar pulled him further back from the crowd and towards a restroom, her eyes nervously flickering back and forth at the crowd. She shoved him against the wall and looked him in the eyes, "what do you want to do?"
He grit his teeth and clicked his jaw before replying, "We need to help them."
She sighed and ran a hand through her hair after releasing him. A smile formed on her lips, "if I had a way to get us there, would you be ready to fight to the death? Even if your friends are gone?"
The thought had his breath shuddering, images of team RWBY's bodies flashing through his mind, but he steeled his resolve and narrowed his eyes, "people need help. I'm game."
She smiled, "follow me."
EMIYA could only stare at the barren landscape around him.
A hill crowed with swords, and gray sky's with gears floating higher above him. His world. His Unlimited Blade Works. The ultimate culmination of a life time of suffering and struggling to follow a fools dream.
And now, his only hope for salvation.
"Assassin, what is this?"
Dull silver eyes turned to the King of Knights of his right, her green eyes studying him cautiously, but her sword and body facing forward to where he could feel their opponents. He grunted as he turned forward, "a place where a fool's dreams came to die."
He stepped forward and lurched to a stop as swords appeared around him.
His eyes shot over to his left, to the unconscious form of his master, where Sabers own master stood guard with a powerless sword and shield. The boy was staring forward, at their enemies, but he cared not for the boy. He cared about the girl laying unconscious.
And the fact her reserves were almost gone.
He buried his nails in his palm and turned away before he grew annoyed.
Whatever had happened to his master in that bounded field, moments before he had activated his Reality Marble, it had done something to her. Drained her.
He had maybe minutes to-
Cling!
Saber stood before him, her sword drawn down to where a broken sword of the Roman Era faded away.
His teeth ground together as she stepped forward and pointed her sword at the man standing a hundred yards from them.
At Gilgamesh.
"I assume this is your place bowman?" Gilgamesh's voice carried across to them, and EMIYA was careful to keep track of Medea, who was floating behind him. But if his Master was here, then so was theirs.
He pushed past Saber, careful to keep his world ready to respond to the Gate of Babylon, and spoke, "my own world, King."
The Golden servants eyes narrowed, "one who knows his place then? Or who mocks what is his better?" Golden gates appeared above him, and tips of spears and swords pointed out, all aimed for him and Saber.
He gulped, feeling his Masters reserves running dry even as he held his own powers at bay. Damn her for wasting this opportunity. Without her reserves to fuel his projections, there was no way he could match the King of Heroes. With her fully rested maybe, but whatever had happened had drained her to the point he could feel the edges of his reality crumbling already.
He had minutes.
Minutes to somehow convince the King of Heroes to leave peacefully.
Wonderful.
Gilgamesh stared at his opponents across from him with mild curiosity.
It was an odd thing a Reality Marble. It was a place of one's inner world, and from the looks of this place, this Servants world was something dire and ugly. If it had been any worse, he might have considered bringing forth EA to deal with it, but that was a honor below this servant. Unless he was similar to the Rider of the previous war.
A possibility, but unlikely.
"One who understands the importance of his Master," the red clad man replied to his earlier question with a shrug, "which I believe you are."
He raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Please tell me the importance of one as weak as the humans of this time."
"You need them for your final treasure."
He narrowed his eyes and pulled his hands out of his pockets, "careful, Bowman."
Golden portals appeared around him, but he couldn't help but glance back at the witch behind him.
The prone form of his master, twitching in pain with a silent scream on her lips, her very body burnt and red while the abomination she had called an arm was completely gone, had him wondering just what the vile woman had done to deserve such destruction to her barely tolerable appearance. Her accomplice, the short multi colored woman was pacing back and forth like a cornered animal. Cute, but vile.
The Witch met his eyes and shook her head.
He frowned. Damn this woman and her poisonous desire for vengeance. His time was wasted trying to break Saber if he had to leave now of all times. But he had given his word.
His face contorted into a scowl.
How dare she fail him, of all people. After all, a peasant incapable of fulfilling their duty was worth less than the very dirt they tread upon.
The other servants voice drew his attention.
"I speak the truth. Both of our Master's are worse for wear," the man gestured to the boy with a shield, and beneath him, he could see the red clothing of the target of this woman's rage, the small girl with silver eyes.
How a mere girl, barley on the cusp of being a woman, managed to best the woman that was meant to be his so called Master for this war, was baffling. And aggravating.
Maybe there was another that could fill her role.
He would search for one, and if he found one who could fulfill their purpose, he would have them.
Sadly, he was stuck for now. Especially since he had given his word.
"With our Master's as weak as they are, we would not be able to battle to our full content. To fight without our full ability would be an insult to you would it not?"
"Hmmm," Gilgamesh tilted his head, "you speak the truth, Bowman. Nothing but your best should be allowed to face the King."
"I agree. Should we not part ways then to allow our Master's time to rest and when we cross blades once more, you can show us who the true King is?"
He nodded in understanding. The man was wise, but was he being treacherous?
Only a fool would truly wish to cross his path, Saber being an exception, and this man spoke as if he did not fear the King. Such a belief was both treasonous and annoying.
"Your words, while true, reek of treachery. Know that any form of treachery against the King is a grave offense." He narrowed his eyes, "I do not take kindly to threats."
"Then let us part ways on our words as fellow Heroic Spirits. You will see no treachery from me or Saber."
He felt one of his gates, a higher one of the dozens around him, flicker and frowned.
That damnable excuse of a woman must have overextended herself. She was draining his own reserves to keep herself alive.
Odd.
And worrisome.
He would deal with it later though.
The man spoke truth, and though he was sure he could smear him in a few moments, he would rather not risk such an important piece to the plan when he did not know what other Servants and Masters were on the board.
He sighed and let several of his gates close, "then you have the word of the King that we will leave. After all, this woman has already failed once. Such failures must be punished." He scowled back at the still twitching form of Cinder.
"You have my gratitude King of Heroes."
He looked back and to his astonishment, Saber lowered her sword, yet the fire in her eyes and the scowl on her face had his heart racing as he knew she would fight with all she had when they next met. Anything less than that would be an insult.
"Know this, Saber," his red eyes looked towards the woman across from him, her scowl not at all diminishing his admiration for her purity, "do not lose your passion. For a flower like you is one for all eternity, and if that were to fade, a King would be forced to raze the field around it."
Saber grit her teeth but as expected she didn't rise to the bait.
He grinned and waved at the woman behind him as golden portals opened up, but these were empty.
As expected of her, she scooped up the woman and flew back into his portals. The multicolored girl didn't however, instead prowling behind him with her eyes fixated on the other Master's across from him.
He narrowed his eyes, "move mongrel. Follow your leash or I will permanently cut it."
The girl blinked at him, nodding silently before treading back and into his treasury.
With a nod he turned back to his opponents.
"Back to the false Garden, Bowman. I tire of seeing this desolate place."
The world around him began to fade and he smiled.
After all, he had made a promise. A promise to that which is most entertaining, and if a King went back on his word, then he would be as deceitful as the rabble.
He could not allow that.
Not when that man had such plans.
Entertainment for the ages!
And an end he so greatly wished to see.
Blake gasped as pain flared through her side, stumbling once before quickly pushing herself back and avoiding the edge of Adam's sword. However she wasn't fast enough to avoid the follow up.
Thwack!
A meaty hit on her head sent her flying, her back hitting a lamppost and bending the metal with an audible groan. She clumped to the ground, pushing up to her hands and knees as Adam's boots echoed across the pavement even as the rain fell.
She brushed away wet hair from sticking on her face, scowled and pushed herself up to her feet even as Adam closed the distance with a burst of speed.
Curse Qrow for his luck. The fight had driven them even further away from the others, and now she had to contend with Adam while Qrow fought off a servant alone.
She narrowed her eyes.
'Wonderful.'
A quick flick of her wrist and she blocked the knee meant for her side with the flat of her blade, and then activated her Semblance to take Wilt's edge for her. The semblance spat her out a few feet back, allowing her to kick off the pavement and land further down the street.
But their was no reprieve.
Adam was on her instantly, his blade swiping around and slamming in her guard. However, his momentum reversed, and his foot flew at her head from the opposite direction. She grit her teeth and ducked, blocking his follow up strike with wilt even if the force pushed her back once again.
She backtracked as Adam twisted mid air, kicking out at her head before landing in a roll and lunging at her once more.
Gamble shroud fired off a few bullets, all of which were blocked by Wilt, and she parried his stab for her chest, elbowed his left shoulder after the parry unbalanced him, and drove her foot into his chest.
His hand wrapped around her foot and she went wide eyed as she was yanked forward.
Crack!
His mask crashed against her nose, pain screaming through her face as she stumbled back from the head-butt.
She blinked to reorient herself, and found her instincts driving her body as she rolled under his next swing, and then tried to a sweeping kick to take him off his feet.
Of course Adam saw it coming and hopped back away from her kick, and fired off Blush.
The bullets rammed into her chest and she flew back as her aura kept her from being blown apart.
She groaned under her breath and stood once more as Adam flicked his blade and frowned at her from a dozen feet away. She coughed once and lowered herself down, ready for his inevitable advance.
"Tell me, Blake," he stepped forward and pointed his sword at her, "why did you leave?"
"Because you're a monster!"
His frown grew to a snarl, and he rushed at her as he roared, "as were you!"
His blade met hers, but his strength was far greater, and she was pushed back almost instant;ly, before Blush whipped around and slapped her side hard enough to dislodge their blades, then he twisted his blade and slammed his hilt into her throat.
Blake's eyes bugged out, she stumbled backward, and as she choked on air fired away with her weapon in hope of creating distance.
Adam simply weaved through her shots and drove Wilt at her chest once more.
She diverted the blow with the edge of her own blade, and drove and elbow into his chest.
A grunt left his lips as she took the blow and took two steps back.
She didn't waste the opportunity and rushed forward-
Only for the ground to explode in front of her and she stared in shock as the very injured body of Qrow appeared from the debris, standing with most of his weight on his weapon for support and one eye closed with purple skin all around.
Blood leaked from his mouth and cuts adorned his body.
She grimaced, but dashed around him to intercept Adams strike as he tried to blindside the Huntsman.
She activated her semblance again, leaving behind a clone of ice that caught and froze Adams sword in place, before turning, grabbing Qrow, and activating another shadow clone to take the blow from a trio of arrows that tried to end them both then and there.
The escape let her avoid the shot even as Qrow protested her interference and she raced down he street, using her natural agility to hop off cars and lamp posts in the hopes of-
Boom!
The street erupted before her and she flew back, losing Qrow as they both fell to the ground and rolled a few feet before finally stopping.
She coughed and looked up and to her horror Adam stood a few feet away with a scowl, his blade out and ready, and behind him, was the Fanus wom- servant, with her bow and arrow aimed at the two of them from her perch atop a streetlight.
The rain rushing down her face did nothing to hide her fear.
But she wouldn't be a coward ever again. Never.
She cursed and pushed herself to her knees.
The woman spoke up, "will you perish with honor girl? Or will you continue to fight?"
"No, deal with him. She's mine." Adam growled and Blake saw the way the womans eyes narrowed at his voice.
The woman scoffed, "as you wish," and her aimed turned towards Qrow.
Blake dove over the mans prone form and pain erupted in her side as her aura completely shattered and something warm poured from her side.
She roared in pain, glancing down at the arrow sticking out from her lower abdomen, and gasping for breath as blood leaked from the wound.
However, she got back to her knee's, gasping with pain, before she grit her teeth and stood to her full height.
She let the arrow sit and held out Gambol Shroud in defiance.
The woman frowned but lowered her weapon, "master?"
Adam scowled and walked towards her, his sword glowing and she tightened her grip as she readied for what very well would be her end.
"Blake!"
And then a small form, and a cane, jumped in front of her, Oscar Pine in all his glory standing between her and Adam.
"Better late than never right?" Oscar chuckled as he spared her a glance over his shoulder.
A glowing smile graced her lips.
"A child?" the Servants words were filled with shock, and Blake wondered what the was about when she heard more footsteps coming from down the street.
She spared a look and found Nora, Ren, and Weiss all standing off the side, weapons raised and ready.
It was Weiss who spoke with a narrowed gaze, "Adam Tarrus. Surrender and you'll be tried justly."
Weren't they supposed to be trying to free Ruby and Jaune? Why weren't-
"Archer, deal with them," Adam scowled and let his eyes turn to Blake, "Ill take care of the kid and Blake."
Blake frowned but kept silent as the pain in her side grew to the point of tears prickled at her eyes. Thankfully there was rain to hide it.
Adam stepped forward. Oscar tensed.
"No."
Her eyes went wide as she saw the Fanus Servant aiming her weapon at Adam. She was new to this whole Grail War thing, but she figured that wasn't supposed to happen.
Adam froze and turned, "what are you doing?"
The woman, face passive, but eyes filled with rage, spoke loudly, "I will not harm a child. No matter the reason. I will end you Master if you lay a hand on the child. Not even the Grail is enough of a prize for such a sin."
She blinked in confusion.
Adam however was much more vocal and snarled at the woman, "we have them! Why would you betray me now? We can get your grail and do whatever we want!"
"I said no," The woman's scowl tightened. Then her ears twitched and the woman looked away and towards the sea, to where Blake knew the other servants were battling.
And yet, there was a lack of explosions in the air. Only the sounds of shrill sirens, pounding rain, and the cries of dying filled the air.
It was either a very good sign, or bad.
"We must leave," the woman jumped off her perch, grabbed Adam and leapt away over the next row of homes and stores in the blink of an eye, even as Adam protested like an impudent child.
Blake watched in shock as they disappeared behind the buildings, but the flare of pain in her side had her gasping and falling to one knee.
"Blake!" Weiss rushed to her side, the others following as Oscar went over to Qrow and hefted the man up to a sitting a sitting position. She gave a grim smile to Weiss and winced at the pain.
"What happened to Ruby?" She asked as the Heiress looked at the arrow and forced Blake to sit.
Weiss shook her head as her blue eyes studied the arrow stuck in her friends side, "its all the way through. Doesn't look like you hit anything to vital since you're still standing. We need to get you to a hospital. Oscar, hows Qrow?"
"Alive, but hes out cold now." The younger boy huffed and moved back as Nora hefted the older man like he was sack of tissues paper.
Blake however wasn't finished, "where's, Ruby and Jaune?" then she noticed the absence of a familiar crown of golden hair, "and, Yang?"
Weiss shook her head, "she stayed behind to protect Maria, Terra, and the baby. She was stuck behind a mob of those monsters so we got here as quick as we could." The white haired girl took a breath then stood up as she offered a hand to Blake.
She took it and gasped at the pain, her legs failing her, and Weiss was forced to catch her with Ren. The two supported her as she grit her teeth and started off down the street in a slow walk with Nora carrying Qrow ahead of them and Oscar following behind.
Weiss then continued, "we have no idea about Ruby or Jaune. The weird bubble thing, just… disappeared. No one was on the street when it did."
The cold behind Weiss' words had her frowning, "I'm sure Yang's looking for them now."
A waft of smoke hit her nose and she coughed as Weiss huffed heavily and Ren coughed only a moment after.
She let her eyes travel out to look at the buildings and the city.
Fires roared from afar, rain pounded away, smoke rose high, and the roofs of homes were ripped apart while a few walls were collapsed inward from Qrow fighting the servant. It was a miracle that where she fought Adam was still intact. She was glad that people had rushed to the shelters.
Especially when they turned the corner of the nearest street and she actually saw the devastation.
She had no words and the way Weiss kept moving, her eyes cold and hard, showed her that the girl had already glimpsed the destruction. Nora's lack of chatter and Ren's tightening grip on her shoulder was also evidence of their own views.
The battle was obviously over.
But she couldn't help the tears as she saw the city.
Was this what servants were capable of?
Homes and shops, torn asunder, in pieces or ashes, with fires burning at what seemed like almost every other home. Debris made of concrete, stone, wood, and bodies, littered… well everywhere.
Half of the bodies weren't even bodies, but chunks of what had been people, and only a handful of cars were in one pieces, most were piles of scrap or had been turned to pincushions for debris and what looked like holes meant for swords.
People were running about shouting, some fighting the fires with buckets of water, a few with houses, and fireman spewing foam and water from their trucks to try and contain the destruction.
Medics and police ran about carrying people, treating wounded, or piling bodies.
Even Children's bodies were stacked. Tiny bodies; lifeless and bloodied.
She felt bile rise in her throat.
The others trudged along, and she looked forward towards a large building, one with paramedics, tents, and police standing guard outside of it. A hospital. Thank the God's it hadn't been hit.
"Blake!"
The voice brought her to, and she saw Yang approach slowing as the brawler took in her appearance. The girl slowed, "are you-"
"I'll live," she grunted, "you're uncle got it worse than me."
Yang turned to her Uncle, crying out as she saw him before rushing Oscar.
"Guys!"
It was the other blond of the group who then appeared. From the masses of tents and people surrounding the building.
Jaune looked worse for wear, his face was bruised, his hair unkempt, and exhaustion plagued his eyes. In his arms, was an unconscious Ruby. At least, she hoped Ruby was unconscious.
Yang's attention and roars of questions turned to the boy.
She wanted to know what happened, really she did, but her mind couldn't help but wander and wander.
What had happened? Who had done this?
Then her eyes landed on Ruby's Servant.
The man clad in red and black, standing atop a miraculously still standing lamppost a fair distance away. His face grim as he met her eyes. He gave a single nod then turned away, his back to them as he too watched the fires rage.
For whatever reason, she felt pity flare in her gut, but she would have words with him. They deserved to know what on earth had happened.
Hands grabbed at her, and she noticed that medics, professionals in their craft, took her from Weiss and Ren's hands, Ruby and her uncle as well.
But as the medics began questioning Weiss what had happened as well as Nora and Oscar, even shoving Yang aside to do so, she couldn't care to listen to them.
All she could do was look back over her shoulder at the devastation surrounding the hospital. The fires would forever be sealed in her mind. The bodies, the fallen buildings, and the sheer magnitude of devastation.
This was from the Holy Grail War. This was the outcome. A single night that rivaled, if not surpassed the Fall of Beacon.
Salem was a monster, and they feared her after learning the truth.
But this…
She felt a tear fall free as a group of a dozen civilians were herded into a transport, and bullheads flew overhead towards the fire, dropping water and foam as they went.
And then a raven cawed and Blake let the tears flow under the rain.
This was a nightmare beyond Salem.
A/N
New POV's in the form of Gil and Blake. Despite the fact I think Blake is a terrible person, especially with how she treated Sun, her twisted background, sense of morality, and attitude make her fun to write. Plus, we got Qrow last chapter and since Blake joined his fight it only made sense to write from her POV.
Also I was wrong. This was the last chapter of the fight. The second chapter was from the initial plan which would've had Gil getting beaten by Ruby and Archer, using silver eyes and UBW. But then I realized how there was no way to realistically get to that or do that without making Ruby suddenly super OP and that would be dumb. Plus, Gil wouldn't be harmed by a power like that. Its meant to destroy the grim and the like. Not a Heroic Spirit. So yeah my initial ending was canned like I said. The aftermath (Blakes POV) and next chapter however, are the same. Nothing else changed, and even in the initial fight Gil would have lived so its a moot point pondering it anyway.
So the entire fight with Blake, Qrow, Adam and Atalanta, happened during the whole UBW shebacle. Hence when there's a lack of explosions and suddenly no one else is fighting Atalanta decides to retreat when she sense's the presence of other servants not fighting and instead heading towards her (EMIYA and Saber who were following Ruby and Jaune to the hospital). We also see Atalanta's love for children. In her time period, team RWBY and JNPR (with the exception of MAYBE Ruby) would easily be considered adults. They are older than the likes of Mordred (physically) in Apocrypha, and Atalanta's willingness to kill Jeanne Arc (who uses the body of someone whos… I think 17-19) proves that 17-19 is a killable age for her. However, Oscar is barely fourteen, which is the age I think Mordred also resembles. (maybe its 15 for her idk) So he would obviously be a child in her eyes and thus, worth protecting. She also tries to kill Sieg. Proof enough.
About UBW, as EMIYA says, Ruby using her eyes severely drains her as shown in canon when she passes out from using them the first time in a state of emotional shock. Its the same here; Ruby almost dies and her emotions rampaging allow her eyes to activate to save herself and Juane, but unknowingly leaving EMIYA with not enough magic to fight off Gil, though Gil is in a similar boat. Remember, Shirou isn't here and EMIYA knows how Gil is, so its easy for him to come up with a solution and play it to the Kings ego especially since hes not just out to kill the boy. Gilgamesh's arrogance is always his downfall. Or their salvation (letting Rin and Shirou live multiple times in UBW because of dust or hes bored is proof enough.)
I enjoyed writing Gil, and hope I got him well.
I told you all this wouldn't end with using UBW all out just yet. Circumstances don't allow for that. Plus… Gil mentions a plan. But who's plan? Oh have I got some seriously plans. Dark plans. And there's also foreshadowing in this chapter. Like TWO HUGE points that maybe ya'll didn't miss.
Please review. Hope you enjoyed. Till next time.
God bless.
-Metal4k