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"Woah!" A beowolf pounced him, only to get itself hit headfirst into a rock.

Mors narrowed his eyes and looked around him, seeing at least six Beowolves still alive. He sidestepped a claw coming into his direction, and stabbed the Grimm on the neck. He withdrew his pistol and killed two more, before flipping away from a pounce. He holstered the pistol and pulled out his estoc, he stabbed a Beowolf and blocked a paw before drawing his pistol again to shoot it on the head.

The last beowolf was more smarter, opting to take the encounter slowly.

Needless to say, a slow approach might be a lot better if your opponent is a lot dumber.

After fleeing the scene, he managed to find the ruins. Looking over the pillars that hold...chess pieces, he doesn't know what was going on with the teacher's head when they thought about this. But since this is a prestigious academy, might as well play along.

He scanned the pieces to find something he can work with.

A white bishop, the most overlooked piece in a chess game. Though its partner wasn't there, it felt like it was...

Oh...right.

Taking it, Mors remembered that a nearby cliff was...somewhere. So, with his luck he'll run straight for it.

He was right, there was a cliff. However, how was he supposed to scale it?

He'll find a way, somehow.

Though that weird sound of mandibles being clicked together was getting on his nerves. He was just nearing the cliff, which had a bunch of ruined structures on it, when he heard that sound again. Though, this time there was a scuttling of feet. A lot of feet.

He was blindsided with a head butt by the Grimm, if he was right, though he safely rolled back on his feet. But looking at his new opponent made him subconsciously look at his estoc.

The Grimm was a centipede like thing, except it had sharp red eyes and mandibles made for rending flesh apart. Mors's weapons won't be able to break through that thick carapace, his other weapons could be used but 'his' semblance wasn't that. So he'll probably resort to other means...

Dodging a charge from the Grimm, he went into his pouch and grabbed crystallized lightning dust. He broke it into a fine powder, using some help with his 'magic', and applied it on the blade of his estoc. He rolled out of the way of the charge and grabbed the blade before slowly running hishand along it.

What resulted was a lot of sparks and yellow crystals appearing from where he just ran his hand along.

'I hope this works, if it doesn't...I'm running.' Mors thought to himself, drawing the estoc back to prepare a strong stab.

The centipede made that annoying sound with its mandibles again, before charging straight first.

He sweatdropped at the aggressiveness, before preparing the stab right in it's eye.

As it neared closer, he struck. Lightning trailed the blade as it struck the Grimm's eye, the crystals exploding violently as they were plunged into the eye.

It blew it's mind, except it's all over the grass.

Time skip

"...led by Ruby Rose!" Mors eyed the heiress, who looked shocked. That was going to be a problem...

After the ceremony was over, they all went to their assigned dorms to sleep. Though, Mors had something else to do before his curfew.

Sitting at the bed, he focused and tried to find someone.

...

...

...? There she is.

He heard the vessel's voice, though a bit warbled. He tried to adjust by focusing some more.

"...What the? Mors?" She sounded dumbfounded, Mors noted.

"Hello."

"This is normal, right?"

"For me, yes it is."

"Oh. Also, shouldn't you be sleeping?"

"Just testing...justtttt testing."

She let out an uncomfortable 'hm' as Mors felt her disappear again.

'She's learning.' He mused, before lying on the bed.

His eyelids slowly went down, feeling a sort of refreshing air, as he drifted into sleep.

He didn't have nightmares or dreams, rather it was something else.

Mors...

Opening his eyes, just like last time was he finding himself in another place.

Mors...

These constant calling for his names, he heard about millions of times now.

Mors...

This is getting annoying, he thinks. Also noting how it sounds familiar.

MORS!

He jumped a bit at the sudden increase of volume, which was a breath of fresh air compared to what he deals with.

Can you just say something...please...?

Playful desperation.

'Is that why you keep calling my name?' Mors thought.

Yes, that is exactly the reason.

Very playful.

"Oh, so...who is this?" He asked, spreading out his arms.

Did you forget?

Pain, it pricked his heart.

"You sound familiar, I just can't seem to point my finger on it."

It's me.

Vague, and that's coming from him.

"You're...right...you're her." Slowly realizing it, he let his arms go on his sides.

Mors...

Exasperation, that's what he heard.

"What happened?" Seriousness laced his words, though uncommon as it is.

I can't say...

Strained.

"Why?"

It's...painful...

It sounded painful, he notes.

"How so?"

I'll tell you about it later.

Conflicted.

"Fine." Mors concluded.

He really hopes he can get some answers, as he woke up. Dreams really mess with time, so do nightmares except they are less influenced by time.

"Who was that?" The vessel came to ask, his earlier statement of her learning was proven. Though, it was quite fast...

"Someone I know." Mors answered.

"She sounded familiar." He felt her brows creasing in thought.

"You were watching my memories, right?"

"Yeah..."

"You should know her, then."

"Too many people to keep track of."

"This one's quite significant. For she is the Goddess of Life."

Sorry for the delay, some stuff happened and I can't control it.

Also watched some deep stuff, I had to think about things for a moment.

Please review, that's something I want to see from people.

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