"Wow, this place is a dump." Helena bluntly dropped, as she and her family walked into the Devil May Cry office.

And she wasn't wrong. It was completely filthy and unsanitary. Numerous pizza boxes were littered around, empty bottles here and there, coupled with stains all around, and even some cobwebs. Not to mention the smell.

Jeanne shook her head in disapproval and shot a sideways glance at her brother in-law. "How repulsive. Do you not know how to clean up after yourself?"

His only response was a sheepish smile and a shrug, making Jeanne sigh as she felt her respect for him dwindle down.

"At least tell me you have cleaning supplies, like a broom, a mop and a feather duster?"

Much to Jeanne's relief, Dante nodded. "I do. They're right upstairs, At the end of the hallway, can't miss it."

"Good. I'm sure you help us clean up...right, Dante?"

The younger Son of Sparda unconsciously gulped and gave them a shaky nod, very intimidated at the sudden aura that Jeanne was emanating.

"I'm starting to see why Vergil married her."

Noir had retrieved every cleaning equipment she could find and handed them over to her mother. Jeanne put on a pair of gloves, a mask, an apron and tied a cloth over her head, her children following suit. Soon, they got started, Dante included, being bribed with strawberry sundaes as extra incentive.

Helena and Selene worked together in getting rid of every thrash present, Noir swept the floor, Saphron handled the cobwebs, Jeanne, Jaune and Dante wiped every piece of furniture and decorations that the latter had.

In their process of cleaning, Morrison walked in, bewildered not only at the sight of Dante cleaning, but also being helped by six random strangers. The Arc family quickly assumed offensive positions, leading to the old man raising his hands in faux surrender.

"Not that I'm happy to see you finally cleaning, Dante, but who are these fine folks you've roped in to helping you?"

Dante calmed them down, walking up to the dapper man. "Whoa. Easy guys, he's a friend. Morrison, meet my sister in-law and her children. Guys, meet Morrison. He's the one who sets me up with my jobs."

The Info Broker blinked in surprise. "Excuse me? Sister in-law? I find that hard to believe, Dante. You told me your brother was dead and that you had no other family left."

Jeanne stepped up and removed her mask, offering a hand to the man. "Hello, Morrison. I'm Jeanne Arc, wife to Vergil. And the mother to his children. A pleasure to meet you."

It took him a couple of seconds before composing himself and shook the offered hand. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Mrs. Arc. My apologies for my rudeness earlier. Dante was just so sure and genuine in his words that he had no one left."

"And with good reasons too. With his pride, he wouldn't admit to the fact that he was afraid of meeting Dante again. Afraid of what his reactions would've been despite terribly missing him…"

Dante looked down, mulling over her words. Vergil was… Afraid? That was something that never crossed his mind. Well, maybe when they were children. But now? No. His older brother was afraid…of how he would've reacted?

How would he have reacted if Vergil did come to him? Fearful? Ashamed? Angry?… Or glad? Glad that his brother wasn't really dead and eventually rediscovered his humanity?

Morrison cleared his throat, gaining everyone's attention. "As much as I want to hear more of this, I suppose I should get going. I'll get back to you later when you finish up here, Dante. Good day, Mrs. Arc."

With a tip of his hat, Morrison left them to resume cleaning. Dante's expression didn't change, not with what he had learned from Jeanne. He dropped his rag and walked up to one of the frames hung up on his wall. But this certain one didn't have any sort of picture, instead it held a glove, with a slash mark across its palm with dried blood around it.

Noir approached her uncle, joining him in looking at the frame. "What exactly is the purpose of that glove, Uncle Dante?"

Dante ran his hand through his hair, as a particular memory played across his mind. "It serves as a reminder of my greatest failure… Did Vergil tell any of you of the Temen-ni-Gru?"

The eldest daughter strummed her chin in thought, trying to recall some of the stories her father told her. "Well, there was this one tale he'd often tell us about a man who foolishly raised a tower that held the power of his father. His brother disagreed with the notion and they fought numerous times until the brother overcame him. He then rejected the attempt of his brother in saving him and fell into hell, the home of their father… Did any of that actually happen? Every time he told us of it, he'd admonish the man and scorn him. Was that him? Did my father really do such a thing?"

The red-clad hunter nodded. "That's right. Vergil sought out our old man's powers and raised the main demon gate to get it. Every time we'd meet, the only thing he'd talk about was 'power this', 'power that'. Plus, he'd reject his humanity, calling it a weakness, while I did the same to my demon side. Eventually, I accepted it was just a part of who I am. Vergil, on the other hand, was still insistent on his claims."

He looked at his niece with a smile and clasped her shoulder.

"But maybe, just maybe, he finally threw away those claims and accepted his humanity when he had all of you."

With what she had discovered, Noir looked down, unsure of her uncle's words. "I sure hope so…"

About two hours later

Dante wiped the sweat off his face with a grunt as he took a step back to take a good look at the results. And from what he could see, only a smile and a chuckle and was the fitting answer.

His office looked absolutely spotless. There was not a speck of dust nor grime that he could see, all of his stuff looked very clean, and his demon skulls looked more intimidating. The Son of Sparda dropped the mop he was holding and crossed his arms.

"Man, this is the first time I've ever seen this place clean! It was already a dump when I first bought it… Damn, what a view."

Morrison then took the time to return, carrying with him two boxes of pizza. He whistled at the spotless office of Devil May Cry, impressed.

"Now that's a nice thing to see. Anyone care for pizza?"

The Info Broker settled down the boxes onto the desk, allowing everyone to grab a slice. Dante plopped down onto his comfortable recliner and turned his head to the dapper man.

"So, Morrison. What do you got for me?"

The man smirked as he pulled out a thick envelope, seemingly filled with stacks of Lien. "Cash up front, guard duty just for one night. If you accept, you might actually manage to reduce that debt of yours."

"Debt?" questioned Jaune as he finished his pizza slice. "Uncle Dante owes people money?"

"Drowningly so, I'm afraid." gravely confirmed Morrison. "Collateral damage, destruction of multiple properties, not to mention his fashion choices and the absurd amount of pizzas and strawberry sundaes he's ordered over the last couple of years. Plus, there's also him owing more money to his two business partners."

Dante sweat dropped as he could feel the judgemental stares all coming from his brother's family. Jeanne shook her head and fished out her Scroll. She tapped a few inputs on her device before showing the screen to Morrison.

"Will this be enough to clear him off?"

Morrison's eyes bugged out at the amount of zeros being shown to him. He was tempted to slap himself if what he saw was actually real, and instead gulped and composed himself.

"Y-yes. It's more than enough, actually."

"Jeanne, you don't have to do that." cut in Dante. "This is my problem, let me handle it."

The blonde Nephilim shook her head as she and Morrison traded bank account details. "You can't stop me, Dante. Family is important, above all else. And you, are family. You're helping us, by helping Jaune, so let me help you. "

They stared at each other for a couple of minutes, either side not relenting until Dante sighed in defeat. "Alright, you win. But where did you even get that money?"

"You can thank your brother for that. He took quite the interest in bonds and stocks, taking an interest in the stock market. Plus, with what he made in his part-time occupation as a mercenary, it all worked out from there."

Morrison narrowed his eyes in curiosity as he leaned forward. "Tell me, did he use a pseudonym of any sorts while he worked?"

Jeanne tapped her chin in thought. "Hmm, if I recall correct, he used the name Gliver."

Everyone's eyes turned attention towards Dante, who had crushed a bottle in his hand at the name. Noir's instincts kicked in as she saw blood dripping down.

"Uncle Dante, you're bleeding."

"Huh?" Dante looked to see that, yes, he was indeed bleeding. He waved off his niece's concern as his hand healed up. "Don't worry. It's just a flesh wound. I get stabbed on the job on a daily basis. A few shards of glass is nothing."

Jeanne and Morrison looked at him in concern, wondering why the name gave him such a reaction. The former could hear Dante mutter something along the lines of 'impossible' and 'just a coincidence'. A few minutes later, he was back to his old self.

"By the way, I'll be sure to pay you guys back. Promise."

"You can pay us back, by telling us what's inside that room." called out Helena, who pointed at the door that had DO NOT ENTER written on it crudely with red sharpie.

Dante scratched the back of his head, trying to decide if she should adhere to his niece's suggestion or not. "I'm not too sure. I actually forgot what I put in there. It could be dangerous."

Selene approached the door and went to touch the door knob. She pulled back in surprise as numerous seals materialized and covered the door. The younger twin and turned to her family, voicing her opinion.

"It would seem our uncle is correct. The amount of protective seals to this entrance is staggering. I vote we forget about this and move on to another discussion."

Helena jumped her twin and wrapped her arms around her. "Ah come on! Where's your sense of adventure, sis? Worst case scenario here is that there's something dangerous inside of the room, but we have mom and Uncle D to protect us! What's the worst that could happen?"

"Well…she IS right." conceded Saphron. "At best, there's probably nothing harmful inside and it's just a bunch of memorabilia. At worst, there's something deadly that hopefully, we can all handle and kill quickly. What about you, Noir? Mom?"

Jeanne shrugged, conceding her decision to whatever got the majority vote. Noir, having to be the responsible one, crossed her arm in thought as she mulled over which to choose. Meanwhile, Jaune's curiosity got the better of him as he walked up to the door and twisted the handle, somehow bypassing the seals.

Everyone noticed a sliver too late as Jaune pushed it open. Out of the room, numerous things surged out and went into the living room, surrounding them…as they all started to talk.

"Finally! We are free!"

"Yes! We have been inside that room for a long time!"

Dante groaned out loud as he heard the voices. He cradled his head, trying not to get a migraine. "Now I remember why I locked that door away."

Everyone looked at the plethora of strange-looking weapons as they babbled on and on about being freed, enshrouded by numerous colored aura. Jaune lightly rubbed his arm as it dimly glowed at the presence of the weapons. Jeanne's eyes widened, recognizing what the weapons were.

"You're all Devil Arms!"

At her exclamation, all of them turned their attention to Jeanne and grew apprehensive, some of them even screaming.

"A nephilim!" cried out the two earlier blades in unison.

"Impossible! I thought they were all extinct?!" shouted a sword, crackling with lightning.

"They look strong…" mused a pair of gauntlets with the head of dragon.

"Hmm. They feel familiar." voiced out the literal electric guitar.

Dante chimed, looking a bit peeved off at the Devil Arms. "I thought I said no talking?"

At his voice, the Devil Arms stopped talking and fell down in a heap. The Legendary Devil Hunter sighed and shook his head as he approached the pile of weapons.

"What do you got to say for yourselves?"

At first, none of them uttered a word, until the twin blades cried out in unison. "Why didn't you bring us with you to your journey to hell?"

"Because it was a freaking cake walk. And if I had brought any of you, it would've been just a late night stroll!"

Jaune raised his hand, looking quite confused. "Um, Uncle Dante? What exactly is a Devil Arm?"

The Son of Sparda turned to his nephew and explained. "It's basically like Mega Man, except pumped full of steroids. But the better explanation for it is that Devil Arms are basically demonic sentient weapons that usually manifest from a defeated demon's soul or power. But this doesn't always happen, though, only to specific demons. Usually, out of respect or self-preservation, they turn themselves into Devil Arms. But, some of them could still be turned even if they were killed by taking their soul. They're pretty strong and durable to boot."

Helena picked up the gauntlets with the dragon head and whistled in admiration. "Guess you've amassed quite a lot, I imagine."

Dante nodded, and pointed behind him. Inside of the room, there were some stationary Devil Arms who didn't even move, hanging safely on the wall.

"That I have. Got a lot of them from some of my jobs. Honestly, I can't use all of them, no matter how many times I swap out. I've been thinking of pawning them off to a friend of mine."

The present Devil Arms shook in fear at the thought of being sold off like a cheap toy, making Dante roll his eyes and further elaborated.

"Not you guys. You're all stuck with me, and I'm stuck with you. Or, actually…" A glint appeared in Dante's eyes as a great idea crossed him. He pointed at his brother's family, smirking. "Stuck with them. Go on and pick out a Devil Arm, and if you can wield them safely, they're yours. Think of as a…late birthday present."

The daughters looked at Jeanne for permission, whom merely nodded. Noir went up first and went through the collection of weapons, trying to find something that fit her. That was until, her eyes fell on the twin swords that spoke earlier. They were wide, curved blades resembling a scimitar. It had a serrated design that somewhat resembled a spinal cord. They're colored orange and turquoise. On the end of the pommels of both swords were heads, which was how they talked.

"Hmm, mind introducing yourselves to me?"

"Oh! I am Agni."

"And I am Rudra!"

"We are brothers who can wield the element of fire."

"And wind! You can choose to wield us one at a time."

"But we work best together."

Noir looked at them in thought before nodding. Dante quirked an eyebrow, asking his niece of her decision.

"You sure, kid? They talk. A lot. More so than me, and that's saying something."

The eldest daughter smirked. "I'll take my chances. I am not a daughter of Vergil for nothing."

Dante shrugged. "Your call, kid."

Noir stepped back, allowing Helenq and Selene to go next. Being the oldest between them, Helena graciously went first and picked up the gauntlets with the dragon heads. Around it was a large, dark, metal dragon head with the glove between its open jaw and along the top of the dragon's head were numerous spike. Before she could ask what they were, it glowed and cut in.

"My name is Ifrit. The fool who awakens me shall pay dearly with fires of hell."

Helena grinned at this declaration. "We'll see about that."

She slipped on the gauntlets and immediately felt a burning sensation as it shackled itself and began to toss around, attempting to pull off her arms as she was consumed by the flames. Helena planted her footing and resisted against the Devil Arm's attempts. Selene looked concerned for her twin and prepared to intervene, only to be stopped by Dante.

"Don't. If you cut in, then your sister's not gonna be happy. This is Ifrit's way of testing your worthiness to wield him. If you can resist his flames, then bingo. But if not, well, let's not find out, shall we?"

The younger twin relented and stood back. Helena gritted her teeth and managed to tightly clench her hands. Her eyes glowed brightly as she let out a large cry. A wave of light washed over her and it enabled her to subdue the fiery gauntlets. Ifrit was impressed and grunted in approval.

"Impressive. You are worthy enough to use me."

Helena grinned in victory and pumped her arm into the air. She turned to her little sister and gestured for her turn. Selene inspected every weapon in the pile, trying to find something either fit her, or grabbed her attention. Unfortunately, nothing caught her eye and so, she entered the closet to take a look at the others.

Her eyes fell upon the most out of place thing she had ever seen in a array of weaponry. A pair of seemingly normal leather gloves with a strange character for shadow etched onto the palm. Dante saw her observing it and tried to remember what it could do.

"Hmm, that's called Nyx. Let's see… Think I got that from a haunted mansion. A bunch of spirits were using it. For what, I can't remember. All I can is that it was used for something annoying and powerful.

Selene grabbed it off the wall and decided to take them. She looked at Saphron, whom shook her head. "Nah, don't really feel like it. And besides, I'm not that much of a fighter. I'm still okay with using my gauntlets."

"If you're sure." said Selene. She looked at her little brother and was about to gesture for him to approach her, when Dante rose his hand.

"No, not yet. I'm sorry to say, but the kid's not ready to get a Devil Arm yet. Still need to teach him how to fight."

Jaune looked downcast at this, but understood his uncle's reasons. Jeanne patted her son's hair and pulled him in for a hug. The blond smiled into his mother's embrace, making Dante smile at the interaction.

Noir made a few practice swings, along with Helena, getting a feel of their new weapons. Meanwhile, Selene looked at the gloves with intensity, trying to see if she could sense something out of it.

Morrison coughed, getting the attention on him again. "You know, a normal training area isn't gonna cut it with Devil Arms. You're gonna need something better and secluded for them."

Dante smirked. "Don't worry, Morrison. I already got that covered."

The red-clad devil hunter pulled out a black-colored sphere from behind him. He twirled it around his fingers before smashing it on the floor. Before anyone could react, the black seeped out and swiftly engulfed them.

The seven of them landed onto a lightly watery surface. The strange place seemed to extend far beyond, as if endless. The sky was like something you would see in the vast reaches of space in fiction, accompanied by something akin to an eclipsed sun.

Dante smiled and gestured around. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Void. A little something I picked up during my stay in Hell. It's a special dimension that's pretty far and can be used for training."

Confused by this, Helena asked for clarification. "Wait… Training? But there's nothing here." To emphasize this, she waved her arms around the vastly empty space.

With the flick of a finger, a menu akin to something from a video game slid towards Dante, greatly surprising everyone. He made some inputs onto it before tapping confirm. Out of nowhere, a group of strange creatures materialized and stood motionless. They were pitch-black, featureless shadows in the shape of wolves, with red eyes and jaws.

These were a species of Grimm, more specifically, the Beowolf. Seeing everyone's reaction at the appearance of a Grimm, he couldn't help but smile as that was how he had reacted the first time he used the dimension.

"Voila! Training dummies to be used. The Void is kinda used more for training yourself how to use a weapon. Think of a tutorial stage in an RPG, except you can control the enemies and even spawn them in. Go ahead, they won't bite unless I make them to."

Noir nodded and stepped forward. She tightly gripped Agni and Rudra and charged at the motionless Grimm. She hit the pack with two separate strikes before holding the two blades together by the pommel and swung them around in a circular motion before ending it in a cross-slash, killing the Beowolf pack.

Dante then summoned more. This time, it was the armored versions. Noir grunted and swung twice, before shifting her speed to frantic strikes, mowing the Grimm Wolves down until only one was left. The eldest daughter front flipped and ended it in a overhead slash as both fire and wind erupted from the blades, incinerating the poor Beowolf.

"Give me more." she demanded. And he obliged, this time, spawning an Alpha Beowolf, being bigger and having more armor and spikes on its body.

Noir smirked cruelly as wind and fire enshrouded Agni and Rudra and she launched the Alpha into the air. She jumped after it and struck it numerous times in the chest. She joined the blades by the pummel once again and spun it around in an arc, shredding the Beowolf and pushed it back. She charged up each blade's respective element with a grunt before sending them out. First came the flames, before it was engulfed by the wind and grew bigger, burning the Grimm to nothing but ash.

Noir landed down and ended things with a flourish. Both Agni and Rudra grunted in admiration of their new wielder's skills.

"Impressive."

The spectators thought so as well. All of them began to clap at Noir's demonstration, whom took it with a graceful bow as she placed the Devil Arms away. Helena stepped up and cracked her knuckles.

"Guess I'm up. Give me something harder, okay Uncle D?"

Dante shrugged, before getting the idea of passing the menu towards Selene. The younger twin looked at their father's brother with a quirked eyebrow.

"I'm sure there are times where you two argued over some things, but she got them most of the times because she was older than you. Maybe you want some payback?"

Selene looked down and remained silent. Because Dante was right. And it happened quite a lot. Ranging from their holiday presents, who gets the larger slice of the birthday cake, who gets to use the bathroom first, the toys, the clothes and even their hair! But the worst offender for her was that time she was given a hair pin by Vergil that Helena 'borrowed'. Surprise surprise, she didn't give it back.

A devious smirk crossed the more refined twin and madly tapped away on the menu, which started to scare Jaune and Saphron. Helena was unaware of this happening and just patiently waited for the test dummies. Finally, the 'test dummy' materialized…and it was a gigantic Beringel. About twenty feet.

Helena's eyes shrunk as her skin began to turn more pale than usual. When the Grimm began to beat its chest like an ape, the older twin unconsciously gulped loudly, making Selene silently laugh. She took in deep breaths as she tried to compose her posture, muttering a mantra of encouragement to herself.

"You're strong now. It can't hurt you anymore. The bad monkey can't mess with you this time. You're strong now. It can't hurt you anymore. The bad monkey can't mess with you this time. You're strong now. It can't hurt you anymore. The bad monkey can't mess with you this time."

Dante looked at an Jeanne, searching for an explanation.

"We were visiting the local zoo. Helena's curiosity got the better of her and she accidentally fell into a habitat. Unfortunately, it was also home to the silver-back ape and it perceived Sol as an intruder. Long story short, she ended up traumatized by the entire ordeal but refuses to submit herself to therapy so now, she has a fear of everything simian."

The Legendary Devil Hunter flinched. "Ouch. I can only imagine how Vergil reacted."

Jeanne made a sidewards glance, her eyes glinting in amusement. "Let's just say we got a brand new rug for the living room that day."

Dante sweat dropped at that. "Seriously? But honestly, I can't blame him."

He grunted and focused back on his niece. Helena managed to compose herself, no longer shaking. She took in a deep breath, clenching her fist tightly as she slipped into a stance. She jumped up into the air, coated in fire.

Helena flipped herself into a dive kick, striking the Beringal in the chest, slightly pushing it back. She kicked herself back, before dropping down and punching the ground, a wall of fire erupting around her, setting the large ape aflame but also launching it into the air.

As it slowly fell, Helena cocked back her fist and charged up Ifrit. As the Beringal grew closer, she unleashed the attack in the form of an uppercut coated in magma.

"MAGMA DRIVE!"

The attack very much obliterated the Grimm Ape as it blew up into numerous pieces, before it all disintegrated to ash. Helena looked at her new gauntlets and grinned at its power.

"Thanks, partner. Looks like I finally got the weapon that fits my name!"

Ifrit merely glowed in response, making Helena chuckle as she dismissed him.

"You wanna keep going, kid?" asked Dante.

Helena thought for a moment, before shaking her head. "Nah. Think I got a pretty good gist of the basics. I'm good."

"If you're sure."

The older twin walked back to her family, with Selene breaking off to take her place. As the two passed each other, Helena whispered something to her little sister which made her grunt in acknowledgement. The two continue on like nothing happened. Dante took back control of the menu and spawned in the test dummies.

More Grimm, but this time, its bear versions, the Ursai. Much the like the Beowolves before them they had black fur and bony spikes on their backs and arms, as well as white, bone-like masks with red detailing. But the main difference between them, of course, is that they were in the shape of a bear.

Selene slipped on the leather gloves, moving her fingers around. She looked at Dante and gave him a look. "Make them move, Uncle Dante. I want to figure out this weapon's purpose through that way."

Dante shrugged and obeyed. With a few flicks and the Ursai gained movement. The bears stared at Selene and roared, lunging for an attack. She jumped back and flicked her hands to the side… Nothing happened.

Selene rolled forward, and leaped away, dodging the claws of the Grimm. She stared at the gloves, trying to figure them out.

"The character on the palm reads shadow, which really doesn't tell me-" Selene stopped herself and fought the urge to facepalm, possibly figuring out what Nyx does. "Feels obvious, now that I think about it."

The Ursai tried to lunge Selene once again, but they missed her by just a hair, as she dashed back. Skidding to a stop, she thrust her arm out, focusing right at the visible shadows beneath the Grimm.

All of a sudden, the Ursai came to a halt, as if frozen in place. But then the strangest thing happened. They stood upright and straightened up their arm, copying Selene. This greatly confused her until she looked down and saw that her shadow was linked up with theirs.

"Shadow Mimicry?" she said out loud.

At this, Dante snapped his fingers as his eyes widened in realization. "That's right! Now I remember. Those damned spirits kept on using it to get me vulnerable while the others attacked. So, you use your own shadow to immobilize either one or a group of targets. Once you're set, you can force them to follow your movement, or force them to stay paused while some friends come in to take care of them. But, I never really bothered to use that thing, so, you're gonna have to find out everything about it, kid."

Selene nodded as she processed the information. She hummed in thought, then gained an idea. Something she saw in an anime once… Not that she watched that sort of thing. Selene closed her eyes and concentrated. The shadow below the Ursai expanded and shaped into needles, piercing each one.

Morrison crossed his eyes, nodding in respect. "Smart. There can't always be a time where she's with someone to rely on getting the killing blow. I guess it's not really shadow mimicry, but more on shadow manipulation. Damn, that's pretty powerful!"

Selene lowered her arms and the needles released the Grimm as they all disintegrated. She slicked back her hair and turned to Dante.

"That's enough for me. I got what I needed. I'll merely train on my own time."

Dante nodded and brought back the menu. "Well, if we're not gonna do anything else, let's go back." He scrolled through the menu and tapped Exit. A portal materialized behind them, the other end showing Dante's office. Naturally, everyone walked in, taking them back to Remnant.

Back to the Devil May Cry office

Everyone plopped down onto the couches while Dante sat onto his recliner. He craned his neck to look at his wall clock and found that only a second passed by.

"Hey, Uncle Dante."

The half-demon looked up and faced his lone nephew. "Yeah, kid? Anything you need?"

"Well, I was just wondering - why didn't you train me at that void thing? It looked like the greatest place for training."

Dante shook his head, a frown on his face. "Not really, kid. I mean, it's great and all, but it's missing a few things. Really, the Void's just like a training area for you to practice your weapons. Plus, do you know expensive it is to get an orb to that place?!"

Saphron then piped in. "Wait, you can just buy it with Lien?"

"No, not Lien. Red Orbs." Before Jaune could ask, Dante cut him off and explained. "They're basically a specific type of currency. You get them from killing demons because the orbs are their crystallized blood. Here."

Dante held out his hand and a red stone in the shape of a screaming head appeared. Jaune looked at it in awe, amazed at it. He willed it away and went back to his explanation.

"So yeah. One Entrance Orb to the Void costs 10,000,000 Red Orbs! It's crazy expensive, and you need to find a Divinity Statue to even get it."

The Arcs winced at the amount and hissed. Although Jaune was a bit confused what the Divinity Statue was.

"I'll explain it some other time, kid." said Dante. He stood up from his chair and made a declaration. "So, anyone up for some sundaes? There's a store just across the street that has some great deals. I'm buying."

Pyrrha ran down the stairs and went into the living room to grab her stuff. Her mother walked in, surprised at her daughter's speed.

"What's the problem, dear? You seem to be in a hurry."

"Oh! Mom! I'm just grabbing some stuff for me and Jaune to play with."

Rosia lightly frowned. "I'm sorry, honey. But Jaune's not at home. His mother passed by the bakery earlier. She said they were going to visit her brother in-law."

Pyrrha's shoulder sagged as she sighed in disappointment. "Oh…"

The mother smiled and placed a hand over her shoulder. "Don't be sad, dearie. There's always another day. For now, why don't you go upstairs and try out that little website your school sent you?"

At this, Pyrrha's eyes lit up in remembrance. "Ah! That's right, the pen pal project!" She planted a quick kiss to her mother's cheek and ran back up to her room. "Thanks, mom!"

Pyrrha quickly booted up her computer and brought up her RemMail account. She browsed through her inbox and clicked on the link sent by her school. It was a website for pen pals. Mistral had made contact with an isolated island somewhere far off Remnant, and the school decided that the kids should try to talk with the children there as a sort of project, and to also exchange cultures.

She scrolled down the many lists of names, skimming through each of their listed interests and dislikes. It wasn't long until Pyrrha stopped to an entry of a girl who was about the same age as her, and even having the same hair color and style.

"Kyrie, huh?"

Pyrrha contemplated for a moment before making her decision. She took hold of the mouse and clicked, opening up another tab for her to write in her message.