A/N: Before we continue I'd like to say that after finally getting back to this story and doing my revisions and posting new content towards the end of last year real life happened and writing took a backseat and RWBY canon marched on and pretty much gunned down a lot of what I had planned for this version of the story (I've also not seen episode 12 yet but I'm sure will continue the trend set by volume 5).

A lot of these next four chapters were rough drafts around the time of episode 4/5 and whilst I've worked in details revealed since then I decided to just pursue my plan instead of adjusting things again to account for new information revealed in volume 5. It'll be obvious where and when I adhere to information given in volume 5 and where I don't. So saddle in ladies in gentlemen we're going off the rails and into the unknown with this alternate universe.

Also new title, which I will one day explain, but not today, yay! Anyways, enough of me and on with the story.

The Heart of Winter

V – Anthem of Our Dying Day

Yang Xiao Long

Nothing.

After weeks of travel from Patch to the middle of Nowhere, Yang finally found the Branwen tribe camp. Deserted. It probably had been that way for some time. From the looks of things, they had left in a hurry. There wasn't a soul in sight inside the timber log walls of the camp.

Yang could only clench her fists tight as she wandered into the centre of the deserted camp, glaring at the slightly elevated platform where her mother's tent had no doubt once sat. Her father had told her where to find her mother, and that Raven's Semblance could send her to Qrow – to Ruby.

But here she was at the end of the road and there was nothing.

Even if it was metaphorical Yang could see the path to Ruby crumble away into dust before her eyes. What made it all the worse was no she had nothing to go off – the blonde now had no idea how to find anyone she was looking for whilst being stranded in the middle of Nowhere. Her only lead was up in smoke.

With no one around to see Yang let her own Semblance lose as she screamed in blind fury. She grabbed at whatever was nearby – an old abandoned crate, and threw it, smashing it to vent her rage - rage that had been building for some time. Just one crate wasn't enough to calm her, storming over to a huddling collection of other forgotten crates she let it out. Every ounce of her being screaming to smash, to break. It wouldn't do much in the long run, but in the moment it helped. A little.

As the last crate shattered with a loud thwack and then a crack the blonde took a deep breath as she tried to calm herself because even over the sound of her own screams she could hear the crackle of her burning hair. She didn't need to see her eyes to know they were a bloody red. She needed to get herself under control before the local Grimm came to see her one-woman demolition act.

All this way, and for nothing! She seethed. First the fight with Mercury that had made her look like a monster, and her teammates doubting her, Blake doubting her. Then the attack on Beacon, Adam, her team scattering, and now this. Yang cursed herself, realising her left hand had gone to clutch the place where prosthetic met flesh as she shook; whether it was because of rage or something else the brawler didn't want to know. Didn't want to admit.

Speaking of arms though, Yang blinked as she spotted another prosthetic arm lying on the ground not too far away. Half buried under the remains of one of the broken crates which Yang had smashed. She'd have ignored it, if not for the strange blinking light coming from it.

Looking around in case this was some sort of trap, Yang made sure the area was clear before she moved over to the arm and squatted down to pick it up. It took a moment to brush aside the splintered wood of the destroyed crate, picking up an old backpack and leather coat as well. Tilting her head, she realised the coat was too large for her and tossed it aside with the bag. She could dig through it later.

Admittedly, Yang wasn't the gearhead that Ruby was, but she could tell this was an entirely different kind of prosthetic to her own when she eventually retrieved the arm. Whilst her own arm was steal plating, and wires and bolts the arm she held felt like some sort of layer synthetic skin and carbon fibre plating with minimal amounts of steel. Holding it to the light, Yang could see some of the arm's inner workings as she turned it over and flipped open a latch on the forearm – dust regulators and almost four times the amount nerves receptors that were in Yang's own arm. Plus a strange blinking beacon welded into the inside.

Whistling she flipped the latch closed again before checking where the arm connected to flesh. The shoulder; which meant extensive work had been done to properly attach this and make sure all the nerve receptors worked properly. Tracing her fingers along the forearm Yang just about dropped the thing when the fingers gave a twitch. Damn the thing still works, the blonde thought in awe.

Just who the hell had built this? It certainly wasn't military. This thing must've cost at least three times the amount as Yang's arm to produce because whilst Yang's new arm was meant to help her fight and function again this kind of arm had been built to take the place of flesh like nothing had happened. If the skin wasn't so clearly synthetic and the obvious plating in places it might pace for the real thing.

This must be experimental, the brawler said as she gave the arm another once over. It was a left arm, which sucked, it was also made for someone taller and broader than her if she had to guess. Still, if she held onto the arm and took it to the right person.

Yang's wondering thoughts jumped ship when she heard footsteps behind her and the jangle of spurs. They stopped a few feet away, allowing Yang to look over her shoulder and see who had just walked into the camp.

Lilac eyes narrowed as Yang stood up and turned around.

There before her was an older woman, probably in her thirties, dressed like she was straight out of a Spruce Willis western. She had it all from the tanned pants and leather chaps and spurred boots to the sleeves shirt worn beneath a sky-blue and white poncho that hung off to the right, falling to the side like a cape. A bandolier was slung over her left shoulder, loaded with green dust based shotgun shells that were probably meant for the sword-gun that slept in its sheath on her left hip. A combination between an old Mistralian longsword and a sawed-off, double barrel shotgun.

Even with her Aura Yang wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of a point-blank shot. She didn't want to take the chance this woman would give her a choice. Instinctively her feet parted and she squared her shoulders properly, ready to defend herself.

"I ain't lookin' for a fight, Blondie." The woman said before reaching up to pull down the poncho collar that covered much of her face as a gesture of goodwill, before holding her hands up after pushing the brim of her tanned coloured Josey Wales out of her face.

Yang eventually mimicked the gesture of raising her arms.

Even if she had no idea who this woman was, she was older and clearly a veteran of the system and might have answers as to where Raven and the tribe had gone. Not the kind of person Yang was looking to pick a fight with if she could avoid it – especially when she'd foolishly left her new gauntlets with Bumblebee. A fight was the last thing she'd expected with how deserted the place had been on her arrival.

"So…" Yang started, letting her arms drop when it became clear neither woman wanted to move, "just who are you, Cowgirl?" Yang demanded as she folded her arms over her chest, settling for a weak glare over the tops of her aviators.

"Sora Hart," the woman said in reply, keeping her cool, "I'm a Huntress from Mistral and I'm looking for a friend of mine. His name is Rowan Lupus and I want you to tell me what you know about where he is."

"What makes you think I know anything?"

"Well," Sora said, rather bluntly, pointing with her right hand, whilst both her arms were covered in tattoos could see the faint sheen of scales running up and down her arms, a reptilian Faunus then, "you're holding his arm there."

Yang blinked, looking down to see she was indeed still holding onto the prosthetic arm. Not really in the mood to play games the blonde just confessed to what she knew, tossing the arm to Sora with little care.

Sora took a step forward to catch the prosthetic, giving it a quick look as though trying to see if someone had tampered with it. "Well shit," she swore before sighing. The Mistralian Huntress set the arm aside on top of one of the few crates Yang hadn't smashed before turning to leave.

"Oi," Yang shouted after her, following the blue haired woman, "just what are you doing out here anyway?"

"As I said, Blondie," Sora looked over her shoulder with a bored look, "I'm looking for my friend. He was sent on a mission by Professor Lionheart some months ago and failed to report in for his last check-in so I was sent to find him."

"What kind of mission would bring him out here?"

"Don't know, don't care." Sora shook her head, "All I know is that Professor Lionheart considered it a mission of great importance but something has gone wrong and now I gotta report back and tell him that I didn't find Rowan. I did find a –"

"–Yang Xiao Long–"

"–Instead, though. Don't suppose you've got any medical training, do ya?"

"What?" Today had certainly been a strange day and it was only bound to get stranger it seemed. Of the members of RWBY only Weiss had paid much attention during Professor Peach's lectures on first aid and medical care.

"I've been in the area for a few days," Sora said as she turned back to face Yang properly, pulling out a flask as she did so, "in that time I ain't seen no one else until the day before yesterday. One of them fancy Atlesian cargo ships came crashing down after thinking it could outrun the local Lancers. It crashed not too far from here. The pilot was killed in the crash but the only other person on the ship survived with some injuries. They're beyond what I can treat and I don't want to move the little lady as it might worsen her condition."

Yang could only scowl when Sora opened the flask and took a long drink. She was used to seeing Qrow do the same but this woman was out on a mission and still drinking bothered her somewhat Maybe the poor girl would've been better off if she wasn't being treated by someone knocking back booze so freely.

"Don't give me that look," Sora snorted, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before stowing her flask, "how about you try surviving ten years as a Huntress without succumbing to the bottle. Then you can judge me."

"You said a girl survived the crash, right?" Yang said after a moment, deciding not to peruse that conversation further. Sora just nodded, jerking in the direction of the woods before turning on her heel.

"Camps this way, Blondie," so Sora left and Yang had no choice but to follow for now. There really was no other option; she could loiter around like Sora had been doing but it didn't look that had worked for the other woman. Maybe, just maybe this woman had run into Ruby in her travels. If nothing else Sora could help her get to Haven frome here as Ruby's letter said that was where she was headed. Yang was confident that Ruby would make it to Mistral. She had to be now that It was the only kind of lead she had.

Besides, maybe Yang could help the crash survivor. All she had to do was try and remember all that stuff Weiss had made her sit down and study that one time. Easy enough, right?

Lie Ren

Ren couldn't even muster a scream as he was slammed into the ground by the Nuckelavee. The Grimm had been utterly unfazed by anything he and Nora had thrown at it so far. Nora's dust grenades had slowed it down for a while, but overall the mythical Grimm had kept toying with them.

A few feet behind him, Nora was trying to pull herself out of the side of a wall the Nuckelavee had thrown her into. Her aura gave a slight crackle before it buzzed briefly but held out. Given Nora's condition, it wouldn't survive another hit. His own Aura was already gone. It might've still been active had he not been hit by the bolt of white lighting. The same bolt had somehow scrambled his Semblance which left him with StromFlower at his side and they hadn't exactly had ammo to spare before this battle and getting into melee with the Grimm without his Aura was suicide.

If Jaune and Ruby had been with them then maybe they could've at least fought off the Nuckelavee. He'd noticed how the two halves of the Grimm could not move in tandem together but when it was only he and Nora the impossible reach of the Nuckelavee's arms was as all it needed to deal with them.

There must be something I'm missing, Ren thought as he did his best to run around the creature's flank, firing off what ammo he could spare to draw its attention away from Nora. She might have Aura left but she'd also take much harder hits and the Nuckelavee seemed to sense blood in the water because it ignored him, its rider slumping as the horse walked forward ominously. Slow. Deliberate. Mocking his inability to do anything.

No. Throwing caution to the wind, Ren threw himself towards the Grimm with reckless abandon in hopes of drawing its focus. But his charge was meet with a hove to the chest. Thankfully the hit wasn't nearly as hard as it should've been. If the Grimm had wanted to it could have caved his chest in with a strong kick. It wanted him to watch what was about to happen.

And that was all Ren could do.

He was on his arms and knees, hacking for air as everything burned. It took what little strength he had to look up and see the Nuckelavee stand over the now free Nora, the rider rising once more. He could only stare in horror, unable to call out to Nora as she scrambled for Magnhild as the rider's head did a full hundred and eighty to look at him, it horrible mouth pulling up into a dark mockery of a smile before it turned back to his partner.

"Bring it, Chuckles." Nora hissed in defiance as she glared up at the Grimm, now gripping her weapon in its hammer mode. The Grimm just let out a shrieking cry before it lifted both arms into the sky then brought them down on Nora.

Yet, somehow, it the last possible second a newcomer appeared and crashed into Nora, knocking out of the path of the Grimm's attack as the raised a glimmering, circular shield of white, gold and green to block the attack. Armoured in smooth, interlocking and layered white plate armour with green accents and matching skin-tight bodysuit. A white and gold helm with small, elk-like antlers and narrow, glowing green eyes and a short green tassel sticking out of the back. Then Ren saw it a moment later, the knight's right pauldron bore the emblem of Vale. A Knight of the Veil. Ren thought as the world seemed to stand still.

Help.

A stroke of luck at long last.

The Nuckelavee let the rider's head tilt curiously, demonic grin dropping at this sudden twist. But its shriek of rage was met with a cry from the knight – whatever they said was drowned out but the sudden whirl of a projectile that crashed into the Nuckelavee's flank from on high.

The flash of red hit the Grimm so quickly Ren almost missed it. He didn't miss the Grimm being knocked off balance as the projectile expanded before imploding in a loud thrum that almost deafened him as the winds suddenly blew and rubble and dust were whisked into the air as the ground cracked and a crater was left were the Nuckelavee had once been.

For all the flash and pomp neither half of the Grimm seemed too heavily affected by the blast as it regained its balance some ways off. Smoke fell of it, old armaments melting into its hide, burning white hot and the riders masked was cracked but the damage seemed superficial at best.

Just what is this Grimm made of…? Ren cursed as the Nuckelavee screamed in what seemed to by rage.

"I think you only made it angrier, Major." The knight, in an unmistakably feminine voice, who saved Nora said into the air as they stood over the redheaded girl, shield up and a long lance in hand, gold and white with several green dust veins running below the surface that shone brightly in the poor light.

The response must've come over some sort of short-range radio because Ren didn't hear it but the knight nodded along to unheard words. As the rider shifted, arms rising to attack once more the knight took off into a sprint as she charged the Grimm head on. The woman showed no hint of fear, deflecting the Grimm's attack upwards with her shield as used her lance to attack the Nuckelavee. Against any other Grimm the weapon might help keep enemies at bay but the snaking arms of the rider kept the knight on the defensive as she spent most of her time blocking attacks.

Her own attacks seemed fairly ineffective as the reach of the Nuckelavee let it knock away the lance any time it came close. Ren could not understand why anyone would choose a lance as their weapon of choice until he realised that the weapon was building up a charge. After the knight sidestepped a particularly nasty attack that left a small crater in the ground, she threw her shield like a killer frisbee that actually collided with the rider's face, causing it to recoil as it shrieked, hands retracting to clutch its mask.

Taking the opening the female knight thrust her lance forward in a mighty push that sent a hurricane created by green dust whirling forward. The whirlwind tore into the Grimm with a hiss as it tore up just about everything in its path, Ren could even fell it tug on him from across the square. The great tree groaned as it lurched, partially coming up at the roots as the Nuckelavee went crashing through the wall around the square and found itself pinned against one of the larger buildings surrounding it.

"Anytime, Major!" The woman shouted from across the square as sprinted to recover her wayward shield as the Nuckelavee recovered from the blast.

"Ren!" Nora skidded to a stop next to him, embracing him before she turned to look as their saviour scoped up her shield. "Were actually being rescued by Knights of the Veil!" Once more the female knight was ready to stand before the Grimm, but even with the distance between them, Ren could see the knight was breathing heavily, her knees shaking from having had to hold of the Nuckelavee alone for even a brief moment.

"I'd hold off on the celebration until the Grimm is dealt with, kid." The second knight said as he came running up behind them. This Knight of the Veil was nothing short of a giant, dressed in similarly sleek plate armour designed to help the user move as much as possible with a dark red undersuit, one of his pauldrons marked with the flag of Vale. The knight looked down at them, for a moment, examining them both from behind the glowing red visor of their lion-like helm. Across their back was a sheathed buster blade that gave a loud buzz that clearly meant something. "Finally recharged." the knight muttered.

Ren could only look at Nora in confusion as the knight stepped away from them, jogging to a place where he stood directly in the path of the Nuckelavee.

"Let's see you eat two blasts from Durandal," the second knight hissed as he unsheathed the sword which must've been as large as he was. With a hiss, the blade split down the middle and transformed into a huge crossbow that hummed to life. A ball of concentrated red light whirled to life as the knight raised the weapon and took aim. "Sargent, move!"

"Sir!" the female knight threw herself to the side as the male knight shot another blast of whatever it was from the buster sword turned gigantic crossbow.

It hit the Nuckelavee head-on, throwing it back and off its hooves. It crashed into a tall building behind it, the entire thing came crashing down on top of the Grimm as it shrieked in fury before the wreckage light up like a giant bonfire around it. It took a moment but eventually, the screams died down as the fire began to spread to nearby buildings.

But the Nuckelavee would not let itself die so easily. It rose out of the rubble a second later, still surrounded by the flames as the distant rumble of thunder echoed and lightning flashed. The rain came without further warning but the fire continued to spread through Kuroyuri and the Grimm gave a deafening scream and Ren could only clutch tighter to Nora for a moment. Seeing the monster from his nightmares realised once more amidst fire and smoke he knew nothing but seething rage as he was suddenly back there, all those years ago when he was just a child and his blood boiled.

He would never forget the sight of the Grimm standing in the flames like it was nothing. Breathing heavily, he forced himself to stand, grabbing wildly for StromFlower as all thought of getting out and finding Jaune, Ruby and Qrow disappeared. Even if the thing was still alive, in whatever way the word applied to Grimm, Ren could see it was damaged - burned and hide cracked and the lower jaw of the steed at an odd angle and partially missing. The rider was left with one horn and a partial void where its mask had been destroyed apart from the burning glare of a floating eye.

"Why won't you just die!?" The Nuckelavee was oddly silent. It seemed the sudden rain had cleared the Grimm's mind whilst it had clouded Ren's. Taking one long look at the humans before it, the rider slumped forward and the dark steed turned and walked away as its above normal intelligence told it this was not a fight worth dying over. "No." Ren hissed. "No! Get back here." He ignored Nora's cry for him to stop.

"Stop!" Ren's charge after the retreating Grimm was halted when the female knight grabbed him but the upper arm, holding him back with surprising strength. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"It's injured," Ren shouted at the woman, "if we got after it now we can kill it!" Any other time Ren would be ashamed of himself for losing control when there was so much more at stake here than petty vengeance. Earlier, even though he'd be confronted by the monster that had destroyed his home the encounter with the bandits had kept his head clear, Ruby and Jaune were far more important than the Nuckelavee. But then the fires had started and he was an angry child - a child whose parents had been murdered by a beast but this time he had the power to kill it in return.

Whilst he and Nora hadn't been enough on there own these knights had crippled the Grimm for him. If it was running then it was on the edge. If he could catch it he could kill it.

"At what cost!?" The white and green knight snapped, "You think we can just let some kid run after that thing? Crippled or not that is no ordinary Grimm." Ren just shrugged her off before moving to resume his chase.

"Sargent, shut him down before he gets everyone killed! We have to get out of this town before the fires trap us."

"Urgh..." the female knight groaned behind him. "Sorry about this," she said as she grabbed him by the shoulder spinning him around. The last thing Ren recalled from that moment was Nora calling his name as the clouds above flashed with lighting and a gauntleted fist smashing into his face.

Yang Xiao Long

She'd never thought herself a paranoid person (then Beacon had fallen and she'd lost an arm), but a part of Yang was starting to think Sora was leading her on.

Whilst Sora had wanted to lead her off into unfamiliar woods, she'd watched Yang pointedly whilst she'd gone to fetch some supplies from Bumblebee. The only time she stopped was to take another drink from her flask of sake.

Yang had grabbed what she might need to treat any basic injuries given it was all she could treat (thank her father for being so paranoid about an injury that she'd probably cover most about anything with her supplies) and opened the case which contained the newly minted gauntlets of Celica Phoenix. The Ember Celica gauntlets had retracted into bracelets on her wrists when not in use whilst the Celica Phoenix gauntlets were fairly similar there were braces that connected to elbow pads that would allow the gauntlet to spread further up her arm and offer more protection and little thimbles for her fingers for similar intent. The gauntlets also came with numerous other features, some of which she'd still been working on when she'd left to find Ruby and had yet to finish. The new gauntlets weren't even painted yet.

Whilst putting on the right gauntlet and making sure it was secure took no time at all it'd taken her longer to fully equip the left one. Fine motor control was something she and her new hand were still working on. Whilst Sora had never once looked away from what she was doing the older Huntress never spoke as Yang struggled. The blonde did catch her smirking briefly at one point during her struggles which caused her hair to flicker. But fighting Sora wasn't high on her priority list unless the other woman was leading her into a trap.

Once she finally got the second gauntlet fitted correctly she'd thrown her duffle bag over her shoulder and trudged over to join Sora. Whilst she was rather reluctant to leave Bumblebee behind the tree line wasn't exactly an inviting place to take her beloved bike. She'd back before the day was out unless something went wrong though, and it wasn't like there was anyone around to steal Bumblebee.

Sora had just eyed her with faintly masked amusement before turning to lead the way without a word and they must've been a good ten minutes into the walk before Yang finally grew frustrated: "You said you'd been out here for a while, right?" Sora nodded. "You haven't happened to run into anyone with silver-eyes?"

"Silver-eyes?" Sora looked back over her shoulder, her interest poorly hidden even with her poncho collar covering much of her face again.

"Yeah," Yang was slow to reply, unsure how much to give away after that reaction, "about yay tall, maybe a little taller," Yang held up a hand to show Ruby's height, "has black hair with red highlights. Likes to wear clothes that match. Has a red cloak that makes her hard to miss. Runs really fast."

"Can't say it rings a bell," Sora turned away again, "would defiantly remember if I ran into someone with silver-eyes. Not exactly something you see every day." Okay, the older Huntress knew something Yang didn't. Maybe she was being led into a trap. "You never actually told me why you were out here yourself, Blondie."

"I'm looking for my birth mother."

"At Branwen's bandit camp?" Yang chose to nod, but not add anything further. From the looks of it, the last thing she wanted to admit to was being Raven's daughter. "Wouldn't have pegged you as a bandit cast off." Whilst there was no malice in the statement, Yang couldn't help but clench her fists in anger. Sora wasn't a woman of social tact and if circumstances had been different a Yang of a bygone day might have enjoyed exchanging barbs with her. Now she was just left frustrated.

So, it was that silence returned until they stumbled into the small clearing where Sora's camp was set-up some minutes later. If Yang wasn't so distracted she'd give Sora some credit for hiding her camp so well but in that moment, all that mattered was the injured survivor of the crash.

"Weiss!" Out of the corner of her eye, Yang saw Sora's expression twist to one of shock at the name. It seemed Sora knew enough of the Schnee's to recognise one of their names but not their faces.

Dropping her duffle, Yang dropped to her knees to examine her teammate. Weiss, always clean and proper was caked in dirt and dried blood that Yang really hoped had belonged to someone else. There was some nasty bruising and her left leg looked swollen but not broken – it very well might have been but Weiss' Aura had fixed that much. What worried Yang was the obvious tear on the right side of Weiss' dress. It was wrapped in dirty, bloody bandages and when Yang peeled them back she found them to be hiding a stray piece of shrapnel, nothing too large but it had wedge itself tightly into the white-haired girl's right side just below her breast. Judging by the horrid looking puss and the blackening of the veins around the area the wound was badly infected.

Shit, Yang sword to herself. Whilst Aura had been known to heal many lesser physical injuries in time, even helping with broken bones, it wasn't a catch-all cure for diseases. People still got sick and Aura did nothing. Why nobody knew but it was one of the things that reminded Yang that Hunters weren't invincible. When it came to falling sick they were as vulnerable as anyone else.

She needed to get this thing out of Weiss before the infection could worsen into something that might very well kill her.

"Why didn't you take this out!" Yang looked over her shoulder, gesturing to the piece of shrapnel.

"I didn't have any way to cauterise the wound with," Sora replied coolly. "I could have taken it out but she'd have bled to death or an infection would have already killed her. I don't even have anything to fight of infections with me as I wasn't expecting something like this happen. The fact I had basic bandages in the first place is something."

"So, what? You'd have just laid down and died if you got injured?"

"Out here in Nowhere you live or die," Sora shrugged one shoulder, "survival of the fittest and all that junk. Besides, bandits are far below my pay grade; I wasn't expecting a life-threatening mission here." This woman was really starting to try her patience as she downed another more of her sake.

Well, at least she could take out the shrapnel and use her Semblance to cauterise the wound and wrap it in fresh bandages. She had some basic antibiotics which Weiss would come around long enough for her to take them on her own - hopefully.

Looking up, Yang jerked head; "Come over here and hold down her shoulders whilst I pull out the shrapnel." Sora gave no argument, dropping to her knees with Weiss' head between her legs as she leaned forward. The blonde brawler took a moment as Weiss squirmed at the contact. "Hey, it's me, Princess. It's Yang. This might string, but I know you can tough this out."

Weiss squirmed again, not registering the sound of her voice. Knowing it wasn't much, Yang slipped a hand into one of Weiss', offering it a quick squeeze of comfort. It seemed to calm the injured heiress. Seeing the white-haired girl still, Yang moved to squat between her legs, letting her legs pin down the heiress own – the last thing she wanted was for her to start spasming when she pulled out the shrapnel.

"Sorry, Weiss but this one is going to sting…" Yang repeated but without further delay she looked up at Sora as she clasped the metal, nodding she looked back and pulled hard as Weiss awoke with a wild scream and everything went white.

Song: Anthem of Our Dying Day as performed by Stroy of the Year