Setting: Underland Courtyard

The beautiful courtyard that resided in the center of the manor was filled with an array of beautiful flowers. Flowers native to Atlas and other species that could be found all over Remnant. It was the pride of the Underland family and a famed location to many higher-ups in Atlas. The courtyard had many other things to offer including cobblestone paths to traverse through the large yard, a training area located on one side where people could exercise and train to their leisure, and in the center of the courtyard was a decorative fountain where people could sit and enjoy the scenery. It was a beautiful, serene place found in an insane home.

Sitting on the side of the fountain were two members of the Underland family; Bluebell and Marigold. Bluebell, always carrying one of his hookahs around the manor, shared it with the only other member of the family that enjoyed it. Marigold used the hose and mouthpiece Bluebell brought for him and inhaled the exotic cannabis Bluebell concocted. He blew out a red vapor and had a satisfied look on his face. Bluebell watched his cousin enjoy his share with a smile on his face.

"Tell me, how is it?" Bluebell asked with a knowing expression.

"It's gooood. Real good. Your newest strain?" Marigold asked in a mellow tone.

"Yup. It's going to be my new brand. I'm having it go on the market in the next shipment. People in Atlas and the other settlements are sure to enjoy this, curtesy of Dreamer," Bluebell said before inhaling some of his new strain for his own enjoyment.

"Everyone knows Atlas is the most stuck up kingdom in all of Remnant. Dreamer is doing them a great service. Wouldn't you agree?" Marigold joked.

"The thousands of Lien that comes in answers that question. But enough of me making money. The show is going to start soon," Bluebell said as he pointed to the training area.

The training area was occupied by the usual duo that was Violet and Zinnia Underland. Violet has adapted to the new rules given to her by her father, allowing her to roam the manor under Zinnia's supervision. She capitalized on this and spends most of her time here in the training area where she practiced combat moves to stay in fighting form. After a few days of recovery, Violet's injured, bruised body began healing on its own. Right now, Violet was using a pair of daggers against a couple of training dummies. She cut and stabbed into two dummies then she threw one of the daggers into the head of the third one. Zinnia did her job and kept a watchful eye on her cousin just in case she tried to escape even if it wasn't likely. She also had Marigold and Bluebell in her sights because of caution.

"When will the entertainment be here?" Bluebell asked while waving at Zinnia and inhaling more cannabis from his hookah.

"Soon. I hope Alyssa likes it," Marigold answered. "I hope Alyssa likes her early birthday present."

Violet ended her third training bout by fiercely stabbing into one of the dummies with both daggers and leaving them in there. She walked over to the shelf against the courtyard wall where she left her bottle of water and sweat rag. Violet reached for the water bottle until she felt a presence in the courtyard. It was unfamiliar, close by, and it had a killing intent.

Just on instinct, Violet sidestepped out of the way and three knives came out of nowhere and landed in the wall where Violet was standing a few seconds ago. Violet turned to see someone outside the training area, but in the open field before her was an unknown assailant wrapped in black clothing and wearing a mask. The only noticeable feature was the person's belt filled with knives. Violet knew in that moment that this person was a hired assassin.

Zinnia reacted quickly by shooting out her whip blade to attack the assailant, but the person jumped in the air to get avoid her blade. Violet pulled the three knives from the wall and it reminded her of her Enigmas as well as how much she missed holding them in her hands. Zinnia raised her blade up and it reached the assailant with ease and it wrapped around their body, restraining the person as they fell to the ground.

"That was boring," Bluebell commented with a bored expression while having his hookah piece in his mouth.

"Zinnia's interference is to be expected. Tarax wouldn't let his prize be alone with us around. However, this is only intermission. There's still another act," Marigold said with confidence.

Zinnia had the assailant wrapped around her weapon and she was ready to interrogate the person, but someone else rushed into the battle, someone emerged from shadows. Another assailant dressed the same as the first one and equipped with the same weapons. They drew their daggers and ran toward Zinnia's blindside, preparing to kill her to free their partner so they could kill Violet together. Zinnia was aware of the sneak attack and was ready to parry with the secondary weapon on her wrist, but she didn't need to.

Violet dashed toward the two and stood between Zinnia and the assassin. She parried the attack with one of the daggers in her hand. The assassin grabbed a second dagger from their belt and planned to cut Violet's throat, but she responded by blocking the attack with the second dagger. They were at a standstill though Violet's slightly bruised body was beginning to wane until Zinnia interfered. She moved to the assailant's side and used the mechanical device on her right arm. The device shot outa small blade that Zinnia used to slash the assassin's side, causing the person to lose their grip on their stance as well as the tug-of-war against Violet who capitalized on this and slashed the assassin across the chest.

The assassin backed away in pain, giving Violet and Zinnia a few seconds to acknowledge a few things. Zinnia's wrist blade had blood on it, showing the assassin didn't use aura, and Violet realized the dagger used by the assassins were coated in poison. The assassin began mumbling nonsense before falling to the ground, killed by their own poison blade. The tied-up assassin remained silent as their partner died.

It wasn't hard for the female Underlands to guess why these two tried to kill Violet. They looked over at Bluebell and Marigold. The two male Underlands feigned ignorance with Bluebell putting all his concentration on his hookah and Marigold playing some kind of game on his scroll. Zinnia ignored them and summoned some of the castle guard to get rid of the dead body then ordered some of the staff to clean the blood out of the courtyard. The assassin she had tied up was bestowed the fate of all failed assassins; imprisonment in the Underland dungeon where they decay and rot. She escorted the prisoner to the dungeon and Violet had to follow, not before having Violet discard the poisoned knives. Keeping Violet from escaping was also part of her job.

"Well that was still boring, and ended too quickly," Bluebell told Marigold.

"Very true, but it doesn't mean this endeavor won't be fun. Zinnia being Alyssa's guard dog makes this even more challenging. A reward is more satisfying after going through a great deal to retrieve it," Marigold informed before getting up to leave the courtyard.

"Till next time, Bluebell. Perhaps Dahlia will have a better chance than we did."

"Somehow, I doubt that," Bluebell guessed.

Setting: Underland Dungeon

The Manor was indeed a massive mansion, but the underground levels only added to its structural size. There were several special areas found beneath the mansion, most being odd and some being extremely ridiculous, including the dungeon where prisoners were kept. Zinnia escorted Violet and the assassin down to the dungeon where the latter would spend the remainder of their time. While the assassin silently looked around in fear, Violet looked around in astonishment. This was actually the first time Violet has ever been down here. In fact, she never knew this place existed until now. It could've been here all this time and she never noticed or be a recent addition the manor.

The dungeon was like the ones read fairy tales; a stone cell with chains and iron bars. It was simple yet effective. Zinnia threw the assassin into the cell where there were other captives. Violet knew them all. They were the other assassins and hitmen her family sent to eliminate her only to fail. She wasn't surprised by this tactic, though the back to back attacks were getting on her nerves. Violet was able to fend them all off and it helped that Zinnia was her guardian sent them all away. Zinnia did the same with the recent assassin and the two of them returned to the ground level of the manor.

"It's almost sad to say this, but I'm…. actually, getting used to this lifestyle," Violet thought with a slightly grief-stricken expression.

Setting: Underland Manor

She trailed behind Zinnia as they walked through a hallway. Violet wanted to return to the courtyard to resume training, but Zinnia received word from Tarax. He wanted Violet in his study, so Zinnia is escorting her younger cousin to her uncle. The walk wasn't worth talking about until something annoyingly loud approached the Underland duo.

"AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH!" Dahlia Underland came rushing down the end of the hall while carrying a battle axe over her head.

Dahlia wasn't like Marigold and Bluebell who preferred to hire assassins to do their dirty work. The red head Underland liked to confront her problems head on and by herself which wasn't always a good thing, especially when her problem was Violet.

"ALYSSSAAAAA! The throne is mi-" Dahlia shouted, but Violet quickly punched her cousin in the face before she could swing her axe.

Dahlia fell to the ground, unconscious, and the other two Underlands continued their walk to Tarax's study room, completely ignoring what just happened. Dahlia was family so she didn't get dungeon time and Violet saw no reason to kill her cousin. Her attempts at being head of the family were very childish and harmless. She was just like Linnaea and Linnaeus, not really a candidate for the throne.

When Zinnia and Violet turned the corner, they encountered Dahlia's sister, Aster Underland, another one vying for the throne. The mysterious Underland looked at the duo then asked, "You've encountered my sister?"

"Yeah," Violet responded.

"I'll go collect her," Aster said as she walked to where her sister laid unconscious.

She passed Zinnia and Violet in the hallway and Aster's Clairvoyance suddenly activated the moment she crossed paths with Violet. She saw a glimpse of the future and announced what she saw.

"Alyssa, I just had a vision. Soon you'll feel very happy for the remainder of the day," Aster prophesied.

"…Okay," Violet didn't know what else to say. She didn't see how her day would end on a happy not. On the other hand, she never guessed she would battle the majority of the castle guard, so she had to wait and see if Clair's vision comes true. Aster walked away after revealing what her semblance showed her and Violet wondered about her. She followed Zinnia to down the hallway, thinking about Aster and her mysterious way.

"Zinnia."

"Yes, Aylssa?" Zinnia responded with no disdain in her voice.

"Is it true that all of Aster's visions come true?"

"So far Aster's Clairvoyance has been incredibly accurate. I don't believe I've witnessed an event she hadn't got right. Her semblance is one of the more unique ones, after all."

"Including this one, her semblance has activated twice with me in mind. Has she ever had visions for you?"

"Several times and they've come true. One that has yet to happen was one she told me last month: I'll leave Atlas for a greater calling. I hope it comes true, but that's enough about me. We're here."

Setting: Tarax's Study

They finally reached the door to Tarax's study room. The discussion about Aster came to an end. Zinnia opened the door for Violet to go through and the Underland heiress went through. The door closed behind her as she and her father shared an uncomfortable stare before breaking it. Violet sat in her seat, waiting to hear what her father wanted. She had a couple of good guesses what he wanted.

"Alyssa, we will be hosting a dinner party with one of your potential spouses and his family very shortly," Tarax stated.

"Yep, I knew it," she thought.

"A dress will be placed in your room as well as a wig to cover your…ahem current hair situation. Unfortunately, the scars of your past life can't be hidden, especially the one on your face, but I'm sure they'll be overlooked once you're in the dress. And think this goes without saying but be on your best behavior. We want to attract this person not scare him away. Is that understood?" the withered old man asked.

"Fine," Violet replied while rolling her eyes.

This was the third dinner her father initiated to find a potential spouse to help solidify the Underland family and get more money. Violet was able to ignore the first person's advances and she scared the other one away with stories about how she broke an enemy's bones and snapped limbs in ways they shouldn't bend or face. It was actually fun rejecting suitors and she wondered how she would scare this one. Violet also wondered if this was the thing that'll make her happy throughout the day.

"Is that it? Can I go?" Violet asked her father.

"Yes, that is all. Till dinner time, Aylssa," Tarax said, returning his attention to his desk work.

Violet left the room and walked to her hallway. Zinnia followed after her to fulfill her duty to Tarax.

Setting: Underland Manor

Violet pinched the bridge of her nose out of frustration. This day in particular has been pressing her patience and it hasn't let up once. Even now it was one thing after another. Violet watched as Zinnia battled another hitman that one of the Underlands hired to kill Violet. The battle took place in the main foyer which was the room leading to many other rooms and hallways, including Violet's hallway.

"So close. I was so close to making it back in my room. I hate this so much," Violet thought. The insanity of her family was beginning to get to her.

The hitman was hit by Zinnia's whip blade when she shot it out and struck his chest, breaking through what remained of his aura. This hitman used an arsenal of short spears melded with various types of dust. He threw two at Zinnia who deflected them by cracking her whip blade at them, but those spears were infused with ice dust and they froze parts of her weapon on impact, causing it to fall to the ground completely useless. The hitman saw this as the best time to kill a nonchalant Violet. He had a spear with fire dust melded in and he was about to throw it at his target, but Zinnia used the mechanical weapon on her wrist to stop him. Instead of a blade coming out, the barrel of a gun came out of the wrist weapon. She fired a bolt of red dust gunfire at the spear, causing it to break apart then explode in a blast of fire, engulfing the hitman before he could notice.

The explosion cleared, showing the man was either burnt alive or knocked out with severe burns. Zinnia had to take this person to the dungeon, but Violet didn't want to go to the dungeon again.

"Just take him to the dungeon. My room's right there so you don't worry about me," Violet convinced her cousin.

Zinnia silently agreed and dragged the possibly dead hitman to the dungeon while Violet returned to her hallway and bedroom.

Setting: Violet's Bedroom

Violet stood at the door to her room, staring at the dress and blonde wig on her bed. It was the dress and wig Tarax wanted her to wear for dinner. It was an elegant purple dress with decorative floral print along with purple high heels. The wig was just a normal long blonde-haired wig to cover Violet's shaved head. There was a note on top of the dress and Violet read it.

Dear Aylssa,

I made this dress for you. I hope you like it. Also, don't worry about the dress not fitting. I took your measurements just by looking at you when we met in the dining hall. Yes, I'm that good.

Sincerely, Marigold Underland

She remembered Marigold saying he was a clothing designer and she guessed he did this by her father's request as well as his own amusement. Either way, Violet had to wear the dress for at least two hours and just deal with it. The dress was beautiful, but Violet has never been the type of girl to wear dresses. She knew at a very young age that dresses were not her thing. Even wearing a skirt was awkward for her because she felt like it left her vulnerable as well as ridiculous. Pants were her style and that's what she's always worn, but not tonight. Violet would have to stomach her dislike for the time or else she'd have to deal with her father later.

Violet changed into the dress and found that it fit her perfectly. She was impressed with Marigold's ability but her skin crawled thinking Marigold figured out her measurements just by looking at her. Wearing the dress was as she thought; uncomfortable.

Another thing she noticed about the dress was that it had no pockets. Violet only carried two things in her cardigan sweater pockets those were her scroll and Remus's bionic eye. Neither served much of a purpose except the eye held more emotional value. Looking at it reminded Violet of her team and her the old days when she was free. She placed the eye on her dresser and was about to do the same with her scroll until she noticed it doing something she hadn't seen in a while. Remus's blue delta symbol flashed on her screen and it surprised her tremendously.

Ebony removed all of Violet's contacts and disabled all of her scroll's functions, but this certain function was not in any other scroll because Dr. Lupa made it especially for her. This application couldn't be disabled because it was programmed to always function regardless of the scroll's condition. This function was to alert Violet whenever Remus's life was in danger, something Lupa used to use in her lab, but made a smaller portable one for Violet to keep an eye on Remus and keep him safe. At first glance, Violet was very shocked to see her scroll actually do something after about four weeks and it was even more of a shock to see this being activated because it meant one thing.

"Remus? He's alive?!" Violet said to herself in astonishment.

She was relieved, feeling a great weight was lifted off her chest. Violet had no idea what happened to anyone on her team after the destruction of Fortuna and it had been eating at her ever since. Seeing this signal was an amazing sign of comfort for Violet, even if it meant Remus's life was in peril. One of her teammates was alive and Violet couldn't be happier.

"You made it out of Fortuna okay. Thank goodness," Violet said while holding her scroll dearly. "If only this could tell me about Silver and Zelts."

"With the destruction of Fortuna, you don't really have anywhere else to go…"

Violet pressed the delta signal on her scroll so she could find Remus's location. The scroll displayed a map like a GPS and showed where Remus was located which was on the outskirts of Atlas. The amount of shock Violet would experience in such a short span of time would not cease. Her legs gave out and she fell on her bed, sitting on it while looking at her scroll with a wide eye expression. She took a few deep breaths before saying what she wanted to say.

"Remus...is here," she said to herself in disbelief.

"He's...he's really here. Are the others with him? They have to be with him. He wouldn't come here on his own, right? But why are they… They're here for me…"

Violet was overwhelmed with a flurry of emotions, but one that surpassed them all was happiness. She was extremely happy that her teammates, her friends, her boys were here in Atlas to find her. It meant she wouldn't have to be here with her family forever and that her friends truly loved her. They were willing to cross continents just to find her and Violet felt so moved by this. However, this brought up the question of what happened to Remus to hurt him so bad. She was this worry was washed away.

"He'll be alright. Remus is tougher than most people, and he's got Silver and Zelts to help him. They'll all be fine… Hehehe…looks like you were right, Aster. This will definitely make me happy for the rest of the day. It might even help me get through this stupid dinner,"

Violet placed her scroll on the dresser. She couldn't have it on her person during the dinner, but it wasn't important. Knowing her boys were alive and close by was all she needed. She put on the high heels, the blonde wig, and walked down to the dining hall where the guests and Tarax were waiting for her.

"Lady Alyssa?" Galanthus said to get her attention.

The rabbit butler encountered Violet in the hall just when he was on his way to get her then escort her to the dining hall. He was taken back by Violet going to dinner willingly. The two of them walked through the manor and reached the doors leading to the dining hall.

Setting: Dining Hall

Inside the hall was Tarax Underland. He sat in the middle of the long table to be the center of attention for his guest and family. The people at attendance were Aster, Marigold, and Dahlia as family and Linnaea and Linnaeus as body guards. The Underland twins served to keep things orderly and to subdue Violet if necessary. The guests of honor were an aristocratic father and his son whom Tarax viewed as a potential suitor for his daughter. They had better connections to many higher-ups in Atlas so Tarax wished to impress them over dinner.

The father was an old friend of Tarax so they were very familiar with each other. The son came along per Tarax's request. The head Underland disguised his true intentions as just a friendly dinner to improve the relationship between the two families and hoped to insert the notion of marriage later if the dinner went well. Marigold attended to show family unity but honestly came to see a good show. He drank from his cup of personally brewed tea and waited for Violet's arrival. Aster came because she actually liked family dinners. Dahlia came for two reasons; she thought this dinner was about her and because Aster attended. Dahlia didn't like the thought of her sister getting ahead of her in any way or getting more attention than her so she attended to prove she was the better sibling. Aster didn't care about Dahlia's childish rivalry or even noticed it.

The guests were seated, the food was placed on the table, and the family was here, all except Violet. That changed with the sound of the door opening which gained everyone's attention. The one who passed through was Galanthus who kept the door open for the person behind him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce Lord Tarax's daughter; Lady Alyssa Underland," Galanthus introduced before stepping aside.

Violet walked into the dining hall with a happy expression. She still had her teammates in mind and barely thought about the people at the table. She had a genuine smile on her face and it caught everyone's attention. Marigold was surprised his cousin was in such a good mood after the failed assassination attempts. He was curious what happened in such a short time to brighten her day. Dahlia was looking at Violet in anger, remembering how she lost to Violet so quickly and wanting payback. Aster was the only one who wasn't affected by Violet's demeanor because her semblance predicted it accurately. Tarax found it peculiar since she was always defying him so this was either a good thing or a bad thing. It was hard for him to know his daughter's true motives.

The guests were enamored by Violet's shining beauty, both the father and the son. The father didn't remember Tarax having a daughter but didn't question it. He preferred to just gaze upon her. The son was less discreet with his staring compared to his father. He gawked at Violet though she wasn't paying attention to him. She walked to her seat beside her father and across from her suitor then sat down. She grabbed her fork and knife and began eating merrily.

"I'm glad you could make it to dinner, Alyssa. Allow me to introduce my friend and his son… uh- Alyssa?" Tarax said to get his daughter's attention, but she was ignoring him.

Violet was in her own world at the dinner table. Her mind was filled with past moments of her friends and it helped her get through this dinner though it didn't last very long. Tarax strong armed his daughter under the table to snap her out of her wonderland and back to reality. She turned her head to her father and he kept a false smile while he faced his guests.

"I'm so sorry for her negligence. My daughter enjoys her world of fancies more than the reality," he said trying to sound more charming than apologetic.

"It's not a problem at all, old friend," the father said while keeping his eyes on Violet. "I believe a young woman with a vivid imagination is quite alluring and refreshing in Atlas."

"Indeed, and Alyssa here is certainly an alluring woman," the son added.

He was hoping to impress Violet with his words, but she only looked at him in annoyance. Violet's past experience in Atlas and her time in Vacuo has given her knack for telling what kind of person someone really is after a few moments with them and she has already figured out the father was a sleaze-ball and the son was an arrogant asshole. Plus, the son's compliment had the opposite effect on Violet and she found even more him off putting.

The dinner continued with Tarax conversing with his friend, the son talking about himself to Violet who did her best to ignore him, and Marigold watching with an amused look on his face. Aster and Dahlia were eating until Aster had a random vision from her semblance.

"Be careful sister. I had a vision of you choking on your food," Aster told Dahlia.

"HA!" Dahlia laughed with food in her mouth. "Please, something so stupid would never happen to-" Dahlia began to choke on the food in her mouth, proving her sister's semblance right.

Aster watched her sister struggle with a nonchalant look and Dahlia finally coughed the food out of her mouth. Marigold chuckled at his cousin's dilemma and he earned a glare from her. It was a dinner and a show for the manipulative Underland.

"This going exactly how I thought it would and I love it," Marigold said to himself.

Violet finished her dinner, but she wasn't allowed to leave. Dinner was over when her father said it was over and her father was too busy chatting with his guest to end dinner. Violet's suitor thought the dinner was going well and that he was effectively courting the defiant Underland. He was even bold enough to leave his seat across from her and sit beside her. This move irritated Violet because she found him unappealing, but the suitor thought Violet was infatuated with him. She did her best to hide her disgust, but the son was testing her patience and he pushed Violet over the line.

"You know, I can ask your father if we could be excused so we can have some alone time. We can get much more familiar and intimate with one another," he whispered into Violet's ear.

He placed his hand on Violet's leg and began rubbing up and down her thigh. That was the final straw that made Violet want to end this dinner by any means necessary. It happened in a blur, Violet grabbed the suitor's hand groping her and she broke his fingers, bending them back. Before the suitor had the chance to scream in pain, Violet grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and tossed him aside, throwing him through one of the dining hall windows where he landed in a rose bush in the courtyard.

Tarax and his friend looked at the broken window with utter disbelief. Aster was silent, but Dahlia and Marigold started laughing loudly. They both found what just happen unexpected yet hilarious. The father ran to the broken window to see if his son was okay and Tarax glared fiercely at his daughter who rolled her eyes at him.

"This dinner is over," Violet declared as she stood up.

She grabbed her wig and threw it on the table before taking her leave.

"Alyssa! ALYSSA! GET BACK HERE!" Tarax shouted while losing all composure, but Violet ignored her father as she made her way to the door.

"Alyssa!" Marigold called out. "Did you like the dress?!" he asked, but Violet didn't stop for him and left the dining hall.

"I thought it looked nice on her," he said to Aster and Dahlia before taking another sip of tea.

Setting: Violet's Room

The first thing Violet did when she made it back to her room was take off her dress and get back into her normal clothes even if she couldn't get rid of this aura-disruption collar. She grabbed her scroll and Remus's eye and noticed the delta symbol was still flashing. She wondered what was happening to him right now, but she was still happy he was in Atlas with her.

"At least he and the others are here,"

Violet was actually surprised her father hadn't showed up to her room to try and reprimand her. She figured her father wouldn't want to try and confront her alone or at all. After all, he was aware of her fighting against the majority of the castle guard and just saw her throw a person out the window like it was nothing. Throwing that guy threw a window was insane but rather soothing to her. It was like a part of her that died suddenly came back to life and Violet loved it. She felt a real rush during that moment as well as a sense of freedom.

"Wait a minute,"

Violet just noticed how her body was moving during dinner. She began moving her arms around and didn't feel much pain. She forgot all about the injuries from her incident with Zinnia and the guards and the injuries she endured. Violet was so consumed with training, fighting off assassins, and defying her father that she didn't even register her body healing on its own. She happily took the bandages off her arms and chest then went to her training room with a mildly happy expression.

Setting: Violet's Training Room

It was the dead of night and everyone in the Underland Manor was asleep except for one person. Violet was glad Aster's vision came true because she hasn't felt genuinely happy for the last four weeks until now. She spent the past three hours inside her training room, using the various weapons she took from the courtyard training area against some of the dummy targets. She started with a bow and arrows then a rapier, dual swords, a short staff, and a dagger. The dagger felt more her style since it reminded her of her Enigmas and made her question where they are being kept. These weapons were crafted to be durable only for practice and not for real combat. They'd break after a few clashes with real weapons. If her team planned on coming to get her, then she preferred to fight alongside her team with weapons of her own.

After training with weapons, Violet dragged two of the dummies to the middle of the room and began working on her hand to hand combat. She swiftly punched, kicked, kneed, and elbowed the dummies with ferocity. All the while Violet felt ecstatic about the thought of her teammates being in Atlas. The happiness overwhelmed her and it showed in her fighting. She was getting faster and stronger with each strike and the dummies were beginning to rip without her knowing. She was too overjoyed to notice then Violet jumped in the air and kicked the head of one of the dummies, tearing the head off the dummy and sending it flying into the wall.

"Oh!" Violet said when she realized what she's done.

Violet stopped training because she just noticed how late in the night it was and decided to go to bed. That night, Violet slept in her bed with jubilant dreams of her with the other members of Team VRSZ. Even hearing 'Team VRSZ' brought a smile to Violet's sleeping face because she felt like this dream still had the potential of becoming real.


This chapter occurs when the others first arrive in Zorin and Remus is badly injured after his fight with the Wendigo.

After being stuck with her family for so long I think Violet needed some kind of good thing to happen for her.

The mechanic device of Zinnia's wrist is a weapon given to those in the Atlesian Military. It's considered a secondary weapon that has a wrist blade and a blaster barrel. A standard piece of equipment that is usually discarded by many in the military though Zinnia keeps hers because she finds it useful.