A/N: Not as great of a chapter as I would like but... oh well. The best I could do. Here's a few people who still don't have a Fanfiction account yet.

I mean, why?

Guest : Very Recklessly

Cain : Thank you! And you're totally right!

Enjoy.

After the Grimm dispersed from the Vacuo lands, the kingdom looked as bare as a desert.

Jaune and company looked at the live footage that was captured after Shade had surrendered, and only saw horror. For miles upon miles, there was almost no one alive. So many bodies were spread around, half desecrated. Nothing was intact within the borders except the shining school of Shade.

But even though Shade was still intact, it was broken. One could look at the school and see the destroyed spirit it held, along with the dejection and pain the school contained. It only grew worse from there.

After Imaar landed down next to the Headmaster of Shade, he drew his wicked blade, dark as night, and swept it across the headmaster's neck. The students were in an uproar, having to witness the death of their headmaster, many of them ready to kill Imaar.

Imaar didn't even bother with defending himself, turning to the crowd and speaking, his voice reverberating throughout the halls, deafening some, and turning the blood of whoever listening cold.

"You will all be more useful to me dead." Imaar said slowly.

"Rii Vaaz Zol!"

A ripple of air passed throughout the standing students, And as the wave reached the students, their eyes rolled to the back of their heads, the legs giving way from underneath them. Each and every soul that the words of power touched, were torn from their bodies, instantly killing the kids.

That wasn't the worst part.

As suddenly as every life was ripped away, the life was returned to them, painfully. Everybody who had died just seconds before screamed in agony, before being lifted to their feet, eyes glowing purple, thin cracks of the same color showing on their bodies.

Everyone watching from their scrolls couldn't even breath at this point, horrified by the amount of power Imaar had just demonstrated.

The Rider stood in the center of the group of reanimated bodies and looked at his army, before looking at the drones that were recording this spectacle.

"This will not be the end. Tomorrow, I march to North."

And with that, Imaar widened his stance, bellowing a shout that blasted the drones backwards, destroying them in the process.

Jaune stared at the static on his screen, dead on the inside.

How many people did Imaar just kill? And what did he do to them? What did they suddenly become?

Every time that Jaune looked at Imaar, he was reminded by the mere amount of difference in power that the two of them had.

I need to be stronger.

"Well. That was a thing." Yang choked out. Unlike the other times she said it, which was mostly out of humor, this one was filled to the brim with dark emotions. A silence that could only be described as dead filled the room, the eight bright students finally met with an amount of destruction that none of them could really cope with. No one could say a thing, and even the most happy-go-lucky people there were struck silent.

It was a travesty, and one could only imagine what the rest of Remnant's reactions might be to the scene.

Finally, Jaune stood up, causing everybody to turn to Jaune. Without a word, Jaune simply grabbed Crocea Mors and left the room, talking to Vedrahgol in the process.

What kind of power was that? Jaune asked, hoping that his dragon-soul would have a suitable answer.

In your tongue, they call it Soul Tear, which rips the essence out of a man's body, only to enthrall the soul into a lifetime of servitude. Vedrahgol replied gravely.

What kind of power is he holding, to be able to do something like that? Jaune asked, partly rhetorical. Vedrahgol knew that Jaune was simply in shock, but answered him anyways, eager to show Jaune that the power he held wasn't something as simple as a tornado phrase.

The power that Imaar is holding, the same power that you have maldovah, is the power of reality itself. Vedrahgol said, needing to get through to Jaune. What you have unlocked is the tiniest of what Jul, man, can do with this power, which is even less than a fraction of what a Dovah is able to do with the power of the tongue.

And what is this power? Jaune finally asked, starting to understand that this wasn't something that he could pass off as a semblance any longer. This was something more, something dangerous that can't be pushed off as something useless.

Vedrahgol breathed out a sigh of relief, happy now that Jaune was serious and considering this power as something destructive and dangerous.

This power is a gift from the gods, placed down to us for the use of the fabric of reality. Every word that you utter in this language with intent becomes a Thu'um, a Shout. With this shout, you can turn the world into your plaything, make anything out of anything, and impose your will to shape what you desire.

This is the power of the Voice. Vedrahgol said.

Jaune raised a hand up to touch his throat. That's the kind of power he had? Jaune could change… the world with his shout?

H-how does it work?

No one truly knows maldovah. It just seems as though we are commanding the world to bend to our will, and the world simply kneels and does what we desire. The Voice is simply our way of commanding reality.

Jaune gulped hard, thinking of the implications of that power.

S-surely there are limitations? Vedrahgol nodded at the question.

For a dragon? No. There are no limitations to this power. It is, after all, our gift. A human, however, does not have the grace of a dragon, nor our inert strength, and the Voice will simply tear apart the inexperienced.

Jaune was felt… better at that statement. That meant that Imaar simply couldn't just use that power repeatedly over and over again. After all, that would be impossible to beat.

…Of course, one can devote their life to training their Voice, and can withstand more than the average human. Vedrahgol added helpfully.

And with that, Jaune's small bit of hope was crushed. Someone like Imaar wouldn't squander an opportunity and power like this one. Imaar probably had trained to his wits' ends to master the Voice. But with that Jaune thought up of a question which instilled way more hope than it should have.

Can a shout counter another shout? Jaune asked, hopeful for a good answer.

Vedrahgol knew the answer to this question, but did not want to instill Jaune with any sense of false hope.

Yes, maldovah, one can stop another's Thu'um from its intended purpose.

But the ability to do so is something one must practice greatly, and would disallow you to use shouts as frequently, as you are using your strength simply to block someone else's.

Jaune took all this advice and information to heart, finally knowing what he needed to do to get anywhere near Imaar.

I need to get stronger. And I need to practice my semb—I need to master the Voice. Will you teach me?

Vedrahgol smiled inside his enclosed cavern, every teeth revealed glinting in the light.

Maldovah, I thought you would never ask.

Jaune gave a sigh of relief, finally happy that he had something planned out for the future. Interrupting the mental celebration was Pyrrha appearing beside Jaune, laying a hand on his shoulder.

"Jaune, we need you." Pyrrha said quietly, making Jaune turn a little to face her.

"What's happening?" Jaune said, desperately trying not to add this time onto that sentence.

"Everyone's been summoned to the Main Hall. I think Ozpin is going to tell us something." Pyrrha said. Jaune nodded his head, patting Crocea Mors before moving with Pyrrha.

Finally.

Ozpin gazed at the full room in front of him. It had only been a day since Ozpin had called them together to prepare for war against a potential threat. Now they were gathered once again because of this threat.

Ozpin prayed that this wouldn't push the students of Beacon to maturity too fast.

"Students of Beacon." Ozpin said loudly, making sure that his voice projected all the way to the end of the room. With those words, the students fell quiet, the room filled with nervous energy.

"I am sure that all of you have heard about what has fallen Vacuo." Ozpin turned his head around to see crestfallen faces, everyone's aura tilting a little more to the depressed side.

"This… madman will continue to march onwards until he takes over all of Remnant. We did not have enough time to allow for any preventive measures to stop the fall of Vacuo. But we have ample time to prevent this from carrying on any further." Ozpin said slowly. More and more students looked up from their shoes, some of the gazes hopeful, others determined.

"Vale, along with Atlas and Mistral, is mobilizing as of now to fight this invasion. We are going to show this monster that you cannot take Remnant without a fight."

Several students were now gripping onto their weapons, their expressions angry and ready for a fight.

"Gather what you need. Tomorrow, all of Beacon marches for war, along with all the rest of Vale." Ozpin set his mug down and let go of it, before slamming the podium with his fist so hard that there was an audible crack.

"Dismissed."

Omake

Cardin wasn't expecting this.

As he shook hands with Clay, Cardin slumped down onto the ground, losing consciousness. When he woke up again, he was in someone else's body. Not just anyone else's though.

As Professor Port rambled on about his life, Cardin screamed inside of his head. Cardin was trapped inside of a landscape of constant fighting, where a naked burly Peter Port was wrestling against the whole of a Grimm legion. Cardin was forced to endure a whole hour of the scene before his class was over, and Cardin slumped unconscious once more.

Waking up again, this time in Doctor Oobleck's mind, Cardin was forced once again to endure another demented mind, but this time, Cardin couldn't see anything, as everything was rushing by with a speed that blurred out any possibilities of sight. By the end of that period, Cardin was nauseous, and could barely hold his lunch in.

When Cardin was in Professor Glynda's mind… well. It was really hard to describe it.

Rope.

Lots of rope.

Finally, Cardin landed in his last body of the day, Pyrrha Nikos.

Cardin breathed in relief, glad that he was finally in a mind that was normal.

Until Pyrrha started to help out with training Jaune.

Then the fantasies came, and Cardin was horrified at how… unrestrained Pyrrha's mind was.

As the day came to a close, Cardin landed back in his body, whimpering at the fresh trauma that was caused after experiencing today.

This was not what he had meant when he wished to "Teach Jaune a lesson."

Meanwhile, other Daedras' attentions were turning as Sanguine descended onto Remnant, intent on finding someone to share his ideas of debauchery with.