Okay, there's a fic out there that all of you have to read. It's called Laws of Attraction by Faulty Paragon. It's a Pyrrha POV fic going through volumes 1-3 that follows canon and it is by far the best characterization of Pyrrha I have ever seen. Faulty turns Pyrrha from a flatish character that we see in the show to something else entirely. I fucking cried at the end of the fic and I've been an emotional wreck since I finished it today.

Here's the thing, I haven't cried in years. I have the emotions of a boulder. The last few things that made me cry were Kentaro Miura's death and the end of Volume 3 of RWBY.

Everyone in the room sat in silence as Weiss clenched her rapier. Blake also reached for her weapon, ensuring the odds were in their favour if something were to happen. The men stitching Sun's face looked to the knight for guidance, who waved them down. The air continued to stew, everyone ready to come to blows despite their saviour's previous actions.

"They told us everything about the Rosenkavalier," Nora spoke, finally breaking the momentary silence.

The mood immediately appeared to ease at the explanation. The knight's face softened up, and he allowed Jaune to take his hand back. Standing up, he moved to sit on the chair Weiss formerly occupied and sighed in relief.

"I see..." he said, panning from person to person with an inquisitive expression. "I apologise then. My brothers and I view these artefacts as holy relics..."

"Who are you," Ren flatly demanded.

"Knight-Paladin Beryl Sustrai," he replied in a severe tone. "Captain of the Order of the Dragon's second company."

A paladin?!

Jaune's jaw dropped slightly at the notion. Finally, there was another paladin. From what Ozpin had said, there were so few that Jaune hadn't even considered looking for other paladins. Yet, there was one sitting right in front of him.

He had no idea what he could have learned or what questions to ask. None of those thoughts had ever come to mind. Jaune didn't think he would ever come across one, so why would he?

"So, what are you doing out here," Sun asked through a grimace, wincing as he spoke. "Already rescued the damsel in distress..."

The jest earned a snort or snicker from some of his friends; however, Beryl didn't seem moved by it. He glanced at the injured boy for a second and likely deemed the joke wasn't worth the retort. On the other hand, a mere look from the knight shut Sun up almost immediately. The boy turned away, acting as if the knight couldn't see him.

"I was going south to meet with the rest of my order," Beryl explained in his authoritarian tone. "That's when I ran into these two." He gestured to Thomas and Rowan. "They told me what they were after, and I agreed to help them."

"You were after the Skinny Man," Blake assumed, speaking to the other men. "He's killed a few families near town. We were contracted to hunt him."

The two men appeared dejected at the news. One stood up and began pacing the room, looking as if he were about to cry. The other clenched his jaw and continued fixing Sun's face. However, you could tell he was shaking in anger.

"Dammit, Nathan," the man lamented, letting his arms fall to the side.

"The 'Skinny Man,' as you call him, was their brother," Beryl explained, reaching into his bag to grab something.

"A possession," Ren said to Blake.

"That's what we've assumed," Beryl confirmed, producing a small blood-soaked book. He then looked at the pacing man. "Thomas."

"We found what was left of his wife and kids," Thomas began with the cue. The look of pain on his face only continued to grow. "Someone had cut them up and eaten most of their bodies. No sign of our brother, but we saw that thing in the woods and went after him."

"How do you know it was him," Weiss asked, empathising with the men's predicament. "Maybe he was killed too? When he was chasing after the Skinny Man..."

"We know our brother," Rowan gruffly replied. "He's changed, but we recognised him the second we got close."

Damn...

Jaune couldn't imagine it. He could never lay a hand on his sisters in any way to hurt them. If one of them mutated into some kind of monster, Jaune didn't think he would have the strength to do what was necessary. He would just be putting them down like a rabid dog, but it was still his sister.

"His journal told us a bit more," Beryl added, opening the book midway through. "The snow has gotten pretty bad out there. I can't go out to get supplies without getting lost. Food is running short faster than I thought it would. Who knew two growing boys would go through a winter's meals a few months shy of spring?" He flipped a few pages. "All I can think about is food. Gave the boys the last of it. Hunger must be getting to me because I'm starting to hear things. Mind keeps telling me to eat." He turned to the last few pages that had visible writing. "So hungry!"

Revealing that final page, it looked as if it was written by someone on the verge of insanity. The words 'Hungry' were written over the following few pages before the blood was too thick to discern. Judging by the dates, there were about two or three weeks between the last sane entry and now.

"We're putting him down, right," Nora asked the three men. "There's no way he can come back from that. I wouldn't want to..."

"Beryl says mutations from these kinds of possessions are a death sentence," Thomas replied, shaking his head. "Exorcism would probably kill him anyway. Nathan wouldn't be able to live with himself if he knew what he did to his family. He loved them more than anything."

Something landed on the roof as the last few words trailed from his lips. Everyone could hear it scratching the wood tiles as it skittered across the surface. No one made a sound as they heard it crawl to the roof's edge and land in the snow with a loud thump.

"Wendigo..." it spoke with a resonating ghostly voice. "Wendigo..."

It raked the tips of his clawed fingers across the side of the cabin, drawing them for an agonising length as it stalked the perimeter. That sickening scrape made Jaune's entire body shiver in fear. Dreizhen had taken to cowering between him and Weiss, both clamping a hand down on his mouth to keep him from barking.

Each step it took led it to the front of the building. There, everyone watched it step into the window. The opaque glass obscured its form, but they recognised it nonetheless. He walked right up to the window and pressed his face against it, staring at those inside. His large eyes darted between the adventurers with a ravenous hunger behind them. No one dared to move a muscle.

The Skinny Man kept standing there for what felt like an eternity. He toyed with the party like a cat would a mouse. Pressing his face against the glass, he licked the ice-cold surface with a single stroke, pantomiming his hunger to the occupants. Without warning, he ducked away from the window and disappeared into the night with a single shriek in his wake.

"Waaahhhh," Nora let out a long exhale. She glanced between her friends, who shared the same terror with an open-mouthed gasp. "What the fuck was that?!"

"We should rest here and come up with a plan," Blake spoke, clearly wanting to delay their next expedition back into the mountains.

"I agree," Ren expressed with a nod. "Weiss and Sun are not in any condition to run from him. He would go after them first as a distraction."

He would try to bring one of them down like a wolf going after a calf or sick cow. The cards were in his favour if they tried running back down the mountain. Jaune and the party would get caught in the trees and torn apart. The only move was to wait and possibly bait him back in.

"Take two hours," Beryl instructed, leaning back in his chair. "We need to come up with something before dawn, or we'll lose him again."

Jaune looked to Weiss, who lay on her back, preparing to take a quick nap. She was more pale than usual, looking like a ghost that was not quite dead yet. Dreizehn snuggled up next to Weiss, laying his head on her and waggling his tail. The pup only desired to comfort his owner as she regained her strength.

"Where are you from," Jaune asked Beryl. "Doesn't seem like a place where a bunch of knights would hang out."

"You're correct about that," Beryl answered in a monotone voice. "The Order's main base of operations is the former Rosenkavalier sanctum by Valeria."

"What is the Order of the Dragon," Ren asked out of curiosity, soaking a rag in alcohol to clean some of Sun's wounds. "I've heard a few mentions in the library, but they're only the teachings from its members."

"We're made up of Vale's most pious warriors," Beryl explained tersely. "Each of us scholars, many mages, and knights. We all firmly believe in the divine, however. Those who worship the Brothers and followers of the Church of the One mainly."

Shit...

The room fell silent again at the mention of the church. Beryl noticed this but was not moved like the rest of the adventurers. There was an expression of understanding painted on his stoic face.

"I understand how you feel," Beryl spoke calmly. "Now that I think about it, I remember some of you from the Order's briefings. The paladin and mage who defended the gate of Beacon... The group who made short work of those mercenaries and assassins." He looked over the group once more and pondered where he heard of them. "So, I expect this sort of reaction. The Church has not had a great reputation these last few years."

"That's an understatement," Blake spat, standing and positioning herself opposite the knight. "Burning mages at the stake and enslaving the faunus..."

"Things were not always like this," Beryl continued, shaking his head. "How much does each of you know about the Church and its beliefs?"

The group hardly reacted. Those who did not know shook their heads. Blake was the only one who gave any confirmation of understanding.

"We believe in the Brothers of light and darkness like many of Remnant's societies," Beryl explained, gesticulating as he spoke. "However, sometime after the Great War, someone posed the idea of 'Where did the Brothers come from?' There, the idea of the Allmaker or All-father was created. We held the All-father as the first spark of the divine, which gave rise to the Brothers and everything else that followed. Surrounding that thought, the Church of the One arose in southern Sanus." He paused to take a breath. "In those early days, we respected and feared everything the Allmaker created. Magic was a tool to be used and practised with, but to do so wisely. Faunus and humans were just more of his creations, so we shared the land and took communion as one. The Grimm were punishment for the abuse of their gifts. We were supposed to create a world that reflected these views..."

"Something happened," Jaune surmised.

"Yes, Tyrian Callows happened," Beryl confirmed, with a bottomless pit of anger in his voice.

"Never heard of him," Nora said, looking to her friends to see if they had.

"I wouldn't expect you to," Beryl replied, trying to draw that anger back into him. "He was just another soldier twenty years ago. We thought he was a master with wrist blades and daggers. Made it a work of art, carving up bandits or monsters with them... Then one day, we were exploring some old ruins deep in the forest and came across some kind of temple. Tyrian went inside and didn't come out for a few days. When he did, he had changed." Beryl cupped his chin and bit his lip as he searched for the right words. "Callows wasn't a pious person like me. A bit unstable with his emotions. Let his anger get the best of him. But he was normal. When he came out, it was like he'd gone insane. He said a dark angel had shown him things. He regarded her as 'His Lady', 'His Queen.'"

"Did you try taking him to a healer," Weiss asked, sitting up rather than resting now.

"A few members of our regiment did, yes," Beryl confirmed. "Tyrian wouldn't have it. Said he found his calling. A few days later, he started having visions. The Grimm were going to attack Grosche and destroy it. Tyrian was right. He managed to warn people and get them to prepare to fight. When it was over, the Archcanon personally thanked him. He then told everyone about his visions. His gift for prophecy and divine knowledge. Eventually, that elevated him to the status of a living saint. He was regarded as holy."

"Then the Church's views of magic and faunus changed," Blake said sourly with a hint of venom in her voice.

"Yeah," Beryl agreed, nodding his head. "That incursion scared enough people into believing Tyrian's word as divine law and reignited a fear of magic that hadn't existed since the Great War. 'Those who founded the Church had lied and had them using the 'Dark Arts' when they should have been destroying any magic tomes.' They were to suffer not the witch, the heretic, or the Unclean in their society. So, anyone not of the faith was to die in their lands. Mages were to be killed en masse. The faunus were to be used as chattel because of their 'taint.'" He shook his head in disappointment. "That last part was ironic since Tyrian's a faunus too. But they ignored that because Tyrian was no longer mortal to them."

"You say your order doesn't believe in that," Weiss said. "Have you thought about changing people's minds?"

"Things are a bit more drastic than that," Beryl replied. "From the grapevine, it looks like there's going to be a schism or holy war coming. The King won't tolerate a faction from the Church trying to attack Vale, and the Order is loyal to him. Since we were called south, it sounds like it's about to start. Sent my daughter there first before I went, but I'm stuck here for now." His head hung low, shaking from side to side. "I wish I could have changed people's hearts."

That was a lot...

A holy war on the southern border of Vale was not something that Jaune looked forward to. They had already been dragged into it when the Church attacked Beacon, but if things were going to escalate, what would their role be? The newer Grimm incursions in the south might spread to home. That was a clear and present threat Beacon students could deal with. They weren't prepared to fight a war.

But what did that box have to do with it? The Black One? A curse or ritual? These things could be separate from the holy war and the responsibility of the unnamed faction that attacked Beacon. Whatever it was, the Church is where these clues led back to.

"I'm sorry this has happened to you," Ren sincerely expressed. "If you're going to catch up with your order, we should begin the next phase of this hunt. The sooner, the better the outcome. Hopefully, there should be enough time to make a difference."

"I agree," Beryl replied in a hardened tone. The weariness he had previously shown vanished in a mere instant. "Show me what you have, and we'll come up with something."

...

"That's everything," Jaune stated, pulling the last of the bombs from the bag of holding. "Our friend gave us all these, so we might as well use them."

The pile was scarce in terms of the sheer amount of weapons. So far, fire was the only thing that seemed to harm the creature. Had Jaune gotten close enough with Ira Rubrum to cut into his body, it would have also worked.

"The main issue we're going to come across is how quick he is," Ren began, pacing the cabin. "Fighting him in open territory is not an option."

"Can't get a bead on him to put a silver arrow in his back," Rowan commented, sitting against a wall and avoiding the windows.

"We have to trap him," Nora insisted, still holding a half-conscious Sun. "Weiss and Sun aren't gonna be able to keep up. He'll just take them out and anyone who tries to stop him."

"They're a liability if we take them with or leave them," Blake expressed in a deadpan tone.

Jaune feared that. If the group left a few here to defend, they would split their party even further. The six couldn't deal with the Skinny Man in an open arena. One or two couldn't do anything to keep him out of the cabin.

Jaune wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he came back just to find two of his friends dead.

Shit...

"Okay," Jaune began, taking a deep breath. "I'm gonna run out there and draw him away. You guys make come up with something."

"What," Weiss cried out, pushing herself to her feet. "You're insane!"

Jaune turned around and stared down at Weiss. "Blake's right; you two are not in shape to fight this guy. I will buy time for you guys to make a surprise for me to return to." He then turned and began marching for the door.

Ren stepped next to Weiss, placing a hand on her shoulder as Jaune pulled the hatch open. "Please make it easy. Someone was going to have to volunteer."

Okay... I'm coming back from this. No need to say goodbye.

Jaune took several sharp breaths as he stepped out into the darkness. Pulling his helmet over his head, he could only hear those few breaths against the ambience around him. His heartbeat in his ears as it began racing and dumping adrenaline into his system.

He bolted forth, racing for the trees as fast as he could. Jaune's armour crashed and clanged against all the various plates strapped to him, alerting anyone in the area of his presence. The thick layers of snow did not impede him in the slightest. Jaune merely sailed through them like a hot knife through butter.

A shriek in the distance told Jaune the beast was in the area. However, he did not stop moving. Jaune continued into the tree line, ducking past many large pine trees as he entered the thick wood. The many sticks and branches on the forest floor snapped with each footfall from Jaune. His heavy footsteps thundered through the dense trees like a herd of wild stallions.

Another shriek, but this one came from a completely opposite direction from the one prior. Jaune knew it was the Skinny Man messing with him. He wanted Jaune to think he was somewhere else, but that trick wouldn't work twice.

Jaune's stomach ached in anticipation. His body was telling him to run away and not press forward. Every instinct had been defied by that single choice.

This is so stupid!

A cracking tree branch or twig on the ground came from behind. It was close. Twenty feet and fast approaching. The trees behind him shook, and their branches dropped the collecting snow on Jaune's path. It felt like it was gaining ground despite Jaune's pace.

He only heard a growl above his head as something leapt from the canopy. Jaune dove out of the way and slid to a stop just as the Skinny Man dropped in front of him. He let out a sickening shriek as he stood tall, gnashing his teeth before the boy.

Jaune was not allowed even a second to react before the Skinny Man was on top of him. He bolted to the Paladin and slammed into him with his entire body, easily overpowering the boy. Jaune was knocked to the ground and on his back before he knew it.

Just as the Skinny Man was going to pounce on the boy, he flashed him with Arclight again. It had the same effect as their prior encounter, causing the Skinny Man to shriek in pain and thrash about.

There was enough time for Jaune to throw himself back on his feet and plant himself on the ground. Summoning Morningstar, Jaune cracked the whip back before twisting himself to send the mace head careening at the Skinny Man's centre mass. Just as the whip crashed into his chest, the Paladin activated the enchantment, detonating a massive bomb in his face.

The force of the explosion sent the Skinny Man flying into a tree, snapping the thick wood in twain as if it were a mere twig. This old-growth giant had been sundered, falling atop the creature with a thunderous groan. The ground in the near proximity shook like an earthquake as it bounced to and fro before settling in place.

Jaune moved up to pursue; however, the wind picked up all around him. The last thing he could see was the Skinny Man scurrying over the trunk and into view. A vortex was summoned at Jaune's feet, pulling him up and into the air. This twister spun Jaune around as the boy tried to stabilise himself inside of it, but he could not get his bearing. There was no up or down in this space.

As the twister spun Jaune around and around, it suddenly dissipated, sending Jaune soaring through a patch of trees. The boy didn't realise where he was going until the ground met him. He bounced along the hard roots and rocks until he abruptly stopped at the Skinny Man's feet.

On his back, Jaune stared up at the Skinny Man in a daze. His body had not recovered enough to move, let alone fight, as the creature squatted down to begin tearing into the boy. Jaune tried to force himself to his feet desperately to push off his attacker; however, an arrow sailed into the frame just as he would have pried his chest cavity open.

Jaune only heard the arrow whistle against the air as it met the Skinny Man. Sinking right into his chest, Jaune recognised it as one of the ectoplasm-infused arrows he and Ruby had made for Blake. Two more followed, finding their target in his upper chest. The Skinny Man cried in pain as these enchanted arrows cut through his natural armour, piercing his necrotic flesh and causing the only actual damage anyone had done this night.

The surprise attack allowed Jaune to climb back to his feet. While the Skinny Man clawed at the wounds, he sprinted back toward the house. Jaune didn't attempt to find out where Blake was. His body and mind were fixated on this single goal.

Yet, he could hear the Skinny Man behind him once again. He did not chase with the same speed that he had before. It was still just enough to be on Jaune's heels. He could feel the Skinny Man rake at his cloak with his claws, attempting to snag onto something and pull the boy into his clutches.

Leaping over a fence, the Skinny Man merely crashed through it, scattering bits of wood on Jaune's back. The tiny slivers peppered his armour, creating tinking noises with each little blow.

As Jaune neared the house, the entire cabin was brightly lit up, and the door was open. Twenty feet away and fast approaching, Jaune could see a single bomb hanging from the open door frame by a string.

Whatever strength Jaune had in his legs was put forth into racing at that threshold. The Paladin didn't care how far the Skinny Man was behind him. When he reached for that bomb and pulled it off the string, he continued moving through the cabin to a window opposite the door.

Fuck it!

Jaune charged through the window, twisting his body around to face the hole he had created. Throwing the bomb as he met the Skinny Man's gaze, Jaune summoned the Morningstar whip. Cracking the weapon once, he sent the flail through the window and detonated the enchantment.

Then, all Jaune could see was white. The size and magnitude of the explosion were more significant than he had anticipated. The force of which threw him clear of the building by fifty or so feet. When he had landed, Jaune lost any sense of direction. He could barely feel his body.

He only managed to lift his head enough to look back at the cabin to see the Skinny Man standing there. Jaune gasped as he saw him walking out of the fire, and began to push himself back to his feet. However, a few steps from the blaze, the decrepit creature collapsed into the snow face down.

That's when the rest of the party struck. Nora charged in with a wood axe and chopped into the prone body. Jaune couldn't tell exactly what was happening from his perspective, but with everyone standing around the Skinny Man, they were handling it. He just rolled over onto his back and looked up into the grey sky.

It was then Blake moved into his frame of view. She only offered a hand to lift him back onto his feet. Taking that hand and pulling himself up, Jaune realised his entire body felt like jelly. Just as he stood tall, his legs buckled and collapsed beneath him.

Luckily, Weiss had shown up to catch him as Blake did. She helped the faunus carry him back towards the house despite her broken arm and blood loss. As they stumbled closer to the raging inferno lighting the night sky, none said a word.

"What do we do now," Ren shouted over the blaze and snowstorm.

"It's a possession," Rowan answered, shouting loudly enough to be heard. "We burn him and bury what's left on consecrated ground."

"How do we do that," Nora followed up, tossing the bloody axe to the side. "We're not priests!"

"The three of us can," Beryl answered. His deep voice carried over the snow and inferno. "I taught them how. You just need to dig."

[The Next Morning]

"Thank you, Sir Knight, for helping get rid of this creature," Holly said formally, holding the man's hand in hers. "And for the rest of you, I appreciate your work here."

Jaune listened in as Nora and Ren talked to Holly. He couldn't turn his head to watch. His neck muscles refused to budge for him. The Paladin hadn't gotten a minute of sleep since they buried the Skinny Man, so his recovery had not come to him.

Weiss, however, was passed out, wrapped in a blanket and using him as a pillow. Jaune didn't mind, of course. The other occupant of the cart was Sun, who sat nearby and remained bandaged around his face. Nora had found a burlap sack filled with ice and snow that he buried his face in.

"It's no biggie; we just blew up a farmhouse to kill him," Nora admitted like it was nothing.

"Please tell me it wasn't occupied..."

"It wasn't, ma'am," Ren clarified for Nora. "I believe the owners had been killed by the monster."

"I see," she replied, likely shaking her head. "I will take care of that. However, this is your reward. Please enjoy it. There are two-hundred pounds of silver here."

"Nice," Nora exclaimed, grabbing the hoard and dashing to the cart. She then threw it into the back, rocking the wagon back and forth. When she heard the groans of her injured teammates, Nora let out a tiny squeak. "Sorry."

Behind her, the rest of the group had collected around the back of the wagon.

"What are your plans now," Ren asked the brothers.

"Got nothing left here," Thomas answered poignantly, shrugging his shoulders. "Gonna follow Beryl south. He offered to bring us into the fold."

"He's gonna make you guys knights," Nora bellowed with a smile painted on her face.

"They're brave and dedicated to the right causes," Beryl confessed, his arms crossed and stern face. "I would offer the same to your group; however, Ozpin wouldn't approve of me poaching his students."

"We appreciate the thought," Ren replied courteously, reaching out to shake the Knight's hand. Gripping the other man in a firm shake, he gave him a final nod before boarding the wagon. "Take care. I wish you luck."

[Ruby]

Staring up at the night sky, Ruby felt the whole world come to a stop. A stray meteorite would race across the sky and vanish a second later. In her peripheral, the beautiful red leaves of Forever Fall rustled in the light wind. Surrounding her, the sounds of crickets chirping and forest animals echoed off the hills.

Her hands felt so sore from the past three days of work. This final night of rest was so worth it to her. They'd found a bunch of Dust crystals in prime condition. Enough to last them for weeks or months, Ruby didn't know. She was too tired to do the math in her head.

Ruby tried to close her eyes but felt no sleep come to her.

I can't sleep...

She sat up and looked around the small campfire the group had made. It still burned brightly, having only been a few hours since they built the blaze. The warmth it cast off rid Ruby of any chills that had crept into her bones. However, most importantly, it gave the vibe of a fun camping trip.

Ruby recalled the excursions she and Yang had made into the front yard. The fun sisterly activity of setting up a campfire and roasting marshmallows as young kids. That kind of thing was always a treat. They'd done it so often during their stay at Signal that they came to her mind as a blur.

Now, they could do that again, but with more than just the two of them. Ruby thought about asking Nora to build a large pillow fort in the house or setting up a camp in the front yard, so they could do it. She could see in her mind's eye. Jaune, herself, Weiss, Yang, and the rest of her friends.

Looking up from the fire, Ruby saw Pyrrha across from her. She was still awake, lying prone with her arms tucked behind her head. The expression painted on her face was something like deep thought. Ruby could have improved at reading others but could tell specific cues.

Before Ruby thought to say anything, she glanced around to see if her friends were all asleep. The Reaper didn't want anyone to listen if it was private.

"Pyrrha, you thinking about something," Ruby asked, crossing her legs and cocking her head over to get a better look at her.

There was nothing for a few moments. Ruby started to wonder if Pyrrha was spacing out. She did that, too, on occasion.

Pyrrha suddenly snapped out of her thoughts and looked at the girl with a confused expression. "No, I-"

"I can tell," Ruby shyly interrupted. "You're chewing on something. What's wrong?"

Pyrrha's expression relaxed, but her cheeks glowed a rosy hue. "I..." She paused for a moment. "Does it ever feel like you're just here," the Spartan asked, lying back on the ground.

Ruby's eyes narrowed slightly, and she cocked her head. "Huh?"

What does that mean?

Pyrrha's expression seemed slightly disappointed, retreating back into thought momentarily. "Uhhh..."

"Sorry, I'm not good at this," Ruby expressed crestfallenly, glancing down dejectedly.

"I'm not any better..."

"Does it feel like you're just existing," Ruby clarified, hoping to arrive at a common understanding.

Pyrrha nodded. "Sometimes," she whispered before turning away.

While Ruby couldn't see her face, she could tell sadness was painted across it. That only made the slight pit in Ruby's chest grow deeper. She'd never seen this side of Pyrrha. The Spartan always seemed so happy.

Ruby flubbed the conversational skill check. Pyrrha was scared away from revealing her feelings. Don't worry, the next arc and some of this one will further delve into her backstory.

Also, we got some info on the Church. Some spicy shit is cooking up in the South. That knight OC is supposed to be Emerald's father BTW.