Chaos ensued as Cardin Winchester swung his mace into the face of the savage. Blood was spilt, but one of these people managed to hit a man on his team with their pipes. Their appearance was enough to be disgusted at the sight of the person, who wore nothing, but rags and a loincloth. As he looked down at the hostile man, he noticed his pipe reaching for his lips. Cardin tried to jump away, but the man was quicker with his weapon.

When the dart dug into his skin, the young man couldn't control his body. The dart had punctured into his body and he couldn't move. He screamed to the top of his lungs as he fought the paralysis inside of his body. As his body fell back he watched his foe running getting up to his feet with a smug on his expression. Why was he smiling?

The savage man ran over to his body and grabbed him by the foot. "Glory to the Great Worm!" He said with glee. "You make good sacrifice."

Those words were enough to terrify him as he struggled to kick the man away from him. "No, I'm not going to go with you." He said.

"Quiet!" The bald man ordered as he dragged his body on the grass.

"Someone help me!" Cardin cried out.

To his surprise, a blonde man rushed to his aide with his shield at the ready. When he bashed into the assailant, Cardin recognized him.

"Jaune?" He wondered.

The huntsman-in-training drew his sword as he glanced down to him. "Cardin, are you okay?"

He nodded his head. "I can't move for some reason. Who are these guys?"

"I don't know." Jaune answered through the cries of screaming. "First, I'm going to get you out."

Cardin looked behind the student's back to see another one of those savages with his blowpipe at the ready. This time, he was aimed at Jaune. "Behind you!"

As the teen turned around, it was already too late as he too fell onto the grass. "Ah, I should have paid attention." He said.

Both students looked at their assailants and noticed five ragged men hold on to Jaune.

"Who are you people?" Jaune demanded.

A smile of fell on their lips. "Good people of the Great Worm." One of them spoke. "Bring him to the teacher. He will decide what to do with him."

"What about his weapons?" Another said, wondering about Jaune's sword and shield.

"Leave them, they are not created by the Great Worm." The savage replied.

"Then what shall we do about the other one?"

The savage leader shook his head. "Weighs too much. Kill him."

Cardin watched with horror as one of the savages pulled out his blowpipe from his ragged clothing. He pulled out a dart that was unlike anything he had ever seen, it's tip was covered in purple, but the contents were enough to suggest that this would kill him. It was terrifying to know that he was going to be killed by these wild people that attacked him. Then there was a sudden change in his executioner's eyes as he looked away from Cardin for a moment. "It's the evil one!" The stranger cried out.

Unable to turn his head, Cardin watched as his mysterious savior came to his rescue when a knife flew into his forehead. Whoever this person was, he would have to thank him. Then he heard one of the savages speak up. "Leave, we lost too much."

"What about the rest of the meat?"

"We leave."

"The teacher will punish us."

"Bring this Jaune with us. The teacher would be fine with this."

To their surprise, a purple dart flew into a savage who was carrying Jaune. However, he did not struggle with his body unlike himself. Cardin watched as the savage was scrambling to take out the dart from the skin, but it was too late. The savage began to drop to his knees as his mouth began foaming to the brim. Then there was a drastic change as his skin color turned blue. This was a terrifying sight to see for it could have been him who would have died.

Yet, he remained helpless as the remaining savages dragged Jaune away from him. However, he noticed those strange lights that occurred in the vending shops appear as the group quickened their pace towards them. He was surprised at the very least when they disappeared with the light exploding with an electric shockwave to follow it up.

When news reached Headmaster Ozpin, the older man watched with morbid expression on his face. The vendors and the students were attacked by an unknown force that came out of nowhere. Worst of all, the attackers came out and fired darts at their victims before his students tried to defend the people there. Even then, his students were caught by surprise of the rapid-firing darts from a group of savages.

There was a gut-wrenching feeling when he had heard news of the medical teams who got ahold of his students and the rest of the victims. Those darts were not meant to kill, but to paralyze people. It did little the comfort him when there were deaths involved.

His eyes scanned the scene, from the paralyzed to the broken vending shops, there was a messy situation his academy found itself in. Then he noticed the dozens of Atlesian Knights marching into the area, securing the perimeter from any further incursions by those strange lights and those people who declared war on him.

Little did Ozpin notice the rain in the first place.

The raindrops stopped peppering his head as he looked around his shoulder, only to see Professor Goodwitch accompany him with an umbrella. "You shouldn't be out here. You might get sick." She began. "I can't believe Beacon was attacked."

The headmaster shook his head. "I do." He said in a dead tone. "I expected there would be an attack, but not this."

"Do you think it could be from her?" The professor asked.

"No, this was too unorganized to be from her. She has pawns who have more finesse than what these people did." Ozpin replied. "Does Ironwood know who did this?"

"He's investigating that man who we talked to earlier. There is apparent evidence that the attackers recognized him as he fought them off."

The headmaster expressed his sadness in his eyes as he looked at the entire location in a mess. "The Council will not be fine with this at all. I am going to have to tell them about what happened along with Ironwood. However, we would have to talk with this Artyom."

"Before you go, I need to tell you about this problem with our students."

"A problem? What problem could that be?" Ozpin questioned.

"Few of our students are missing."

Alone and unarmed, Artyom found himself interrogated by a general himself as his mechanical minions guarded him. There was a sense of vulnerability in the Ranger. His fingers knotted around with each other as he lowered his head. The fact that he would encounter those cultists again had concerned him. Why were they here? They should have been content with the children of the Metro. Even that thought did not comfort him. Were these cannibals building up a force to consume the rest of the Metro with their nonsense.

No, it made little sense to him. If the cannibals tried to rise up, the Nazis, Hansa, and Reds would stop them with little effort. Those savages haven't used machines ever since he was captured by them before he destroyed the Dark Ones. He needed to tell Miller about this problem and kill their "teacher". Worst of all, they captured someone from this world and Artyom felt pain that he couldn't rescue him in time. That poor boy was going to be eaten or worst, indoctrinated into their cult through that man.

His thoughts were cut off when the man across the table had spoken. "Young man, are you listening?" The man demanded of him. Artyom hesitantly complied, but for pragmatic reasons. "Artyom, how do those people know you?"

The man had no idea what they were. "I was captured by them." The disarmed Ranger answered. "In my world, they captured me and put me in a box as a… prisoner." It was a half-truth. Those cannibals wanted to beat him to death and roast him alive. That word was a nicer way of explaining his involvement with the cult.

"Did you somehow escape here and use everyone as a shield?" The general asked, but it felt more like an accusation against Artyom.

"No." Artyom replied. "I doubt they would send someone to hunt me down and no, I did not come here to put everyone at risk. If I did, I wouldn't even be here."

"How can I be so sure you are telling the truth? Those people accused you of being an evil one. It's quite hard to accept your truth when others have said otherwise."

What was this man insinuating? Artyom rose form his feet and leaned forward at the general. "General Ironwood, those people were cannibals. They paralyze the people they find and cook them for a morning meal. Worst of all, they are part of a cult whose leader brainwashes them to gain more power for himself then he accuses me of being an evil one to their cult because I know that their religion's entire existence is a complete lie?" If he had lowered his voice in the room, Artyom would have noticed the open doorway behind the general and the two machines raising their guns against him.

A man walked into his room with a cane, but Artyom recognized him. Headmaster Ozpin was his name. "James, what exactly are you doing?" He asked; however, his tone suggested that this was not the first time the general had done this.

Ironwood rose from his seat and met with the man. "Ozpin, I am simply trying to find out the cause for these people to attack us. In other words, to look for the truth about Artyom."

The older man with the cane shook his head. "Based on this young man's voice, I think he holds enough truth to have a defense." Ozpin replied. "However, I am here to ask you about a concerning matter had happened moments ago. Do you know who those people are?"

Artyom nodded. "Yes. I do." Came his answer. "Those people were cannibals of the Great Worm cult."

"A cult? How did you come across them?"

"They captured me when I was alone. It what they do to get food or indoctrinate children." He answered.

This was enough to get the general and the headmaster's attention. "Why?" Ironwood wondered.

"It's part of their religion and it's how they get new recruits."

"Then do you know why they attacked Beacon?"

Artyom shook his head. "No, I don't know. The Metro is filled with strange bullshit, but I can guess that their teacher is behind this. I'll have to confront him personally."

"Personally? Do you know him?"

"I know little about him, but he fakes about his part in that damn religion he made up. None of the cannibals knows about this since his word his law."

A comment came from the headmaster's lips. "Quite an interesting development. Artyom, when was the last time you confronted them?"

"A year ago." The Ranger answered. "It was possibly a week after Winter returned to Remnant by the Dark Ones."

"I know have another question." Ozpin continued. "Would you help me get my students back?"

The headmaster and the general of the Atlas military found themselves walking through the hallways of the ship as Ironwood spoke. "Ozpin, what are you thinking?" He asked as the two stopped and confronted him. "This man is dangerous and you entrust him to a task. He's not someone like Qrow. We do not know much about him."

"True, I do not know much about him, but someone has advocated that he is someone to be trusted." Ozpin replied.

The general shook his head. "Someone I don't know. How can you be so sure?"

"Because the god of light told me himself. He goes by the name of Khan, but we are going to need Artyom's help in the future."

Ironwood expressed his skepticism. "The god of light? Didn't he and his brother leave Remnant a long time ago? How could they return after these years? As much as you are my friend and closest ally, this is so sudden."

Ozpin lowered his head as he looked at the ground. "The god of light left Remnant to Artyom's world and he's returned because it's destroyed beyond repair." He answered. "However, he also foreshadows a war that will come to us. One I think you need to know."

"A war. Who would want a war on Remnant? It won't benefit any kingdom at all."

"What concerns me is that this war will not start on Remnant at all. Instead, I believe it might come from that young man's world."

"Then how can we trust him if that is to happen."

To their surprise, there was a third person who stepped into their conversation. "General Ironwood, there is a lot you do not know about that young man." The stranger commented.

As Ozpin and Ironwood turned around, they saw an old Mistralian man wearing clothes unlike that of Remnant. Despite his clothing, the man's weapons almost reminded Ironwood of the weapons Artyom used against the bear. "Excuse me, but you shouldn't be on my ship."

The stranger chuckled. "Forgive me, but I need to do this since the lives of the headmaster's students are in danger. Considering that Artyom knows more about the cannibals, those students are in many dangers beyond cannibals." The man explained.

"How do you know this?" The general demanded as he reached down to his holster; however, Ozpin stayed his hand. "Ozpin!"

Then the headmaster calmed him down. "James, this is Khan. This is the god of light."

"How can you be sure?"

Khan was quick to reply. "The academies were built to hide the relics my brother and I left behind." The general was speechless at the revelation by this man. "Yes, I know this because I occasionally come back every now and then to see how well Remnant has gone without me. Now before you ask any additional questions, I need you to release Artyom and rearm him before a terrible fate occurs on those kids. They do not deserve what could possibly come."

"Of course, I'll see to it that he does so. However, I will send my specialist to help him rescue them. Though I do have a question, how will we get to send him back?"

"You will find your answer soon enough, General Ironwood."

Yang Xiao Long watched from the dorm windows, observing the mess that had followed from the attack. Since then, the military had the academy had to post-pone the Vytal Festival due to the response of the attacks. The first being a giant bear while the second attack being a bunch of savages who kidnapped two of her friends.

She heard the door behind her creak open as she recognized the familiar voice. "Yang, are you okay up here."

Turning away from the window, Yang noticed her half-sister slipping into the room. "Hey Rubes, how is everyone else? I heard they didn't take it too well when they heard Velvet and Jaune were taken away."

The younger girl lowered her head. "CFVY and JNPR are doing their best to cope with it. They're hoping that those two can be rescued as soon as possible."

"Don't worry Ruby, I'm sure someone can find them." Both sisters perked their heads up when the sounds of gunfire erupting outside of the dorm. Yang was quick to open the window and look down below. "Is it another attack?" She wondered before she heard bestial cries echo on the grown.

A blue light appeared at the epicenter of where the savages attacked. This time, there were six men clad in black armor. However, beneath their feet was the strewn bodies of creatures she had never seen before. "Okay, which one of you guys farted?" One of the soldiers said behind their masks as their torches flashed the surrounding area.

"None of us farted, I think someone forgot to take a shower."

"Not me."

"Hell no, I took a shower this morning. It had to be one of you idiots."

Honestly, it was funny to see six armed men having a banter with each other. Yang expressed a smile as the blue light zapped a seventh body into the field. "Uhlman, what the fuck are you doing? Are you taking a shit or what?"

"Maybe that's what caught the mutants' attention?" One man suggested as the rest of the men laughed behind their masked faces.

"You got to be kidding me, I'm surrounded by comedians. Come on my soldiers, get moving."

The man named Uhlman spoke once more. "Yes mom."

Then one of the men pointed up to her with his flashlight lit up at her. "What the fuck? Why isn't she wearing a gas mask?"