Ruby rode alongside Arthas, looking around.
"So this is Quel'thalas, the land of the High Elves?"
"Yes, Ruby. Tell me, what do you think of it?"
Ruby closed her eyes, letting her senses flow.
"There is much life here, my lord. There is so much left to burn…"
"Yes, there is. In fact, there is a town to the south, I want you to take a small detachment of ghouls and Death Knights to gather reinforcements."
"Of course, my king."
Ruby broke off, riding with the other two as the ghouls followed behind.
"Leave no one unraised. Even the children will have their use."
They swept through the town like a tempest, tearing down doors and burning buildings. As Ruby walked into one building, a white haired man lunged at her, held in his hand was a crooked dagger, made from a green metal.
Ruby caught the hand, and started to pump flames through his body, he looked over at a corner.
"Velann, take your sister and run!"
Two people ran past her, both women, Ruby launched a ball of fire at them, only for a sheet of ice to rise in its way. She briefly saw one girl stagger, apparently the source of the spell.
The man died, beautiful green flames licking at the end of the bones, bereft of skin or flesh.
Ruby reached down to pick up the green dagger. She studied it for a moment, before sheathing it. She would be keeping it, because it was interesting.
With a careless gesture and a bit of will, the skeleton rose to follow after her. It grabbed a sword from the ground nearby, where one of the village's defenders had fallen and been raised as a ghoul.
Ruby burst down the next house's door. She searched briefly before finding a woman in huddling in a corner, hugging her two children.
"Come on, let's play a game."
Flames licked at the edge of the scythe.
"It's called, "Which do you like more?".
An hour past quickly. Ruby looked over the remnants of the village. She searched briefly through it for any more corpses to raise. She then clicked her fingers, lighting the remaining houses. After she was done here, all that would remain would be ash.
You are needed.
She turned to the new soldiers she had created, "Come on, let's go."
-X Line Break X-
Ruby grunted as she was sent flying back, gripping the glaive again.
"Should we take a rest, Deathlord?"
"No!"
Blake had fought her to a standstill, Blake, a first year student! If it had been anyone higher they could have won that fight.
"Deathlord, we have been at this for the last six hours, and Velann had something she wanted to speak to you about."
"Velann can wait! AGAIN!"
She threw herself forward, bringing her blade against Trollbane and ducking under Trol'kalar.
The absurdity of naming your weapons the same thing in two different languages was one of the things Sally and her agreed on.
Ruby grit her teeth, she had gotten too complacent, rarely going out to fight unless she needed to abate the Endless Hunger. That was unacceptable, she had reached her rank because of her skill in combat, Bolvar had called her to Icecrown because of her skill. She was a weapon, and she had let herself get dull.
How long would it take to whip herself back into shape? How long would she go without sleep? A month, or two?
She didn't want to have to resort to Crescent Rose unless it was absolutely necessary, the cursed blade of her beloved scythe was too dangerous for a regular fight.
Perhaps she would go back to her original Runeblade, modified and enhanced to a level beyond any other, except for Frostmourne, Shadowmourne and Felo'melorn.
It had been through Ruby's constant tinkering with her own blade, (reforging it with stronger metals, using it against powerful beings that had magic in their very flesh, using different forging techniques and different materials and magics with each reforge) that they had discovered how to let Death Knights of the third generation and beyond change their weapon.
Ruby rolled with the blow as she was sent flying again.
If the Scourge was somehow on Remnant, Ruby couldn't afford to be slacking, every moment not spent training the students put under her mentorship would be spent either training with the best the Ebon Blade had, or reading through tomes.
"Again!"
"Deathlord…"
"I said, again!"
"Ruby? What happened to your clothes?" Tai said. Zwei barked from the feet of her family. They all were there, with concern and love on their faces.
Ruby turned, seeing her family's faces, "What are you doing here?"
Then she took in what he said, and looked down at the torn clothing.
"Just been training, don't worry about it. So, what's up?"
"We know."
"About me and Blake? I'm really sorry about that, how is she by the way?"
"She's recovering well kiddo, but no that's not what we mean."
"About torturing the White Fang member? Listen we-"
"-Can deal with that latter. Why didn't you tell us about Azeroth?"
Ruby froze, and she was sure that, had she been alive, her heart would have been thundering in her throat.
"How?"
"Velann."
Of course, of fucking course Velann would be the one to screw her over. Velann always seemed to think she knew what was best because she was a couple centuries older than Ruby.
Well, Velann hadn't been the one who stopped Arthas, had she? She didn't cling to a massive dragon's back as it flew to end the world, or made sure that Anduin didn't run off and get himself killed.
"Really."
"Ruby-"
"Here to condemn me for what I did?"
"No we-"
"Are here to pity me? I don't need that either, go see Blake if you are looking for someone to feel sorry for."
"We just want to talk!"
"So talk. I'll continue to train while you do." Ruby sneered at them.
Despite their insistence, Ruby knew they would judge her, she could count the non-death knights who hadn't judged her on one hand.
Weiss, Anduin, and Illidan.
Ruby turned to the Four, "Nazgrim, your turn!"
Nazgrim looked at Tirion who shook his head, the traitor.
"We are needed elsewhere, Deathlord."
Of course they were.
She turned back to her family, "Fine, let's talk."
-X LINE BREAK X-
Yang sat outside Acherus after the discussion, thinking it over.
Ruby had leapt at every occasion to assume they thought the worst of her, defending her actions when there was no need.
"I need to apologize for her." a voice spoke from behind her.
It was one of the four who had been there when they arrived, grey hair and a beard framed a face weathered by age. He had clearly been an old man when he died.
"Ruby has had a hard life. Too often have people judged her for what she does, not what she gives."
"Who are you?"
"Tirion Fordring, it's nice to meet you, Yang."
"The Paladin from Light's Hope?"
"I'm not much of a Paladin anymore, but yes, that was me."
"Thank you."
"Don't thank me, I was too slow to stop Ruby from getting into this mess."
Silence stretched between them, before Yang asked him a question.
"What did you mean before? About Ruby being judged for what she does, and not what she gives?"
"At some point along the way, Ruby made a decision that there was no sacrifice too high, and no depth too low, to save everything."
"Why?"
"She held back when she was fighting Arthas. He'd been her friend, and she didn't want to kill him. That cost her her life."
Yang flinched at that, while there was a massive weight off her to know that she hadn't failed her sister (something her and Ruby would be having a long talk about), it hurt in a completely different way to know that Ruby had died convinced that, even had she survived, she would never see them again.
"But she hurt Blake!"
"You must remember, to Ruby, the Scourge coming back is the greatest nightmare she could imagine. She spent nine years as a monster because of them. And from what I've heard, a Scourge invasion on Remnant would be significantly worse than the one on Azeroth."
"Why? I get that your guy's world was different than our but-"
"It would attract Grimm."
What? Grimm weren't attracted to death, they were attracted to negative emotions, like anger, or-
"-Fear," Yang breathed out. Of course, Grimm were attracted to fear, and there was little scarier than the dead standing back up to form an army to kill everyone.
How many times had Ruby slept in Yang's room after watching a zombie movie when they were younger?
The Huntsmen would be left fighting a war on two fronts, and they were barely starting to push back the one they were currently fighting even with Atlas's developments.
"Even worse, there is no Lich King."
"Why?"
"Without the Lich King, the Scourge is free to do what it would, and all but a few members want to see all worlds burn."
"There are members who don't?"
"Well, I am here, am I not?"
"You?"
"I was raised to serve Bolvar Fordragon, the third Lich King. With him dead, I decided to serve the highest ranking member of the Scourge."
"Ruby?"
"Yes."
"But, she left the Scourge, you helped free her."
"She rejoined it temporarily. When the Legion invaded, Bolvar offered her the full support and weapons of the Scourge if she did so. That is why we refer to her as Deathlord, we do not serve the Ebon Blade, if a new Lich King- or Queen- was named we would serve them."
"Is that possible?"
"Yes."
Yang checked the time, "I need to go, thanks for explaining all this to me."
"If you ever have questions, don't hesitate to ask."
-X LINE BREAK X-
Blake shifted, trying to get comfortable in the hospital bed she was seated in.
She was going to be released later today, if they could find Ruby, who had apparently been put in charge of her medical care since she didn't give a parent or guardian when she signed up at Beacon.
While Blake was pretty sure that the Beacon teachers could have gotten her out of here if they wanted to, but they apparently wanted Ruby and Blake to talk about what happened.
Blake felt a rush of guilt as she thought about her friend. The medical reports had made it clear that Ruby hadn't been aiming to maim Blake during their fight, the burns were minor, though unnaturally painful.
Blake compared that with the last image she had of Ruby, staggering around blind, listening to voices nobody could hear to find her lost arm.
She hoped that Ruby's ability to heal would extend that far, she didn't think she could face Yang if she had crippled her little sister.
A gentle knocking came from the doorway, "How are you doing Kitten?"
Blake rolled her eyes, of course Yang would start calling her something like- YANG!
Blake looked over to where her partner was leaning against the door, wearing a dress, another draped over her arm.
"What are you doing here?"
She had been insistent that Yang not be allowed to see her, at least until she could get everything settled with Ruby.
"We're here to pick you up!"
"We?"
"Yeah, Ruby's finishing up the paperwork now!"
"Is she alright?"
"Depends, physically she's fine, but she's also really angry at Velann, and grumbling about Weiss dragging us out to some fancy Atlesian restaurant as a 'team building exercise'."
"I'm glad to hear that."
Blake felt relief flood her, Ruby was ok.
"Come on, let's get you changed, I've got a lot to tell you while that happens."
As Yang helped Blake change out of her medical scrubs, she chattered away, giving Blake the quick rundown of what she missed, before launching into the parts she liked the most as they walked to the front desk.
"-so they're all standing there in the Fel Hammer, the portal is closed, and Altruis goes 'well fuck, what do we do now?'. Darion takes temporary control of the Ebon Blade back, Vandel takes charge of the Illidari, and everyone is sweating bullets because they just lost two of Azeroth's greatest heroes in Legion territory. Two days later, a portal opens up, and spits Ruby and Illidan, covered in demon blood, out on the floor. Then Ruby leans over, kissed him on the cheek, and says 'We should do that again sometime', and walks off!"
Blake rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, "Somehow, I doubt that was all true."
"That's because it isn't, first, Illidan was the one covered in blood, I just had one of my hands coated in the stuff. Second, it was on the lips, thus starting the months long struggle to figure out how to do that without cutting myself on his teeth."
Ruby was sitting in a seat in the waiting area, reading a book and chuckling.
"Oh, Illidan, what were you doing?"
"Whatcha reading there sis?"
"'The Emerald Dream: Fact or Carefully Planned Out Farce Perpetrated By My Brother' by Illidan Stormrage."
"Really?" Blake deadpanned.
"Yeah, I'll lend it to you after, It's a pretty good read, if you ignore the occasional rant about how superior Illidan was to Malfurion."
"No thanks."
"Suit yourself, come on, Weiss is waiting for us.
As they walked out of the hospital, Blake noticed something. Ruby had the faint smell of hair dye on her.
-X LINE BREAK X -
"Wizards of the Kirin Tor! I am Arthas, first of the Lich King's death knights! I demand that you open your gates and surrender to the might of the Scourge!"
Ruby watched as an old man stood atop Dalaran's walls, she recognized him from Jaina's stories, Antonidas, Archmage, and leader of the Kirin Tor.
If there was anyone out there who could stop Arthas it would be him.
"Greetings, Prince Arthas. How fares your noble father?"
Ruby could feel the sarcasm from that question.
"Lord Antonidas. There's no need to be snide."
Was it just her, or had Arthas sounded guilty when he said that?
"And you, Ruby Rose! Both Jaina and Kael'thas had such high hopes for you, they begged me to allow you safe passage into the city when this started. Instead you use the lesson they gave you to lay waste to thousands of lives, destroying Kael'thas home!"
"I'll repay them for their lessons when they too serve the Lich King!"
Jaina, Kael, I'm sorry.
Finally the elderly mage locked eyes with the Kel'thuzad, "Nothing to say to your old colleague, Antonidas?"
"I have nothing to say to you traitor!"
He turned back to Arthas, "We've prepared for your coming, Arthas. My brethren and I have erected auras that will destroy any undead that pass through them!"
"Your petty magics will not stop me, Antonidas."
"Pull your troops back, or we will be forced to unleash our full powers against you! Make your choice, death knight."
Antonidas disappeared, teleporting away into the heart of the city.
"I sense that three separate wizards are maintaining these auras. If you find and kill them, the auras will disperse." spoke up Kel'thuzad.
"Then let us get to work."
-X LINE BREAK X -
The city burned as the mage and Death Knight clashed.
Flames, brilliant red and ghostly green smashed into each other above them, as blade and staff clashed below.
Rhonin felt sweat cover his body, though from the heat or exhaustion he did not know.
How was this girl standing up to him? He had fought off demons before, during the War of the Ancients!
He launched blast after blast of fire at her, each and every one was met with a retaliatory blast.
He needed to finish this, quickly, he could feel Antonidas fighting, the blizzards the Archmage was throwing around couldn't be missed.
He ducked under another sweep of the scythe, fire trailing in its wake, and smashed the butt of his staff, sheathed in fire, into the girl's stomach.
The girl shrieked, skittering back as the flames ate at her flesh.
So they didn't like fire, good to know.
"Little girls really shouldn't play with fire, they might get burned!"
Then the girl raised her hand and brought it down, and flames rained from the sky.
"Or we could burn someone else!" her voice was sweet, full of faux-innocence.
As Rhonin fired down what he could, and dodged what he couldn't, he felt Antonidas stop casting, wha-?
"Do I have too? I'm in the middle of playing with someone!"
What was that girl talking about?
"Ok, fine, I'm coming."
The girl waved her hand at a wall, searing something into it, before creating a ring of fire around Rhonin.
Then she wandered off. After the flames dispersed, Rhonin looked at the wall, burned in it, in large blocky letter were two words.
'KILL ME'
-X LINE BREAK X-
Weiss looked around the table where her team sat, eating. It was like a tension she had not noticed until that point had been lifted.
Ruby was reciting complex equations from memory, drawing them out on a napkin for Weiss's benefit.
While Weiss was appreciative of her friend's attempt to teach her these things, Weiss was never the best at physics, despite her father hiring the best tutors money could buy.
It was enough for her to pass her classes, but 'the exact formula for creating a ball of fire in close proximity to yourself in a wind storm without being burned' was a bit too much.
It made sense that Ruby would love this stuff. Both weapons engineering and sniping involved large amounts of variables and equations. Even before her disappearance, Ruby had been near the top of the class in mathematics, her grade being hampered by her dislike of homework.
Yang had tuned out Ruby long ago, having plugged a pair of headphones into her scroll while she waited for the food to get there.
Blake meanwhile, was hanging off every word Ruby was saying, and asking questions about it. The conversation went over Weiss's head extremely quickly. It also gave some more insight into the one that had once held the title of her most mysterious teammate.
A bottle of wine was brought out to them by a waiter, apparently complementary. Weiss was used to this, restaurants would try to impress her family in the hopes that they would come back.
As Ruby poured a glass the liquid glowed slightly, normally a sign of Dust being added to it in some way. Ruby paused, before bringing the cup to her nose and inhaling.
"A tip. When you attempt to poison someone's friends, don't use a poison they designed."
"I don't know what you mean, Ma'am!"
"Don't lie to me. I made this poison, I bet you don't even know what it does."
Ruby stalked around the waiter, the glass still held in her hand.
"This poison causes the rapid onset of necrosis once it enters the bloodstream, within two painful hours of the time of administration, major organs start to fail. After that point the necrotic energy left behind is immediately used to bring the corpse back." Ruby stopped in front of the man, holding out the cup, "Would you like a drink?"
"Ruby, don't do this again!" Blake stood up, gently pushing Ruby's hand downward.
"He just tried to kill you, Blake."
"I know, it's fine, this isn't the first time someone tried to poison me."
What? Someone had attempted to poison Blake before? Was it because of her work with the White Fang or something else?
The man spoke out, "I'm telling the truth! Please, I was told to bring this out by someone else!"
"If that is true… then you would have no problem pointing them out to me, right?"
"Yes! Come with me!"
They disappeared into the back room.
-X LINE BREAK X-
"I'd be a lot more careful about where you plan these things."
Sylvanas turned, alongside the Dreadlords, to look at Ruby.
Oh, how Sylvanas hated the girl, with her childlike glee at butchering innocent lives for Arthas. When her betrayal came, she would enjoy firing the arrow that ended the silver eyed girl's life.
If, she had a chance to perform her betrayal.
"Here to spy on us, are you?"
"If I was, you wouldn't have known I was here in the first place. No, I'm just here to warn you that the Lich King has eyes and ears everywhere, and you might want to rethink where you have these meetings."
"Are you not one of the Lich King's servants, you serve him so loyally, almost like a pet."
"Normally, yes, but I have managed to gather enough energy to slip my leash for a few minutes, to ask you a favor."
"What favor could I possibly give you?"
"One day, if you get to pull off this betrayal and survive, and have a clear shot, take it."
"You wish for me to kill you?"
"Do you think I enjoy this anymore than you do?"
Sylvanas had thought that, she never had any reason to believe otherwise, since she first saw Ruby knee deep in still warm bodies.
"Very well."
It was fine, there was no need to diverge from her plan.
Velvet turned at the sound, it was like a strange combination of a whimper of pain, and a feral growl.
"Yats, did you hear that?"
Yatsuhashi turned around cocking an ear.
The noise came again, growing in intensity, allowing Velvet to locate its point of origin.
It was coming from a room nearby, one that Velvet lead to the room where they kept Grimm for Port's class.
Velvet opened the door, looking in. Curled up on the floor was Ruby, convulsions raking her body. Ruby opened her mouth, and something that Velvet didn't want to know spilled from her lips.
Yatsuhashi pushed Velvet out of the way, rushing to the girl's side.
"She's having a seizure!"
"No… Fucking… Shit…"
Velvet blinked, Ruby was talking? Weren't people supposed to lose all control when they had a seizure?
She expressed the question aloud, and Yatsuhashi shook his head, "Don't believe everything you see on television, Vel."
"Open… the fucking… cages…"
"What?"
"Gotta… Kill Grimm…"
"What are you talking about! We need to get you to the hospital!"
"Won't help."
Velvet looked over at the release switch, which Ruby seemed to be desperately trying to crawl towards as she spasmed.
Making her decision Velvet ran over to the switch and slammed it down.
The minute the first Grimm, an Ursa, stepped out, Ruby was upon it. It was less like watching a human fight a Grimm, and more like watching a predator rip apart its prey.
Fingers dug into the bone plate covering the beast's face, and with inhuman strength, slowly started to tear it off.
The Grimm roared, thrashing around as it attempted to throw Ruby off. The young woman laughed and gripping on harder.
As she tore the bone plate from the flesh a King Taiju rose up behind her. Velvet moved forward, ready to stop it, only to stop as Ruby span and used bone as an impromptu guillotine.
Yatsuhashi discreetly backed up, standing slightly in front of Velvet, as the younger woman seemed to lose all reason.
Grimm after Grimm attempted to attack Ruby, and each was torn apart in turn. Organs were torn from their proper home, Grimm were hoisted into the air and torn in two, and all the while Ruby carried on a mad, unstable laugh.
Eventually, she started to settle down, huffing gently, and turned to look at them.
"Sorry about that, I avoid it when I can."
She pushed past them, out of the room.
"You look different, Illidan. I guess the Skull of Gul'dan didn't agree with you."
'So this, is the infamous Illidan Stormrage', thought Anub'arak as he looked at the being before him.
His entire skin looked to be almost chitinous in appearance, his arms ended in claws, his feet were cloven, horns sprouted from his head and wings from his back.
The beast threw back its head and laughed, "On the contrary, I have never felt better. In a way, I suppose I should thank you for my present state, Arthas."
"Show your appreciation by stepping out of the way, then. The Frozen Throne is mine, demon. Step aside. Leave this world and never return. If you do, I'll be waiting."
"We both have our masters, boy. Mine demands the destruction of the Frozen Throne. It would seem we are at odds."
A sneer split the face of the young prince, "I don't have time to deal with this. Ruby, deal with the Night Elf! Anub'arak, assist her!"
Illidan rushed forward, only to be stopped as a flaming scythe whirled into his path.
Anub'Arak noticed Arthas slip through the gap in the doors before they slid shut.
"Didn't you hear Arthas? If you wish to stop him, you need to fight your way through us."
Illidan flew into the air as fire burst from the scythe in a spiral, before flying back towards the girl at Anub'arak's side.
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in the Traitor King's side, and he looked down.
'Where had that dagger come from?'
And then fire consumed him.
Kael'thas rushed alongside Vashj to where he felt Illidan clashing with someone else.
Maiev was on their tail again, and they needed to leave.
He stopped as he saw the two of them.
'Is that Ruby?'
The girl was matching Illidan blow for blow, a scythe, missing some of it's handle, in one hand, while a dagger sat in the other.
There was a burning Nubarian off to the side, and the battlefield was scored with arcs of fire.
As he watched the fight, Kael'thas couldn't suppress the pride as he watched his student fight.
She was using every trick in the book to keep up with the half demon, spikes of bone burst from the ground whenever Illidan landed, and when he stayed in the air torrents of fire lashed at his wings.
Corpses stood and charged at Illidan as one of the spikes successful dug into his legs.
"ENOUGH!"
An explosion of Fel fire burst from the Illidan, shattering the bone and burning the corpses.
Ruby slammed her scythe into the ground, and flames came up, like the maw of a dragon, to consume Illidan.
The half demon burst from the flames, the edge of his blindfold on fire as he clashed with Ruby again.
Lady Vashj spoke out, "Lord Illidan, the Warden approaches, we must leave!"
Illidan grit his teeth in rage, "How long do we have?"
"Minutes at best."
"That won't be enough time to open a portal to Outland!"
A new voice spoke up, "Is this Warden a Night Elf?"
They looked at Ruby, who had a look of hope on her face.
"Yes."
"I'll hold her off, you get out of here."
She stepped forward, pressing a finger against Illidan's chest, "Stop Arthas, no matter what it takes, no matter who you have to work with, make sure he doesn't win."
She looked over at Kael'thas, "Kael, I'm sorry."
She yanked the scythe out of the ice, and started to walk towards the figure in the distance.
Kael'thas stepped forward, a hand stretched out, "Ruby! We'll come back-"
"Kael," Ruby turned to look at him, a heartbreaking smile on her lips, "Don't make promises you can't keep."
Kael felt a rush of self loathing as the girl walked away. He hadn't been able to save Quel'thalas, or Dalaran, or even one little girl.
How could he help stop Arthas and the Legion if he couldn't even do that?
Anduin toyed with the locket, in it were three portraits, one of his father, one of his mother, and one of the only ones Ruby ever allowed to be made of herself.
He remembered the first time he spoke to the Death Knight, having been captured by the Horde on Pandaria, only for the woman to walk into the camp and butcher them all. Then, strangely enough, she made no attempts to force him back to Stormwind, preferring to lurk in the shadows and eliminate any threats that attacked him.
When he had asked her about it, she had responded that he would never grow up if he didn't make mistakes.
Pain stabbed out from his leg, and his grip on his cane tightened, he had learned that lesson well at the hands of Garrosh.
Khadgar and Kalecgos were focused on keeping the engine, powered by a Naaru and a shard of the Vision of Time from shutting down. Yrel was focused on keeping on the ship on track alongside the other Draenei sent with her.
Ruby had given everything for Azeroth, now it was time for them to give something for her.
Ruby grunted as she was slammed against the wall, shackles locking around her arms and legs as the blindfold wrapped around her head.
"Our king to allow me to use you for my experiments as punishment for your betrayal."
Ruby didn't say anything, she wouldn't give Kel'thuzad the satisfaction.
"We'll be getting to know each other rather well."
She heard the lich pick something up.
"Let's get started, shall we? We'll start by figuring out to heal up that injury that you gave Arthas."
Pain spread as the knife slipped into Ruby chest and was brought down, then her breastbone was split open and something was torn from her chest, at the same time, in the shadowlands, a shade sug a knife into her soul
Ruby hung from the chains, how long had she been there?
She had lost track a long time ago.
The door opened, and Ruby squinted as the blindfold was taken off. Her the shackles fell off and she fell upon the Acolytes that fread her, tearing them to pieces.
Kel'thuzad held up a needle.
"The Lich King has decided to allow you another chance with a new group he has formed, and I have decided to leave you with a parting gift."
Ruby felt the familiar feeling of a needle biting into her upper eyelid, and vision disappeared from her left eye.
"Come along, it's time to meet your comrades, you know one of them."
Ruby followed along, adjusting to walking for the first time in a while.
"We've been quite busy over the last two years." Well, that answered one question.
As she walked into the room, she stared at the group.
She didn't recognize two of them but she definitely recognized the third.
He had started to bald since she last saw him, and had picked up a massive sword.
"Hello Ruby."
"Hello Alexandros."
The Pale Horsewoman met the eyes of the Red.
