Chapter Ten
Nothing
Pyrrha ran without checking her surroundings, far more concerned with her collapsed Commander. The bleak landscape around her merged seamlessly as she continued on autopilot and barely stopped long enough to confirm Ruby still took breath and had a pulse. Any attempts to transfuse even a fraction of her Aura into her clashed against her network, her shields absolutely destroyed in Krios's explosive death.
It wasn't until her third rest stop, frantically wishing she'd ask for Ruby to share a piece of her Aura to help their return to their fortress, she spotted the moving shadow that followed her every step. It didn't immediately attack her but it also made no effort to conceal itself once glared at, simply writhing in a thick smoke a fair distance away. Left with little choice but to accept her secondary shadow, she confirmed Ruby's slowly healing wounds and steadying breath before settling her against her chest and leaping back off towards their home.
What Ruby did to that Titan terrified her on a primal level, watching in mounting horror as she ravaged his body in search of the polymorphism. Not for his safety or the magnitude of pain she inflicted on him, but the effects the process extolled on her. The side effect of immortality didn't register for her, a rather unfortunate side effect of taking this energy source to prolong her existence without even potentially healing her, locking her in permanent suffering with no hope of death to cut it short. Witnessing his eyes glow with the same intensity as Night's made her take several large steps back and start to worry for her partner. The following explosion singed Ruby without even stopping at her shields, ripping through them with terrific ease yet she managed to stow her panic long enough to catch her on the way down.
She could only guess the gamma radiation from his domains shredded through the comparatively puny shields but couldn't do much more beyond burn her skin. Horrifically so, though even compared to their usual enhanced Aura healing, they were already closing over with freshly regenerated pink skin. That gave her a little hope this escapade didn't cripple her leader more than normal and she surged more Aura into her body, the cloud of dust behind them increasing in size.
The dark miasma continued following her even as she cleared the burgeoning walls of their expanded area, slinking around it entirely. Releasing her hold on her metallic shard ball to create a trailing tail, she bypassed the fortress and ran down to the river, stepping into the shallows Phlegethon created for them to bathe and drink from. The freezing semifluid didn't register against her as she set Ruby down and kneeled right beside her. Taking the utmost care to remove the outer layer of her clothing with shaking fingers, she inspected every injury as the waters went to work healing her. A few Cyclops approached them to check in with them yet she waved them away, keeping vigil. Even in her unconscious state, Ruby betrayed nothing on her facial features.
Curious. Her metal shards snapped into formation without her command, separating into a thin dome to encompass her and her charge. Their Cyclops audience squawked in terror and ran for the fortress, leaving them to the oppressive voice they met earlier. It didn't slink and slither into her ears like the Lord of the Abyss to ignite her worst fears and leave her insane but instead weighed on her very existence until she understood she was an insignificant speck of light in the grand universe.
If only Yang hadn't restructured the life philosophy of Beacon's Hunters to embrace optimistic nihilism.
"Lady Night." She offered peacefully, shuffling slightly to keep the tall woman in her sight. She loomed over them in her immortal form. Compared to the vastness of her domain pressing on her, her size meant nothing, her humongous wings shuddering in small waves to streak the land around them in shadows and scatter glittering starlight in blinding particles. "I offer sanctuary in our humble abode."
She waved her words aside, shrinking into a form to match hers and join her in the shallows. The river pulse around her ankles, shying away comically and leaving her dry, though that was the wrong term as the waters couldn't make anything wet like its conventional counterpart. I do not need guest rights, mortal, and neither am I a Lady. Pyrrha observed the strange phenomenon as Phlegethon attempted to give the protogenoi space while keeping in contact with Ruby.
"Unfortunately, this language lacks a gender-neutral pronoun so unless you're hiding something under that dress, you're a woman." Pyrrha bit back, shuffling Ruby to rest on her lap and prying apart her eyes, shuddering at the black voids peeking back at her but satisfied as they moved back and forth rapidly. She turned back to her guest, discarding the metallic shards separating them. "Why are you here, Night?"
You quaked in fear mere moments ago at my presence. The shadows along her wings crept along the still shallows and wrapped around Pyrrha possessively, taking umbrage to her nonchalant attitude. The oppressive void of the universe clamped down on her again, her bronzed skin disappearing under the tendrils of twinkling stardust. Hmmm, maybe I'll keep you for myself.
"I was claimed long ago by both her and her sister." Nyx did not comment on her continued avoidance of naming anyone. After their previous encounters with Tartarus, and Phlegethon's refusal to name them to go as far as to scribble their names in the sand to avoid speaking their names out loud, she wasn't risking even mentioning Ruby, or Neo for that matter, on the kinda high chance a black hole would open up and consume everything.
Pyrrha didn't mind the dark tendrils snaking across her body, unable to find the fear within her to shy away from the vast nothingness attempting to crush her sense of worth. Ruby's crushing sense of the void was a bit different as if she embodied truly nothing, revealing nothing about her emotions or objectives while Nyx's void held the trace of colossal stars, nebulas, and the quiet singularities; a sense of truly nothing and endless abyss without the taint of raw struggle Tartarus exuded, versus the sense of being dwarfed by the enormity of the universe. The first one was almost comforting in that Ruby cared nothing for her other than what she made of it, always a blank slate ready for orders. That comfort came with Ruby, knowing she couldn't judge her as a person and looked at what she did instead, and that everyone was beneath her equally.
Not even Blake got preferential treatment with her.
The dark shadows comforted her, pleasantly cooling her from the toxic air, Nyx seemingly aware of their effect and leaving her blanket draped over her shoulders. Shame, though your partner here is much more than a simple mortal. Pyrrha arched an eyebrow at her analysis, keeping a firm grip on her Commander lest she slip into the deep end. She was the one thing she had in this prison and she wasn't about to let her go. Tartarus almost came close to taking from her yet she had sought that challenge specifically, only appearing on Nyx's radar due to a misunderstanding with her admittedly sorta adorable Beowolf pack.
Yeah, she somehow inherited Ruby's broken danger radar.
"Yes, I've had my suspicions about her since we first met, yet you still haven't answered my question Night." The metal sphere disintegrated and wrapped around Nyx's limbs in a mirror to how the shadows clung to herself and, much like she did, she did not react to the threat they posed to her form. Unlike Pyrrha however, her body didn't constrain her domains and riddling it full of shrapnel only guaranteed her wrath whenever she returned.
Careful mortal. The shadows on her tightened with the faint disintegration of a nebula detonating in the far distance, Pyrrha bolstering her shields from the effort she put in to resist it. Nyx toyed with one of the strands keeping her bound in place, rendering it apart with a screech of a collapsing supergiant star. You may amuse me but remember your place.
Pyrrha snorted at her threat, manipulating a shard to slice across her palm to reveal the bright crimson lifeblood. "I've died before, Night, yet I'm still here. You are strong, strong enough to obliterate me without straining yourself, but don't threaten me. I've stared down beings like you my entire life and pressed on, and you won't change that."
The very darkness shuddered at her retort, the tendrils keeping her chained tightening to the point her shields buckled and she felt the tension on her muscles and bones stop just shy of grinding them into dust. The darkness under her control swallowed the light from the river and she reached out with her Semblance to Crescent Rose to keep Ruby pinned in the shallows. That much she could do as Nyx lifted her sharply into the air and held her aloft, the shadows creeping up to tighten around her neck and leave her wordless. Her life didn't matter in Ruby's plans as she was just another mouth to feed and another body to manage in this prison, and she needed her companionship far more.
Tartarus terrified her for no other reason than her only other reference for a similar being was Neo, a relatively benign entity that pranked them more often than released unspeakable horrors. And, of course, fear for Ruby's life as the woman had no sense of self-preservation and enjoyed challenging anything she deemed a threat to her continued existence.
Her sanity be damned.
Did it make her a hypocrite after chewing out Ruby? Sure.
Did she particularly care? Not in the slightest.
Still aware of the thousands of metal shards under her control just out of vision and collapsed them inward on the invisible humanoid figure they wrapped around, only to move far too easily and go flying everywhere in a hail of deadly particles. The darkness meanwhile encroached around her entirely, leaving her blind and chained in the nothingness with a cruel laugh echoing faintly in the distance.
A bright wash of sickly green and vibrant orange clouds washed over her, hundreds of thousands of stars winking into existence, bright balls of light cast near the edges of the universe to dampen the crushing weight of the dark. The seeping cold crept into her limbs slowly, drastically draining her shields until she shivered violently to the point her teeth chattered in the empty void but curiously, the sound didn't reach her ears.
A great strip of massive rocks swarmed her next, truly dwarfing her and even Nyx's taller form until she hung among a highway of planet destroyers, each of them large enough to put Yang's Supernova to shame with nothing but kinetic energy. Titanic collisions deafened her, Nyx keeping a sliver of atmosphere around them to leave her breathing and transmit sound. An intensely familiar star peeked from behind her, bathing her in sunlight but didn't offer a single ounce of warmth.
Another clash of the rocks made her wish she had any Aura left to plug her ears, watching in mounting horror as even more rocks and dust spiraled together, slowly coming together to form a planetoid of molten lava spinning daintily in the vast void of space. Hundreds upon thousands of centuries passed in the blink of an eye, seven other planets forming together with this one to form the Sol system Remnant spun in.
The satellite of Remnant smashed into the planet but instead of shattering into the familiar shattered moon hanging perpetually in tidally locked orbit, it reformed into a slightly smaller complete satellite, dumping excess mass onto the planet and then returning to the skies.
Continents shifted and groaned under her watch, a great pain thrumming through her body and leaving her weakened in Nyx's constant hold. Each pass the planet made around the sun tore another sliver of energy from her, only to slam it back and supercharge her shields until her network screamed to release the excess threatening to rupture her coils. It abated when the planet moved away from her, the cycle beginning anew time and time again, over and over, all the while she floated, watching in agony as the continents shifted, lava abated, ice grew, and greenery covered the surface.
Only for the star to begin burning bright and grow steadily, the warm orange light turning down and shifting into an angry red, eclipsing the first two planets and then detonating in a cataclysmic explosion to send metric tons of stardust flinging into the far corners of the galaxy. She lost all of her hearing after that, clamping her eyes down shut to preserve what was left of her sight. The heat washed over her, melting the icicles hanging from her hair and scorching her skin.
What remained of the star settled into a compact white sphere that barely gave off any heat or warmth, the remaining planets slowly cooling into balls of ice and spiraling into the aether with the mass of the original dissipating into a fraction and unable to keep them bound.
She hung there in the darkening void, unable to stop watching as everything sped up, millennia passing her by in slow minutes, the gradual light of the stars far away disappearing one after the other until the last light of a distant star faded into oblivion and the weight of Nyx's existence crushed her, finally truly understanding, even just slightly, the domain of Night and the Cosmos in the loosest sense imaginable. To hold this vast entirety in her control, and only show her part of it, completely eclipsed whatever Salem and Ozpin could throw around on a whim.
For wherever a shadow existed in the absence of light, so too did Night.
The darkness eventually receded to reveal she hadn't moved more than a foot from her place in the shallows, dropping back into the water. Her polarity control managed to survive the mind-numbing experience, keeping her charge in place and allowing Phlegethon to heal her. Time meant nothing to the illusion as the painful hours trapped in her domain came out to a few minutes, Ruby looking marginally healthy but with still large burns across her body. The shadows binding her rushed back into her wings and they spread out to stretch across the fortress.
Your mind hasn't snapped, how pleasantly surprising. Nyx lifted her chin up to stare down at her, finding the ever present spark of life in her now dull green eyes. Pyrrha blinked through the haze of her ordeal, finding the towering protogenoi standing over her threateningly with quasars judging her very soul. The true weight of them drilled deep into her and she mustered the last remaining willpower keeping her together, summoning Miló into her hand and thrusting forward and up.
Her blade sank deep into Nyx's chest but where she expected either gold or crimson blood to flow from the wound, a black mist seeped along the blade. Instead of gasping for breath, Nyx chuckled with the explosion of a hundred stars, wrenching the weapon from her chest. "Do… not… hurt… her…" She managed to stutter out before consciousness evaded her, collapsing lifelessly at her feet and mercy.
The protogenoi paid her no mind, already having dealt out the punishment for her folly of daring to challenge her, making it through in mostly one piece. What mystified her, was her loyalty to the unconscious partner laying defenseless under her care. Her simple inquiry into her mortality resulted in torturing the other curiosity with the creation of this planet, feeling her mind crumble with each passing second until she thought she had reduced her to a simpering mass fit for her brother's Pit. Surprise, surprise, when she managed to stab her with a blade she easily identified as mortal steel, yet somehow still injured her instead of passing right through her.
Admirable, coming to her partner's defense and then withstanding the weight of her solar system on her consciousness. Foolish, incredibly foolish, but admirable all the same. Especially given she partially understood standing against her meant almost certain death. True, she could splatter her across Tartarus with barely a thought, and prove her right, leaving her right back at where she started. Keeping their names from her purview protected them for the time being, not willing to tangle without scraping whatever information they could from her when instead they could've groveled and made themselves subservient.
Amusing for the short while, but ultimately futile. Her children already grated on her and she couldn't help but love them.
Still, they both deserved at least another passing glance, both of their blood red enough to paint her stars. The redhead warrior, for now, slumbered fitfully, reacting to the threat she posed without being able to stand, hand searching for the weapon she threw aside. The other, with her challenge to first Tartarus, and then her control over her lesser children, piqued her curiosity even further. Never before had she seen a mortal challenge an immortal to the point they suppressed and conquered their divinity, first trashing them on the physical plane, and then utterly dominating their domain with an unknown energy source to then take it for themselves.
Even without entering her consciousness to witness the havoc the stolen divinity wrought, she felt the reverberations along her sister's string of fate, a knot twisting and marking a change in the universal timeline. And that, more than anything, made this one different from all the others she'd ever met. Her siblings couldn't do much more than shift Ananke's designs, yet here was this mortal, inexplicably rewriting something she spent eons on. How she couldn't wait to see her sister again after she so long ago abandoned them to play with her other timelines.
To further screw Ananke's plans, she wasn't dead yet.
Somehow, this mortal resisted succumbing to the stolen divinity before it could burn her from the inside out, the fragile shell of her body not built to handle such energy. The other energy she used to wrestle the titan down and make fade, another one for her collection of firsts, fought with the duality of a spontaneous supermassive black hole and an apocalyptic quasar. Nothing the domain of stars and constellations did could get a foothold within her body. Wrapping one wing around her and the other around her protective partner, she let the darkness overtake her form.
Shielding them from the cold of empty space, just enough to keep them alive, she moved within their claimed fortress and settled them onto a sleeping spot. The other creatures, lesser immortals with only one eye, moved from within the castle to their homes in the clearing at her presence. They didn't concern her for the moment, little subordinates these two surrounded themselves for the time being.
And time was her wayward brother afterward, and she could wait all she wanted for them to wake. She sank into the shadows and settled in, creating a protective dome around them.
Unsurprisingly, everything hurt.
Physically, the Titan of Stars and Constellations posed about the same threat as Cinder, seemingly powerful with how Phlegethon warned about him, yet easily smacked aside with Crescent Rose. Pyrrha simply not ripping him apart in his armor was an oversight she'd never let happen again, the Hunter having survived far too long in Yang's care. Fighting only Grimm for nigh on a century didn't exactly breed constant usage of her Semblance but she'd change that soon while in their new home.
Mentally, however, everything that could've gone wrong just about did.
Tearing the stars from within the Titan imploded his physical form with nothing left to hold it together and then unleashed what energy she couldn't rip from him. Though it burned intensely within her coils, the external blast tore through her shields like they weren't there, heavily scarring her and causing her pain enough it took a few precious milliseconds to register her capacity to feel it had returned. To make it worse, just before she lost consciousness to the war the stolen divinity waged on her, she sensed Night's presence skulking in the shadows.
Thrust into her mindscape, she witnessed the havoc it wrought within her, the near-infinite stars threatening to overwhelm the constrained space. First one star exploded in a supernova, followed by another, and then countless more. Each star fit into a pattern of imaginary lines, illuminating the dark confines with an utter mess of cryptographic drawings, ready to tear her apart in their bid to free themselves and return to their master.
And she was having none of it, not after Ruby obliterated just about everything and left them with a blank slate, collectively.
Exercising Salem's gift, she took hold of a few hundred stars and cast them aside, shattering a few of the constellations and sending them into the nothingness. They resisted fiercely but she was the master of herself and she'd be loath to give up any portion of control for something she didn't need. A chilling howl screamed across her mindscape with each star she sacrificed into the void, finally finding another use for her cursed soul other than quelling rebellious Grimm and Hunters.
Salem didn't quite understand what she did when she removed the sliver of divinity in her bloodline. As Ozpin's legacy, tearing that out left an empty void her body couldn't replace, physically manifesting as a loss of eyesight, but more importantly created an anomaly. Whether this rang true for other immortals or was an Ozpin and Salem specific occurrence, was something to keep an eye on, but with how Krios disappeared, she wouldn't be surprised.
What replaced the dark sky behind it wasn't the same space that filled the aether between planets and stars but the void.
It radiated absolutely nothing.
No scattered hydrogen atoms or other errant elements.
No passing gaseous clouds, no stray asteroids, no light, no dark, no time, no color, no taste, or sound.
Nothing.
With each star, her mindscape revolted, twisting in fascination as it struggled to conceptualize the new meaning she imposed on not only the divine but also on itself. Hundreds of stars disappeared with a thought, each of them emitting horrifying screeches. They still went away, the void almost greedily snatching them from her and yet somehow begging for more. Each few thousand stars marked the death of a few hundred thousand constellations and she had to shut off all her senses, totally reliant on manipulating her willpower and her Aura. Attempting to rationalize the abyss played havoc with her sensory shells, all of them stopping just short of the event horizon and returning nothing.
Not nothing like the atmosphere that her shells revealed as nothing, but a void that sucked in the energy she put into them and made her, of all people, nauseous, feeling just an unending and terrifying no-space that started and continued to grow.
She couldn't stop, the fragment of divinity rebelling unless suppressed by the void and threatening to overtake her. Acting only on instinct now, and still in search of what gave the Titan his immortality and polymorphism, she threw every star into the singularity, finally satisfied when the last of the constellations screamed in futility and finally left a true blissful nothing in her mindscape, the entirety of it consumed by what she invited into herself.
Though, she may have made an egregious error with her need to escape the crushing divine fragment, making her wonder just what created the immortal deities of this dimension. The personifications she could understand, somewhat, immense domains given physical bodies and consciousness. Night, along with her domain of the stars, the cosmos, and nebulas accounted for a large majority of the universe. Something as simple as manifesting herself a body was almost an afterthought for her.
Nothing remained after she sacrificed her stolen domains to the void, every tiny fragment of the divine disappearing to it and leaving her in a worse state than she started, her mindscape crumbling despite her willpower fighting to reestablish some control. She mistook the domains as side effects of immortality, the universe dictating the latter demanded the former.
Yet after stripping the stars and constellations away, she had to evolve her theory: the domains of this universe demanded an immortal to carry them. Why else would the physical concept of stars and the idea of constellations demand someone to hold them? It made no sense for an immortal to be created unless they could hold an open domain. Though, according to Neo, Ozpin and Salem took on the mantles of Creation, Choice, Knowledge, and Destruction after the death of the previous deity, becoming immortal as a byproduct.
Here, it seemed, the domains brought immortality with them, tying themselves to whatever being dared take them as a mantle and propping them up to better hold them.
Not the first mistake she ever made. Informative as to how this universe functioned compared to her old one, but futile.
It didn't matter how that process worked however as she didn't want her immortality tied to this universe. She only wanted the byproduct of the polymorphism to reverse the effects of the cursed form Neo stuck her in. Night could, in all likelihood, abandon the physical form she used to appear in, reverting to nothing but a scattered consciousness strewn about the cosmos and waiting to reform on a whim. That was what she needed to chase, not this transient immortality that clung to the concept of constellations or the physical constructs of this universe's stars.
Neo already displayed her ability to throw them into other timelines and dimensions, and she wasn't about to hedge her life on this universe.
And she suddenly had an incredibly stupid idea.
An idea that Weiss would be incredibly proud of, just long enough to praise her, and then beat her bloody.
With nothing left to give the void save for this body she couldn't get rid of, she reached inside herself and grabbed a familiar ball of crimson. Against the crawling nothing, she could visualize the dozens of scars etched into the metaphysical sphere, remnants of her time with the White Fang that split her soul in two permanently, one half dedicated to the mangled Ruby and the other to reconstructing her as Mask and Summer.
Now, fused back together into this twisted amalgamation where even she didn't know whose thoughts were whose, she offered it to the void.
It didn't ravenously eat it as she understood earlier, instead claiming it to where most would see it as hunger. Her consciousness went with it, her mindscape finally succumbing and crumbling to nonexistence with her willpower not propping it up any longer. Just before all rational thought escaped her, she left a tendril of Aura anchored to her body, latching to her network and digging in deep.
Beyond the event horizon, her mind told her she didn't exist, the tendril both stretching on for eons yet not taking anymore Aura from within her soul and also constricting to a short stub, notifying her her body was right next to her, just beyond the veil. These physics, or rather lack of, didn't play nice with her, stripped of all logical thought to mess with her sense of self. With what she already gave the void, sacrificing a titan, his domain, and his immortality, she fought back against it, carving into the immaterial existence and wrenching a form of reality into being with her willpower alone.
If she couldn't have a domain to fuel her immortality, then she'd wrestle one away from the endless abyss, tying her form to it for all eternity.
Her soul burst into a star, bringing light into this chaotic mess and imposing her designs on it. Wherever she deemed necessary, a boundary formed against the abyss, creating a pocket of reality she controlled absolutely. When she stretched far enough into the nothingness, it began to push back, some form of consciousness off in the vast distance deeming what she appropriated enough, payment for the life she offered.
She did not push for more, not after it devoured the Titan's power without a struggle. This place, this nowhere and nowhen, did not give without first taking; did not give without a fight or a tribute. This was the truth of Tartarus and this was the truth of it. Somewhere, off in the far, far distance, toiled the presence of the void, slumbering next to similar bubble realities she could only assume offered it more than she could.
That was fine with her.
She didn't want to tangle with something that dwarfed Neo without even trying, simply passively overpowering anything she'd ever sensed before.
It grated on her, not being the apex predator, but she could deal with it for this boon. Frightening, absolutely, but it also allowed her to make this her own domain and didn't react violently to her presence. She even still had her connection back to her body, a tendril of energy shooting from the star-soul hovering in the middle of the carved sphere and disappearing outside of it.
As with her mindscape, she created a few creature comforts, replicating Mountain Glenn in all of its glory and positioning it right under her watch. For now, it could sit empty, all of it just waiting for her to exert her will to change into something else. It currently sat on a massive slab of something she hesitated to label a rock, hovering spontaneously. With her supreme control over this pocket of reality, she could finally see again, a body materializing to her exact specifications.
She kept the scars, reminders of her mistakes, but fixed everything else, re-creating the human body to the best of her ability. It didn't have to be perfectly anatomically correct, all the nuances filled in with what she believed her body capable of. What mattered most, was she could feel every part of her working in harmony, no longer plagued by a lack of vision or a missing organ. Even the representation of her mental state seemed healed beyond the hack job Neo did, her soul-star pulsing a bright red with noticeably fewer scars. Where before the halves of her core joined together by a toxic pink Aura Neo herself donated, most of that receded to dance on the surface.
Replacing that was a color she thought completely dead, cursed silver daring rear its head again to taunt her. It seemed no matter which form of divinity, interdimensional travel or not, she'd never escape her bloodline. At least with Salem locked behind a literal void in a dimension that was both next to this one and also infinitely far away, she didn't have to worry about that particular vexed deity
This one that could crush her without bother, the two protogenoi waiting for her in the one she just left, and then whatever other protogenoi, titan, or god decided they wanted to screw with her.
Just the first one explained why Kaldwin didn't dare ever venture to the battlefield, or why Vacuo didn't mind her seemingly unending rule, lest she accidentally condemn the planet to this same no-place.
She didn't even mean to challenge those protogenoi but Tartarus demanded a struggle to exist within its domain and Nyx reacted to a misunderstanding. Though, her entire life revolved around the presence of some threat and then answering that threat. She could see the slippery slope her team warned her of when she first labeled the Council as a threat. Pyrrha was right, unsurprisingly, that she practically invited conflict with her mere presence. Grimm, Council, gods, and militaries all grated on her ability to protect, and she couldn't help but seek conflict with them.
Still, she knew no other way of life, always willing to evolve against her challengers.
She smiled, observing the reality she made and could call home now. While not exactly what she set out to do when hunting down a Titan, she embraced what she created. A part of her shuddered in absolute terror of what she did, moving her soul from its physical birthplace to this nothingness, yet the benefits outweighed the negatives.
The only thing she had left to do was pull Pyrrha in here.
She yanked on the tether keeping a connection to her body and let her consciousness travel back.
AN: Alright, y'all know the drill, lemme know what you all think about the chapter. I hate myself for using y'all but it's a gender-neutral term so idgaf. Also, maybe follow me on Twitter (in my profile) and keep track of me as I continue my trek into the esports world as a technical director. December is incredibly booked for me so I'll struggle releasing another chapter this month as well as potentially working on Fortune (that tiny crossover I almost completely forgot about until someone reviewed it). See? Reviews motivate me!