Mountain Glenn was as the pictures showed, a crumbling ruin of a city. Nixera looked through her scope, seeing some Grimm wandering about, not noticing them yet. "I have to ask. You're angry all the time. How come the Grimm aren't rushing us?" She asks.

"I'm learning to keep the anger in check," the Slayer responds. "Now, take point. Stick to neural talk," he orders as the 4 of them fall in line, Slayer bringing up the rear.

"I'll admit, it's weird having telepathy with these things," Daisy says to the other girls through their neural link.

"Hey, it's cool though," Nixera responds as she looks around. "Nobody can hear us. Though I think Fox has mentioned that telepathy is his Semblance."

"I think I heard a rumor," Marion adds, "That there's a girl out there who has an actual pocket dimension Semblance."

"Nice. But ours are better. I mean...we can share," Nixera chimes in. "Getting groceries has never been easier."

"Speaking, or I guess it should be thinking, of home-related things...I had an idea I wanted to run by you 2. What if I sold the house?" Marion asks the other 2, who responded with raised eyebrows, though they didn't turn to face her. "Think about it this way. If I sell it...we can all perma-move to the FOD."

"You'll encounter some issues with red tape," Nixera thinks to her. "Proof of residency, and all that. But I'm sure we can figure that out."

"Otherwise? Girl...I would LOVE to say I officially live in a space castle. And besides...haven't you always wanted to go to space? You get to LIVE there now!" Daisy chimes in. "Let me guess...you only thought of this, since Viri's better enough to walk, and all that?"

"You know me too well Legs," Marion responds with a smile. "I'll also admit it feels like it wasn't that long ago that you 2 and I were at each other's throats."

"We probably would still be, Red Witch. But we have a LITERAL GOD forcing peace on us," Nixera says with a huff, looking around through her scope. "And I don't know about you 2...I ain't fightin' no god. Especially not one who might be older than, oh, I don't know, OUR ENTIRE FUCKING UNIVERSE? One who's actually BEEN to various afterlives, while alive? Who scared actual HELL shitless? He's not on Remnant with Grimm. Grimm are on Remnant with him. We should consider ourselves lucky we don't explode in his presence or something."

"Nix, the only reason I said I was a god was Marion forced me. AND I know that if I denied it, y'all'd get upset later if the truth got out. I'm old enough to know where that road goes," the Slayer interrupts their conversation. "Otherwise? I'd've said I'm just a kid from Silver Bay, Minnesota. Sure...I may have done PLENTY since then. So many lifetimes ago I shouldn't remember it. But I do. Don't become immortal kids. It sucks ass."

They turn to look at him, a little embarrassed. "Hey, I didn't know you were listening in!" Nixera thinks loudly. "And we're not kids!"

"Nix, we are to him. We're barely anything to you, aren't we?" Daisy says, her ears drooping.

"Now now, don't be like that. I'm just going to have to learn...to get over it. Force myself to reenjoy life. I was denied the Gift of Men, I may as well make the best of the Gift of Gods," the Slayer says as they head deeper into Glenn.

"'Gift of Men?' What does that mean? Is this some other Earth reference we don't get?" Marion asks.

"It's from a series of books called Lord of the Rings. GREAT book series. Also great movies. Though one of the books was turned into 3 movies. Long story short...the Gift of Men is that their fates aren't bound to the world, and will die. Death is supposed to be a good thing, while elves, dwarves, ents, and beyond, even if they die...their fates are tied to the world. There's more to it, but that's all you need to know for now," the Slayer responds, glancing around through the scope of his heavy cannon.

Soon enough, they come upon some Grimm, that soon die in a hail of gunfire and more. The Slayer's new Thunderbolt attachment also proved its effectiveness, keeping everyone's Aura full, though they took some good hits here and there. "It is SO useful, keeping you around," Marion says as they press on.

At one point they come across an abandoned truck. "Marion, can you hotwire this?" The Slayer asks. Marion nods, then enters the cab to do so. Once it's running, she gives a cheer, offering the Slayer the driver's seat. He shakes his head, switching weapons to his chaingun with turret attachment, getting in the bed of the truck and resting the weapon on the cab's roof. Marion gets back in the driver's seat, as Nixera and Daisy get in the cab with her.

"You sure you won't fall over or anything?" Marion asks as they drive away, deeper into Glenn.

"These boots can magnetically lock to metal surfaces. Useful for microgravity. Don't always use that feature," he explains to them. They drive past some Grimm, but Slayer guns them down with the chaingun. "Proceed to the objective."

"You know, maybe we can work out some HUD glasses, or the like," Marion suggests. "I get a feeling that if we 3 had them...you'd just drop an objective marker, right on the target. Just like pretty much every game, ever."

"Hmmm, you're correct. But then...there's a lot of things on the 'to-do' list, aren't there?" He responds with a smile they can't see. A short ways in, they find the objective, an old crumbling building, tall enough to set up a small base in, with a good view on the roof.

"We killed plenty of Grimm on the way here," Marion says, scanning the area. "But we'll have to do a LOT more to make even a section of this place liveable, let alone anything else. But we should be secure for now."

"Heads up. We've got activity," Nixera reports, scope fixed in one direction. Everyone rushes over to look, Slayer glancing through his own scope. Off in the distance, they saw some White Fang disappearing into a cave. "Should we investigate?"

"Affirmative," the Slayer orders, and they double check that their new base is secure, before heading to pursue the White Fang. Daisy's ears perked up, once they were within earshot for her.

"Wait...let me try something," she says, and concentrates. The rest of DMND perked up, when they realized they could hear what she was hearing, and gave thumbs up.

"That bitch better get results soon," they all yeard one of the White Fang say.

"Yeah, the boss is certain there's something useful down here. Something ancient, and that girl's been pursuing it, all across Remnant. Something about 'Mythicals,'" the other one says.

"But she's useful too," the first guy says, rolling up his sleeve. "Patched up my arm real good. Who knew an archaeology nerd would also be a wandering Huntress, AND doctor? You can't even see the cut!" Everyone's eyes widened, Nixera in particular at the mention of "Mythicals."

"Now we better go 'attend' to her, give her some motivation. I love the way she wags that tail," the second guy says, and both of them chuckle darkly as they head further in. Nixera and Slayer both realized through their scopes that each White Fang member were sporting tented pants.

"We're pursuing, correct?" Daisy asks, disgust and anger on her face as she realized how they wanted to "motivate" the girl they were talking about.

"Affirmative. We'll stalk them quietly, until they lead us to the girl. There's likely more too, so we best be careful. You know their ways Daisy, so you get point this time," the Slayer responds, and they follow the criminals inside.

Eventually, they're led to an archaelogical dig, and nearby was a dirty girl with chained up ankles. They also noticed this girl had a pale colored dog tail, tucked between her legs, which were skinny and covered in bruises and cuts. The whole girl looked malnourished and beaten, at least physically, dirty torn clothes limply hanging onto her, green eyes looking out from amidst unwashed blonde hair, tied up in an odd shaped bun on her head. "I WILL get out of here," the dog faunus says with a growl, tail standing up. "You think a medical license will keep you safe from me? That just means I know where to hurt you. You, nor your bosses, will NEVER learn the secrets of the Mythicals," she says, her voice sounding a bit musical, but dry and hoarse. "Oh, what's the matter? Junk starting to itch? Want me to...inspect?" She asks, but with what could be called an evil grin, though it looked more like she was baring her teeth, even making a sharp biting motion, though that earns her a back-handed slap.

"Try that, and we'll do FAR worse to you," one of the criminals warns, already undoing his pants, though the girl didn't show any signs of backing down.

"Shove that in me, and I WILL rip your dick off and force feed it to you," the girl warns with a growl, even as the other guy shoves her to the ground.

"Now?" Nixera asks, scope trained on the first WF member.

"Disable, but don't kill, just yet," the Slayer orders. "Or even...distract."

Shots met each WF member in a shoulder as Nixera and the Slayer each put a bullet in one. "What the fuck? Intrud—" they yell out, as DMND rushes forward, going for the throats before they could scream the full warning.

"Well well well! I'll be feeding you 2 your dicks sooner than I thought. That puts me WAY ahead of schedule," the girl chuckles as her rescue party come to her, but her tail droops. "Look, thanks for rescuing me, but I don't know where the key to these shackles—" She doesn't get to finish, as the Slayer has already grabbed one shackle, and tore it apart like it was paper, doing the same for the other one. "Holy fuck, you're strong aren't you? And...what type of armor is that?"

"Are you OK? Need help to walk?" Daisy asks, as Marion helps her to her feet.

"I'm fine right now. I mean...I'll need to recover, but that's not something to do now," the girl explains, a sadistic grin spreading on her face. "But I need to make good on some promises. Bind them," she says, pulling out a hand-made shiv, and walking over to her former captors as Daisy ties them up. "Ok, so I lied. I won't RIP your dicks off. I'll cut them off. But the rest? All true," she says sadistically, much to her former captors' horror. "You 4...better look away now." The girls turn away, worried looks on their faces, but the Slayer doesn't, eager to see what will happen. And the girl did make good on her promise. Her captors screams filled the air as genitalia was crudely and messily cut off, then shoved into their respective mouths.

"You'll have all the time in the world, which isn't much time at all," the girl says, still with an evil grin. "My prognosis? An hour, thereabouts, of bleeding out," she says, wiping her hands clean of blood, turning to her rescuers. "Sorry about that. You can look now. Though I'm surprised YOU looked," she says, standing on tip toes to look into the Slayer's visor. "This doesn't bother you?"

"The only thing that bothers me is you didn't crush balls, prior to cutting them off. Maximize the pain," he says, and the girl's eyes go wide.

"And I thought I was sadistic," she responds, but winces a little in pain.

"We should get you out of here," Nixera says, scanning for any potential backup. "Miss..."

"Violetta. Isabelle Violetta," the girl answers with a smile, but holds up her hands. "But not just yet. There's another chamber. My weapon and backpack should be in there," she says. "And I'd rather NOT leave the secrets of this place for them to find."

"I have to ask," Marion says as the 5 of them head further in the cave. "What ARE the secrets of this place? What did those guys mean by 'Mythicals?'"

"Something my father was obsessed with, and got me into," Isabelle responds with a dry voice, and Daisy hands her a canteen from which she drinks without asking. "In theory, long, long ago, there were more than the regular faunus like you and me," Isabelle says in a clearer voice, mainly to Daisy. "Mythical faunus were actually the first, living in their own cities, far away from humans, and us 'regulars,'" she answers.

"Mythical faunus. Sounds like bullshit. You believe that?" Nixera asks with a glare.

"These ruins all have to point to something, right?" Isabelle says, as they get to another chamber. Some White Fang took note of their presence, all rushing to fight, but all getting defeated easily by DMND. "Wow, you guys are something else," she says as she rushes over to a chest, grinning as she pulls out a backpack with a red cross symbol, and a strange hybrid of shotgun and whip.

"Wow, just like yours Slayer," Daisy says in awe, which also made Isabelle perk up.

"I never got your names. Kind of rude you know," she says with a small huff, but with a smile under it, and all DMND introduces themselves in turn, shaking her hand.

"Nice to meet you all, I'm surprised you barely have any scratches on you," she says as she examines her weapon.

"Long story," Marion explains. "Short version is the big guy...can make bad guys drop useful things."

"Really? Well I'll have to see that someday," Isabelle says as she puts her weapon away. "Ok, I have the doctor's backpack, and I have Death's Shield. Now...come with me, you 4," she says, leading them deeper to a wall, carved with runes, and pictures.

"This has talked about the Mythicals. It's strange, they mention a 'Prime Evil,' if I translated it correctly, claiming to have been made by this Prime Evil directly. One who...well it's not clear if the Prime Evil died, or left them, or what. It does talk about how another Prime Evil would come, and lead them to glory," Isabelle says, with a worried look on her face. "But nothing about them says they were evil. So why would they worship a Prime Evil?"

"'Prime Evil,'" the Doom Slayer quotes. "Are you sure that's right? What about...Primeval?"

"That sounds right," Isabelle says with a nod. "See, this here talks about this other one," she says, and clears her throat as she translates. "'He shall be third of his name, the first having disposed of a dictator, and the second rising to great heights to save his people. But the third cannot be stopped, for he is Unchained, a Deathless Walker of Worlds.' It even has this bit, in another language I can't identify," she points out as they look, and the Slayer's eyes get even wider.

"That's the Sentinel language," he realizes, as he reads. "Durl Sileir. That...is their name for me. That's how you say Doom Slayer," he says with realization, especially as he reads the rest of what's written. He even notices one part of the wall, only partially excavated, that when the dirt was brushed away, reveals his all too familiar mark. Isabelle in particular glances at the mark on the wall, and what's on the Slayer's helmet, realization starting to form in her mind.

"Don't tell me...you?" She asks bewildered. "What is going on?" She continues, but winces again from pain.

"Later. Right now...you need medical attention," the Slayer says firmly, and they head out of the cave. Or at least partially, prior to Isabelle's collapse. The Slayer just picks her up, and throws her over his shoulder, as they rush out faster now, where the Slayer had a portal waiting.

"What is that?" Isabelle asks, just as they head in, eyes widening once she was inside, but the Slayer didn't stop until they were in the FOD's infirmary, and laid her on a bed. "Daisy, stay with her, see she recovers. Doctors are often their own worse patients," he tells her, and Isabelle smiles weakly.

"Damn, you knew that?" She asks. "Well there goes that idea," she laughs, before passing out, and the others gather in the FOD's conference room.

"Are you...some kind of prophecied hero?" Marion asks with wonder. Nixera's eyes were even wider than Marion's, but she shook her head as if to clear it.

"It's bullshit. It has to be. Mythical faunus? Who would believe in such a thing?" She says, anger coming through accidentally, then sighing. "Sorry...it's been a long day." Both girls nod, before heading away to shower, and relax, leaving the Slayer alone to ponder. Mythical faunus? Something happened to Remnant's Primeval? What have I gotten myself into this time?