A/N: Props to GAvillain for picking the Datascape's hiding place.
7. The Cornerstone of Light
The four nonmagical members of the team unofficially known as the WHAM ARMY were, in effect, putting on a magic show in the garden. Roman had quite a bit of Dust hidden in his pockets – they had been kept there as backup weaponry in case of a battle – and now he was in the process of demonstrating as many of them as he could with the help of his three lovely assistants.
"And, like I said," he stated, loading the Cudgel up with green Dust, "the green stuff makes tornadoes." He clicked the weapon into the ready position, aimed, fired. A rapid burst of air nearly blew down one of the topiary sculptures before settling into a contained cyclone that whirled round and round. "Now, in order to make ice, you have to mix the green stuff with the water stuff." He mixed a new concoction in the chamber of his weapon, then used his new ability to shoot ice to construct, burst by burst, a crude abstract sculpture amongst the hedges.
"It is to my understanding that the yellow Dust produces electricity," Snatcher chimed in, withdrawing his weapon and using it to obliterate Roman's ice sculpture in one blast. "As such."
Roman sighed. "Really?"
The Huntsman and Yzma rolled their eyes at the display.
Roman's scroll rang then, signaling communication from the other half. "I gotta take this," he announced. "Archie, Fluffy, Skull-Face, take over for me, will ya?"
As he strode to the other side of the garden, Yzma turned to the Huntsman and announced, "You're 'Fluffy.'"
"I don't see how I could be anything but 'Skull-Face,'" the Huntsman replied. Then, under his breath, "Unfortunately."
As the trio picked up on the display of Dust, showing off various elemental powers before the wide and awestruck eyes of Mickey, Donald, and Goofy, Roman slipped behind a hedge sculpture and picked up on the call on his scroll. "Talk to me, Righty."
"You know how to handle a computer program, right?" Mozenrath began.
"Like the back of my hand. Whatcha got?"
A few minutes later, armed with Mozenrath's exact instructions, Roman returned to the group at large. "So…where did you say that bathroom was again?"
...
Roman booked it all the way to the edge of town where Mozenrath had first been locked out by the invisible barrier. The young sorcerer stood there waiting for him. "Took you long enough," Mozenrath huffed, holding out the disc.
"So I take it the show's over?" Roman asked hopefully.
"You can drop the act," Mozenrath confirmed. "Just as soon as you get this loaded into the castle's computer system and running. It won't harm you, Yzma, the Huntsman, or Snatcher. The king and queen, on the other hand…"
"Gotcha." Roman took hold of the disc.
"Remember," Mozenrath told him, handing over the vial of shrinking solution as well. "This is our ultimatum for the Datascape. Don't leave that castle without it."
"You don't have to tell me twice." Roman pocketed the vial. "You just wait out here with the getaway portal." He turned to part ways from Mozenrath, making his way back through the town.
In a matter of mere moments, he would no longer have to keep up the act of coming in peace. With that in mind, as he strode down the city streets, he decided to have a little fun. He passed through a courtyard where a cow and a horse were playing a variant of volleyball with giant watermelons, apples, and grapes. As Clarabelle Cow launched an apple high into the air, she and Horace Horsecollar were dismayed to see it explode in midair, shot down by a rogue icicle.
Though that random act of cruelty had put Roman in a good mood, he was hungry for a little more – literally. A duckling clad in a red tee and cap made his way through the square with a towering cone of ice cream: five scoops, all different flavors. Roman simply walked up to Huey, smacked him across the chest with the Cudgel's shaft, and knocked him over. Huey somehow managed to keep his ice cream held upright, but no sooner did he have time to think about how much of a relief that was than Roman had swiped the ice cream right out of his hand, continuing his stride as he took a great mouthful of the dessert. Roman could already tell that living with Snatcher, he'd have to take all his dairy-based foods on the sly, and it might be a long time since he saw an ice cream cone he could take advantage of again. Which was a shame, as his old partner in crime had gotten him rather hooked on the stuff.
There really had to be a faster way back to the castle, he mused, than just walking. Already, he'd been gone so long, the royal court must have suspected he wasn't in the bathroom after all. Still, now that he'd been handed a weapon of mass chaos, he preferred to get it under way sooner rather than later. Fortuitously, there was a race track nearby where two other ducklings, identical to the ice cream wielder but dressed in green and blue, were jetting around in airplane-shaped go-karts. Roman waited for one of them to finish a lap before shooting the kart off course, causing it to tip over on its side. Casually, Roman, ignoring a string of protests from Dewey, righted the kart, knocked the duck aside, mounted his new ride, and slammed down the gas, enjoying his stolen ice cream all the while.
Speeding toward one's destination on a hijacked car while eating five flavors of ice cream someone had paid for was truly the only way to travel as far as Roman was concerned. Then again, it would have been even better if the go-kart had come equipped with guns.
...
By the time Roman made it back to the garden, he had finished the last bite of the ice cream cone. Yzma, the Huntsman, and Snatcher had found a way to safely light up chunks of the red Dust one at a time, producing a fireworks show that elicited an "Ooooooh!" and "Aaaaaaah!" out of Mickey, Donald, and Goofy.
"Well, fellas," Mickey announced, "this Dust stuff has been real impressive! I think you've all got yourselves a deal!"
"Sorry to break up the party," Roman said as he walked back in, "but that call earlier was news from home. And you won't believe it." He put on a somber expression, hoping at least one of them would get it.
Snatcher picked up the ball right away. "No!" he cried. "Not the General! Not HAVEN!"
Roman nodded. "Looks like we won't be going home for a while."
"Oh, no," Donald moaned.
"I'm…real sorry to hear that," Mickey said solemnly. "If it's any consolation, there's enough room in Disney Town for you all to stay here as long as ya need!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Yzma replied formally. "If there is any way we can repay your kindness, please do let us know."
"In the meantime…" Roman walked closer to the rest of the group, brushing against the Huntsman's arm. The Huntsman picked up the signal, opening his hand for Roman to transfer the vial of shrinking solution into it. "We need to check up on things for ourselves. Got a computer we can use for a minute?"
"Well," Mickey answered, "there is the one in the gummi hangar…but are ya sure you can get a connection to Remnant from here?"
"Uh…" Roman bit his lip.
"There exists somewhat of a technological back door through which business between Remnant and other worlds can be conducted," Snatcher said quickly. "A security installment implanted upon our own world. And one that led us to the knowledge of YOUR world, at that."
"Though as it was set in place by General Ironwood," the Huntsman added, "there's no telling whether he could use it against us."
"Then of course you can use the hangar computer," Mickey resolved, swinging open the door of the castle-shaped topiary to reveal a stairway spiraling down.
"Wait!" Donald threw himself in front of the door. "How do we know this isn't some kind of trick?" He eyed Roman suspiciously.
"Donald!" Goofy scolded. "That ain't no way to treat anybody who's been through everythin' they have!"
Mickey had his suspicions as well; that was why he was only giving them access to the more public computer instead of the one in his own study. "We'll all go together," the king resolved. "That way, you can show us more about this Remnant and everythin' that's goin' on in it."
"Much obliged, Your Majesty," Snatcher responded sweetly.
Down the stairs they moved, into a garage filled with colorful machinery: giant gears and arm-shaped mechanisms that all seemed to be in place to tune up a bright red-orange gummi ship parked in the midst of the hangar. A control booth for the launch crew hung from the ceiling; it was tiny compared to the rest of the hangar, and Yzma caught a glimpse of what looked like two rodents running around up there. Mickey showed Roman, Yzma, Snatcher, and the Huntsman to a computer terminal built into the wall; Donald and Goofy followed just to keep an eye on things.
"Y'know, you're a real pal," Roman told Mickey. "I have known a lot of Faunus in my lifetime, and I think you're the first one who's actually been helpful."
Yzma, the Huntsman, and Snatcher flinched. They better have been getting close to being able to drop their act; otherwise, that comment was just asking for trouble.
But Mickey took it in stride. "Gee, uh…thanks?"
"Now, if you don't mind," Roman went on, "I'd like to be alone for this next bit. It's…just too much to handle."
"Oh, no, you don't!" Donald folded his arms. "We're not going anywhere!"
"It's nothin' personal," Mickey clarified. "We wouldn't let anyone just use our computers without our supervision. It's for our safety."
Roman shrugged. "Suit yourself." He withdrew the disc from his pocket.
"HEY!" Donald pointed at the shining disc.
"What's that disc for?" Goofy asked.
"Oh, this?" Roman pointed to the disc. "Would…you believe it if I told you I needed this in order to connect to Remnant?"
"Maybe…" Mickey thought it over. "Somethin' about all this is suspicious. How do we know what's REALLY on that disc?"
"You let me put it in and see what happens?" Roman suggested.
Mickey shook his head. "Uh-uh!"
"And what are you gonna do if I try it?" Roman asked with a wide grin.
"This IS gettin' suspicious!" Goofy realized.
"Who ARE you?" Donald asked, brow furrowed.
"Me? I'm just a guy from Remnant," Roman answered.
"Put that disc down right now," Mickey commanded, "or else…"
"Or what?" Roman urged.
"Or I'll put you under arrest!" Mickey decided. "For defying a royal order!"
"Well, that's just too bad." Roman lifted the Cudgel, pointing it right at Mickey. "I was hoping we could do this cleanly. Oh, wait. No, I wasn't!"
As the first blast of ice was fired, a Keyblade twinkled into Mickey's hand in time for him to block it.
"Archie," Roman suggested. "Fluffy. Skull-face. If you could hold them off while I do my thing."
Snatcher withdrew his weapon from its sheath; Donald brandished his staff in return. The Huntsman pointed the huntstaff at Goofy, who hid behind his rounded shield. Yzma reached down to lift her skirt up a few inches.
"AUGH, NO!" Roman shielded his eyes.
"MUST you?" the Huntsman scolded.
"PUT THAT HEM BACK DOWN!" Snatcher ordered.
Yzma peeled her skirt up just enough to show where her atlatl and a ring of compact darts had been hidden in a sheath on her thigh. "You're all perverts," she groaned as she retrieved and loaded the weapon.
The Huntsman charged Mickey. Snatcher charged Donald. Yzma loaded up the atlatl to throw a dart at Goofy. And Roman turned to the computer terminal, slipping in the disc.
The Huntsman was fast, striking out with his huntstaff again and again, but Mickey was faster, parrying every shot. "Who are you REALLY?" Mickey asked.
"A slayer of creatures such as yourself," the Huntsman replied. "Your ears will make a fine trophy pinned to my wall." He ejected a net from the end of the huntstaff, and it encircled Mickey, catching the king off balance. Before the Huntsman could deal a killing blow, however, Mickey cast a Pearl of light that burned right through the ropes, freeing him and putting him on his feet once more.
Donald cast a strong Blizzaga spell at Snatcher only for Snatcher to slide right out of the way just in time. Donald attempted Firaga next; Snatcher actually pirouetted out of the spell's path. "HOLD STILL!" Donald cried.
"Not likely!" Snatcher replied coyly. "This is what happens when you try to gun down a classically trained dancer!" He twirled the pistol of his weapon in his hand, letting off a blast of lightning that Donald only just dodged with a "WAK!"
"WILL YOU HURRY UP?" Yzma seethed at Roman. Goofy had entered a Tornado attack, whirling round and round with the edge of his shield pointed at Yzma, and his constant strikes were making it impossible for her to load up a dart.
"Aaaaaalmost there." Roman's fingers danced over the keys. "Just…one…minute."
Claymores materialized on the floor beneath Mickey, Donald, and Goofy. They recognized the DNA of dog, duck, and mouse, all of which Wuya had programmed in for them to target. All three were immediately sent flying by the energy weapons, collapsing in a singed heap some distance away. The Claymores followed them, motivating the trio to get up and run.
Mickey body slammed Roman, knocking him down and standing on the gunner's back in order to look at the terminal. The Claymore program was password locked.
"That's the thing," Roman said smugly from beneath the king. "You don't get the password unless you show us the…"
He became aware of an intense heat building beneath his stomach. Of course. The mouse was on top of him. "Aw, dammit – "
The next Claymore sent Roman and Mickey alike tumbling head over heels. Roman's hat spun through the air. Mickey quickly leapt up to run from another blast. Roman, now aching pretty hard in the stomach area, staggered to his own feet. As he reached out to put a hand on the wall for support, he caught hold of another hand instead. Roman only had a second to turn and look to see whose hand he'd caught hold of – Snatcher's – before Snatcher jerked Roman to his full height, dusting off both his shoulders and setting the black bowler hat back on top of the redhead.
"As I was saying," Roman went on – his three addressees were busy running in circles to keep the Claymores from blasting them while he spoke, and Yzma and the Huntsman fell in intimidating line next to him and Snatcher – "I'll cough up the password to make it all stop as soon as YOU cough up the…" He looked to Yzma. "Thing you found."
"Datascape," Yzma filled in, taking over. "A simple trade. The Datascape for the password.
"NEVER!" Donald yelped.
"Did I mention these things are going off throughout the whole castle?" Roman added cheekily.
Mickey's large ears twitched, and he realized that if he cut through all the noise happening in his immediate vicinity, he could hear the screams of the other inhabitants of the castle as they dealt with Claymores of their own. "MINNIE!" he cried in a panic.
"DAISY!" Donald added. The duck didn't wait a moment longer; he took off at a run to go find and evacuate as many people as he could. The Claymores were hot on his heels, firing rapidly into the air.
"How much longer do you intend to let all of your people suffer?" the Huntsman goaded.
"All right!" Mickey relented. He couldn't believe that he'd been brought to this exact stalemate yet again. He thought he'd seen the last of it with Maleficent's attempt to trade the lives of his friends for the Datascape. And now he was being pushed to make the same decision all over again: his friends' well-being, or the secrets to all the worlds.
There was no correct choice. But he knew the one he had to make.
"Follow me!" Mickey cried, taking off at a run to avoid the Claymores.
"Huntsman!" Yzma barked. "The Cornerstone is located somewhere under the king's throne. Go find it!"
Without a word, the Huntsman stalked off to do as Yzma said. Yzma took off at a run after Mickey, with Snatcher and Roman in tow.
Left alone, Goofy approached the terminal from the right side. As a Claymore formed beneath him, he leapt to the left. When another one formed there, he danced to the right. Back and forth, his feet kept up this two-step as his fingers tapped the computer keys. He was going to call for help.
...
The Huntsman slowly approached the throne. He had all the time in the world, as the Claymores weren't about to target him. That was how the low buzz of a Claymore alerted him to the fact that he wasn't alone in the room.
He turned to see another mouse, this one clothed in a regal pink gown, dancing around the Claymores. "You stop it right there!" Queen Minnie Mouse ordered.
"Out of my way, mouse," the Huntsman commanded, pointing his weapon –
"LIGHT!"
A thick pillar of Light magic shot from floor to ceiling, enveloping the Huntsman in the process. His entire body was wracked with pain, and he was brought to his knees.
"You…" He shakily raised the weapon again.
Minnie responded by casting a Pearl at his hand so that he dropped the staff, never stopping the dance of avoidance of the Claymores. "I'm not gonna let you take our Cornerstone!" she vowed.
The next pillar of light knocked the Huntsman completely out cold.
"QUEEN MINNIE!" Donald rushed into the room, grabbing Minnie by the shoulders. "WE GOTTA GO!"
"But he might wake up and take the – " Minnie protested.
"JUST GO!" Donald urged.
The two hustled before another Claymore could materialize beneath them.
...
Mickey also knew he couldn't stop moving without risking injury. Otherwise, he might have lingered a little longer in the library, traced the spine of the book he removed from the shelf, tried to think of some way to avoid handing it over.
But in his frenzied state, he ripped the book off the shelf and threw it at Yzma's face. She caught it before it could bop her, taking a look at the title and author: "Mary Poppins" by P.L. Travers.
"Wrong book," she scolded, throwing the book back over her shoulder, where Snatcher caught it and began to leaf through its pages. "Now pick the one that opens up the secret passageway to – "
"Miss Yzma," Snatcher interrupted.
Yzma turned to see Snatcher removing a disc from where it had been inserted between the pages of the book. The Datascape.
"That's IT?" Yzma cried. "No secret passageway? You just hid it in a book out in the open?"
"It's a special book!" Mickey squeaked, darting back and forth to evade Claymores. "Now give me the password!"
"You really thought we would hand it to you?" Roman laughed. "Man, are you an IDIOT!"
Mickey suspected this would be the case. But he still had to try and save his domain. Perhaps, he hoped, these ne'er-do-wells wouldn't do as much damage as Maleficent would have with it.
"We should go make sure the Huntsman hasn't botched up things with the Cornerstone," Yzma suggested before the trio turned to stalk out of the library.
"Wait…" Mickey shook his head. "The CORNERSTONE?" He took off at a run.
And once they heard the king's fleet footsteps, the trio of villains put on some speed themselves, making sure to outrun the mouse to the throne room.
...
"Well, that's not good," Roman remarked as he stood over the unconscious Huntsman.
"Search his pockets!" Yzma commanded. "He has to have a container in there somewhere! Roman! Did Mozenrath give you the shrinking solution?"
"Right here." Roman removed the vial from the Huntsman's pocket. He then rifled through the Huntsman's clothing to find all manner of strange magical gadgets, mostly consisting of weapons and chains. "Okay, seriously?" Finally, he turned up a green box. "This looks as much like it as anything."
Snatcher, in the meantime, had been examining the throne itself. If you didn't know what you were looking for, you would probably never find the button located under one of its arms, Snatcher thought, but as he was seeking something of the exact sort, he was able to literally put a finger on it right away. An entire section of the floor shifted to the side, revealing stairs going straight down. At the bottom, set upon a stone pedestal, was a massive glass sphere with a core of Light magic burning brightly away inside.
Mickey arrived just a moment too late. He saw Yzma, Roman, and Snatcher heading down the stairs. He skidded to the bottom of the stairway just in time to see Yzma pouring the shrinking solution on the precious Cornerstone. Once the Cornerstone was small enough to fit in a hand, it went right into the green box, and before Mickey could make a move, the lid slammed shut, dousing the magic of the stone, and things got worse.
Shadow Heartless sprang up from the ground en masse, attracted to the golden Keyblade the king was bearing. "Why, you rotten - !" Mickey called out.
"We'll take that as a compliment," Yzma said with a grin. She, Roman, and Snatcher barged past the king, who was busy with the crowd of newly spawned Heartless as well as the still-active Claymores, in order to get to the top of the stairway.
...
At the edge of town, Mozenrath drummed the fingers of his right hand against the invisible barrier over and over again. When suddenly, there was nothing to drum against, he knew he had his way in.
The streets were filling up with Heartless, and the creatures were tearing down the banners and clawing up the brightly painted buildings. The civilians of the city ran for cover, barricading themselves behind locked doors. Mozenrath cut through a line of Soldiers with a swath of magical energy.
Two thirds of the way to the castle, he ran into Yzma, Roman, and Snatcher, who were arranged in a circle around the unconscious Huntsman; they'd been dragging him out to the rendez-vous point. A horde of Bolt Towers had appeared in their way, forcing them to stop and draw weapons.
Mozenrath's eyes immediately flicked to the unconscious Huntsman. "No," he muttered, then louder: "NO!"
"He's fine," Yzma told Mozenrath. "Just unconscious!"
"Do you have them?" Mozenrath barked.
"Cornerstone? Check," Roman told him. "And Datascape? Check."
Mozenrath had figured the Cornerstone was secure, since he was able to walk into town and see Heartless. "Then let's get back to base," he said sternly before conjuring up a Corridor to take them all home to Mt. Ebott.
...
The Huntsman groggily left the state of sleep in favor of a state of anger. The moment he regained any semblance of consciousness, the first and only thing that came to his mind was the humiliating defeat he'd suffered at the hands of the queen. He grunted as he stirred.
"Took you long enough to wake up," Mozenrath's voice cut through the darkness.
The Huntsman forced his eyes open. He was lying on one of the beds in the castle of New Home, and Mozenrath was standing over him. To the side, a nightstand held a dragon skull and a balaclava, and the Huntsman realized they'd been removed and his face was exposed. He quickly raised a gloved hand to his bald, stern-featured head, which was marked with the edge of his crimson dragon-shaped birthmark.
"Y'know, I just don't understand why you want to cover up a face like that," Mozenrath teased.
"The mouse," the Huntsman growled. "She…"
"Was either destroyed by Claymores or driven out of her own castle, just like the rest of them," Mozenrath affirmed. "The Datascape and the Cornerstone are ours."
"I should have been the one to retrieve the Cornerstone," the Huntsman seethed. "I was there! The throne was in my sights! If I ever see that mouse again…"
"She'll die, right?" Mozenrath offered his right hand; there was a glass of pulply liquid in it. "I know you're not a fan of monster things, but there's a healing factor to this."
The Huntsman struggled to sit up, grasping at the glass and pouring it down his throat. Only when the glass was empty did he ask, "And what is this?"
"Some sort of cider made out of spiders."
"It figures." The Huntsman slammed the glass down onto the table; he had to admit it had made him feel much more energized. He then took the balaclava into his hands and began wrapping it around his head once more.
"I meant it when I asked," Mozenrath asserted. "Why don't you ever take those things off?"
"Because my face is not as important as the marks of the clan," the Huntsman replied. "All who see me must know that I am death to dragons."
"And here I was thinking it was some kind of secret identity protection."
"In the midst of New York, one needs that advantage as well," the Huntsman admitted. "My face was shown to those who did business with me during the daytime hours."
"And what did they call you?"
"It isn't important." The Huntsman settled his helmet back on.
"For what it's worth, we all had a bad day," Mozenrath informed the Huntsman. "Wuya, Mim, Aghoul, and myself had an unfortunate run-in with three Keybearers. They caught us off guard. That's the ONLY reason they're not dead right now. And as soon as your half of the faction was brought home, Roman started complaining about some injury he took to the chest from one of the Claymores and wouldn't be QUIET until we poured a gallon of cider down his throat."
"I suppose you want us to concentrate on the victory," the Huntsman grunted.
"We might as well," Mozenrath reminded him. "After all, you did leave Disney Castle overrun with Claymores AND Heartless. Not to mention that with the Cornerstone gone, Maleficent will probably want to put in an appearance over there, making their day worse and showing her what WE'RE capable of. And more importantly, we now have a database with information on every world in existence…and one of the twelve artifacts we need for our grand spell."
The Huntsman was silent, staring straight ahead at the wall.
"We also found a mansion in Twilight Town that could make a good alternate base," Mozenrath went on.
Still silence.
"Look. If it makes you feel any better, I promise you that I'll get you one really good magical kill to score. I'll set it up, and you deal the coup de grace. Sound fair?"
"I suppose" was all the Huntsman said.
"Now you can sit around here and mope," Mozenrath told him, "or you can come out and see the fruit of our labor."
The Huntsman slid off the bed, following Mozenrath out into the Judgment Hall. It had been converted not into a dancefloor but into a room of spellcasting. An intricate web had been carved into the floor; twelve lines ran to the edges. The green box containing the miniaturized Cornerstone of Light sat on the first line. Mim, Wuya, Aghoul, Roman, Snatcher, and Yzma surrounded the carving.
"One down," Mozenrath remarked. "Eleven to go."
Snatcher glanced over at Roman. "You're feeling better, I take it?"
"Much," Roman responded.
"What exactly was the password to stop the Claymores, anyhow?"
Roman laughed. "I have NO idea. I just pressed a bunch of random keys in a random order and saved it. I couldn't have stopped those things if I wanted to!"
...
The evacuees of Disney Castle stared forlornly at the building from the outer courtyard. Inside, they could still hear the Claymores firing blankly.
The sound of six approaching feet alerted them to the presence of the assistance Goofy had called for. "What happened?" Sora asked breathlessly; Riku and Kairi followed close behind him.
"We had to fight Heartless to get here," Riku commented. "Too many Heartless. Something happened to the Cornerstone, didn't it?"
Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Goofy, and the other evacuees all turned to look at the trinity of Keybearers. "Somethin' happened, all right," Mickey confirmed. "The Cornerstone is gone. The castle's overrun with Claymores, and the Datascape is in the wrong hands!"
"But how?" Sora asked in shock.
"Four no-good villains!" Donald stomped his foot for emphasis.
"Hang on," Sora replied. "Were they a purple-haired witch, a red-haired woman, a purple guy, and a sorcerer in blue?"
Mickey shook his head. "Nope. That doesn't sound like 'em."
"There must be even more evildoers on the loose than we thought!" Minnie wailed.
"What can we do?" Riku asked. "Fight the Heartless here? Shut down the Claymores?"
Mickey shook his head. "We can take care of things here. At least everyone in the castle got out before the Claymores could do too much damage. We don't even know if the Claymores can be shut down, but we're gonna try."
"But what does that mean for us?" Kairi asked.
"It means we're going after the villains who did this," Riku resolved.
"But how do we know where to look for them?" Sora asked.
"They gave us a hint," Mickey replied. "They told us they came from another world. I don't know how much of what they said was true and how much was a lie, but at the very least, you can start looking on the world they brought up. It was called Remnant."