While the streets of Vale still burned with the fresh bodies of those torn apart by the gods, those who were paid off by Mayor Robyn Hill and Mayor Clover Ebi were still off doing what they were told. Still dressed up as angry civilians to cause major troubles against the city of the Valley.

"Let's go boys," the goons shouted, holding their bats, "let's go all out with a bang, eh?"

"Fuck yeah, smash it all, you fat slobs." Pulling down their hoodies and masks, now no longer concerned as the end of the world was approaching.

But before any of them could continue on the carnage, one man stepped forth to stop the madness.

The tall giant of a man.

That Giant of the North.

General James Ironwood.

Finally coming out of his injury so long ago. His Aura was hidden from everybody around, with nobody being able to detect him as he emerged from the darkness of the burning collapsing buildings. Here now, in his uniform, all proper and clean, without any trace of debris or dirt.

His Giant's Aura was hidden, yes, but not because he was too weak to bring them forth. But rather…

The General was now more powerful than ever before.

As the man stepped outside, they saw plain as day, that just a single heavy footstep managed to lift the entire street the goons were standing on off the ground, a whole one-mile road stretching from one side of the city to the other, being held up by nothing but the thick black boots of a single person, this powerful man beyond the norm.

His voice boomed forth, amplified by his powerful Aura to disorient anybody still conscious enough to hear him shouting:

"THAT'S ENOUGH! THIS ENDS NOW!"

As Ironwood lowered the thick street down to its place, faceplanting all the goons in the process, a myriad of Atlesian soldiers emerged from behind the General to commence the clean-up process. Arresting anybody they could see on sight, subduing any and all remaining rebels to squash the spirit of the riot in this Valley. They held their powerful rifles tight as they took aim, striking anybody still resisting with the butts of the guns. Now no longer holding back, even in the face of the civilians.

Standing at the heart of the Valley, Ironwood was struck with a wave of familiar emotions as he recalled the day Atlas invaded Vale. The scene unfolded similar to how they were right at this moment. But now the judgment of Summer was among them all. There, high in the sky, her burning hand still shined brightly of divine unknowable fire.

But the General was not worried.

Instead, he walked off into the distance, letting his soldiers do as they wished on the ruins of this battlefield.

Far off at the center of the field where Mt. Glenn used to be. It was not long ago when Weiss had lifted this entire mountain and tossed it off into space like it was nothing but a pebble. Now, leaving this place nothing but an empty field with only the footprints and tracks of the war machines left behind by the Atlesian army, leading into the direction of the West.

Not even the Grimm monsters who used to live here could be seen around anymore, as the majority of them were inside that mountain when Weiss threw it into the deep sky. And now, from the sky came down something infinitely larger than a single mortal three-dimensional mountain.

A burning palm that was getting closer just as much as it was getting bigger by the moment. By Weiss' estimate, it would only take a few more minutes before the fiery hand came down, crushing everything into atoms.

And so, summoning forth every ounce of strength Weiss had, still making sure to leave enough of her Aura to protect Remnant from any collateral, Weiss readied herself on one knee, with her white cape flowing in the wind, gravitating, charged with wonderful mysterious energies of which she herself did not know the origin. But a question of that nature did not matter, all she knew was what she had to do.

Thus – the Superman leaped off the ground, flying straight toward the burning palm.

Sienna, Tyrian, and Hazel could feel the tremors of the earth all the way over on Mistral, on the other side of the planet. Barely being able to stand on their feet, they stared in awe at the awesome power of the Superman.

Adamantine himself, even as he was deep in prayer, could feel the shaking of the planet even as New Eden floated above the waters, far above into the sky. He continued to pray, but still feeling the incredible might of the Superman.

Raven and Qrow, even on opposite sides of the globe could still step outside to see the smoke trails coming out of the ground as Weiss traveled faster than any eyes could track up into the very center of the burning hand. They too could feel the air shake violently as more holes in the atmosphere were ripped apart by the supreme power of the Superman.

And even Nora herself, even as her eyes were bleeding from the electricity that was burning her mere moments ago, could still use what she had left of her unhealed eyes to witness the Atlesian Superman flying, and flying, and flying.

Flying so far, so fast, so high up in the sky. Not a bird, nor a plane. But a god? A man? One that was Super? But what exactly did that even mean?

In this cosmic heat of this judgment, those questions ceased to matter now that the Superman had clashed against the gigantic palm of Summer of War and Hunt.

The clash shook the multiverse. Causing shockwaves to spread out into the far depths of deep dark space far beyond.

Universe 2…

Even on this side of the multiverse, Rubio could feel the tremor as the palm in the sky somehow inexplicably stopped short, ceasing to come down onto Remnant any longer.

"What's going on?" Glynda stared up, confused.

At first, Rubio felt the same, not knowing what was going on. But eventually, he realized that there was really only one explanation. Only one person who was strong enough to accomplish such a thing.

"Weiss…"

Universe 1938…

On that farmland far, far away…

Red stood there, mighty, even in her lifeful death.

And on this Remnant, Weiss lifted the weight of Summer, against the very cosmic force of this Season. Fighting back with every fiber of her being, every inch of her body now covered in the everlasting fire, all to hold the gigantic palm above the stratosphere. Preventing Summer from entering and destroying all those below.

The heart of the Valley was beating loud like drums of war, pounding on everyone's ears.

The fire engulfed her.

But here…

Weiss was still the Superman. Carrying the ancient new legacy of Red, the one of story old.

And with this story – Weiss was completely unhurt.

She did not quite understand how, or why. There were things she remembered there and then that were contradictory. Stories about her father Pietro, stories about a young girl meeting her friend in the woods, as well as strange silhouettes from an old television show that no longer existed.

These things could not have possibly been true all at the same time, nor could they have happened within the same universe.

And yet – they did. And they were true.

And this truth was the source of her power. The power of the Superman.

Not only a superior being, but also a superior being from Atlas.

So in essence, this was not only the story of just any strongest being in the universe.

This was the story of Atlas.

And here, she carried the weight on her shoulders, fire crashing down onto her invincible ice, now formed into unbreakable diamonds.

Digging deep inside her came a pool of Aura, infinite in size. A wellspring of power that rejuvenated, regenerated, and expanded beyond all comprehension. With this energy – Weiss created forth a glyph so large, it covered the entirety of Summer's palm.

Growing to a size far larger than galaxies, now dwarfing the universe.

So bright now as the power echoed of breathing light, to push back against the cosmic judgment of Summer of War and Hunt.

Here, Weiss' blue eyes shined bright, before she declared out loud:

"You will not take Remnant this day."

Instantly, the power of the icy bright light broke through against the divine judgment of fire. With cold determination now clashing against the beating of the heart. Summer's war drum still beat, loud with the power of earthquakes. But the tremors were now spreading from the shockwaves of blue ice, with Weiss at the epicenter of the blast that now consumed the whole Remnant, traveling as invisible waves of power that echoed across all of space and time.

Even traveling to all other universes where the hand of Summer could be seen. As there, the power of the Superman had already pushed back against the giant hand of this Season.

And slowly, but surely – the hand began to dissipate, peeling away like flower petals in the wind as the essence of fire lost its strength. Being blown away by a cold vortex of blue. And eventually:

The giant hand was no more.