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In Weiss' opinion, things had gone from half-hearted silliness to complete and utter seriousness just a bit too quickly.

"PYRRHA!" Jasmine cried out, and she dropped next to her partner, who'd just had one of Cinder's summoned weapons thrown through her chest. It seemed to have missed her heart, but it couldn't have been by much. The weapon was disintegrating already, beginning to break down now that it was out of its progenitor's grip.

The rest of Team JNPR turned on Cinder quickly. Nora drew out her grenade launcher, and fired off multiple rounds, uncaring of the fact that it would likely cause massive amounts of property damage. Frankly, Weiss couldn't blame her; she couldn't find it in herself to care, either.

Cinder dodged the explosives headed right for her, bobbing and weaving through Nora's shots, but Ren was peppering her with rounds from his pistols at the same time, and so she was ultimately forced to disengage, lest she lose too much aura.

Emerald and Mercury seemed to see the writing on the wall as well. They looked between one another, had a conversation with their eyes, and then made to regroup with Cinder at the back of the room. Weiss and Ruby let them go.

"We should probably check on that Pyrrha girl." Jaune brought up, and for once, his advice was totally sound. "That was a bad hit."

"Yeah…" Weiss swallowed on her nerves, hoping she was alright.

Ruby didn't comment on the fact that the mirror had spoken to her, which told her just how serious this had suddenly become.

The big guy – she thought that she had maybe heard that his name was Hazel – looked towards them as they crossed the room, but made no motion towards their position. Evidently, there was a… not a truce, but a decision from both sides that they'd be licking their own wounds for the time being. Although that implied that Cinder's side really had wounds to lick. They'd not taken many hits, outside of the occasional blow that she and Ruby had been able to land on Emerald and Mercury.

Still, neither of their two groups were going on the offensive at the moment.

Weiss knelt down beside Pyrrha as Jasmine looked the wound over. "How is she?"

"Bad." Jasmine hissed out between gritted teeth. "The spear was superheated. It did a lot of damage to the areas around where it hit inside of her body as well. I…"

Weiss looked up at Jasmine's eyes, then; at the panic she could see raging through her.

"I can save her."

Weiss' own eyes widened. "You can?"

"I can. Just…" Jasmine looked away. "It's my… my semblance. I haven't… wanted to reveal it, and…"

"Isn't Pyrrha's life more important than anything else!?" Weiss argued, almost annoyed that Jasmine was hesitating at all.

And yet, suddenly, it was Jaune who interrupted.

"Girl," His voice echoed out from the mirror at Weiss' back, and Jasmine turned towards the sound of it with wide eyes. "Thou art…"

"U-Uhm…" Jasmine swallowed. "Oh, fine. I guess it was going to come out eventually, anyways."

She leant down, closed her eyes, and pressed her hands together. All around them, the others had taken defensive positions. The White Fang, alongside Yang and Blake, were beginning to filter into the building, which assuredly meant the advantage was theirs.

But…

Suddenly, something surged through Weiss' gut. A feeling she knew, somehow, despite, well… everything.

"That…" She whispered below her breath. "Is that…"

"Indeed, tis exactly what you think." Jaune commented, sounding rather shocked himself.

"This Jasmine is capable of magic."

Weiss didn't even have a moment to truly process that information before Pyrrha began to glow a bright, brilliant white below her. All around them, the others turned to see what Jasmine was doing as well, including Oscar – or Ozpin? Things were weird – who seemed particularly interested.

"It can't be…" He whispered.

And yet, it seemed it very much could.

Pyrrha's wound steadily stitched itself back together. It took maybe fifteen or so seconds. It was, in Weiss' eyes, similar to watching one of those timelapse videos of a plant growing from out of the ground over the course of multiple days.

And once the wound had fully healed, Pyrrha let out a gasp, and opened her eyes to see Jasmine kneeling above her.

Her partner let out a gasp of relief, before leaning down and wrapping her arms around Pyrrha's form. Pyrrha returned the hug, although judging by her red face, she was quite a bit more concerned with the fact that Jasmine's breasts were pressing directly into her face.

Ugh. Those two were utterly hopeless.

"Healing magic…" Jaune's voice was quiet, enough so that only Weiss could hear it. "Even in my time, such was so rare that–"

"Well…" Jasmine shook her head. "That's uh… that's actually my semblance. It's more fortification than anything. I can enhance others auras with my own. But I can use the magic of the Arc family to strengthen it…" Jasmine turned around, saw Oscar staring at her, and uttered, "Actually, y'know what? We can talk about this later."

"So, uh," Yang and Blake walked up to them. "I'm taking it we missed something?"

"Yes, while you two were having couple's therapy, the rest of us were fighting for our lives!" Weiss hissed over at them, and though they shrunk back a bit, it was Adam to step forward, and mediate.

"Such was my fault. I saw the tension between them and sought to remedy it. Do not blame them, for they were initially quite doubtful. I imagine they would have assisted you if not for my intervention."

"That…" Weiss just groaned. "Sure, whatever. What's the plan, then?"

"For what?" Someone asked, Weiss didn't particularly care who.

She just pointed at the other side of the room, where Cinder, Emerald, Mercury, and that big tall guy were all waiting for them to make a move.

Oh, and Leonardo was there to. He was just cowering in the corner with his head in his hands.

"Oh, right." It was Ruby who answered. "Huh… uh… anyone got anything?"

"Other than beat them?" Qrow, who Weiss couldn't help but feel like hadn't actually been here for half of this battle, brought up. "Nah. Not really."

"Okay, all in favor of 'beat them'?"

Everyone raised their hands.

"Alright, then. We'll do that."

Pyrrha still needed to take it easy, but the rest of them could afford to get back in the thick of things. They rounded on Cinder's band quickly, and the five of them (counting Leonardo, which, given the fact that he'd not so much as moved, might not have been fair) didn't seem all too terribly pleased about that. Qrow took a wide angle, trapping them where they were, whilst Nora, Jasmine, and Yang came at them from the front.

And yet, before any of them could truly begin to fight…

A strange, jellyfish-looking Grimm floated its way into the room, from out of Leonardo's office.

It wasn't a Grimm that Weiss had ever seen before. It had a sphere-shaped head, and long, barbed tentacles that floated beneath its body. It hovered in the air, almost idling in place as it came to rest between their two groups, almost preventing things from going any further.

And then…

Darkness billowed out of it.

"So," A voice crept along the edges of the room, invading Weiss' skull. It sounded as if it came from all angles simultaneously; as if Weiss were being assaulted on all sides.

"You truly are returned."

It was hard to quite describe the affect that that voice had on each and every one of them. The one who reacted most obviously was Oscar. His entire posture shifted, and he went from confident to almost fearful in an instant.

The rest of them were no different, but it was a different sensation. It was akin to a knee-jerk reaction. There was no real thought put behind it.

They simply flinched away, for the voice itself was like venom. It was an instinctual thing, like the fear of the dark, or of spiders or snakes.

Like their genes were screaming at them to run.

Run away from the monster under the bed.

And yet, the sole person who remained unaffected was on Weiss' back.

"I am indeed." Jaune spoke, before more quietly saying, "Weiss, hold me up so that I might see."

Weiss did just that, drawing Jaune from off of her back and holding the mirror up so that this new figure, and Jaune, could meet face to face.

"It has been an awful long time; Dread King." The ashen woman, with a pale white face and piercing red eyes, spoke out.

Jaune sounded almost shocked.

"Salem. Is it truly thee who stands before me now?"

Weiss' eyes widened, as did, well, everyone else's. Weiss wasn't sure why, given that she should've been the only one present who actually knew who Salem was; the significance of that name.

Unless, somehow, they'd also figured that out?

Still, to think that Salem was working alongside Cinder – no, was likely the one commanding Cinder – was…

"It's almost humorous to me." Salem spoke, her voice even. "I had no memory of you at all until so very recently. But when I felt that pang of magic erupting from out of the Mistralian wilds, when I felt an art thought lost to time suddenly breathe once more… I knew that it could have only been you. I remember so very much, suddenly. Memories I'd thought entirely lost to time. I remember your name. Jaune D'Arc, was it not?"

Weiss thought Jaune would've been thrilled to hear his own name; to know that there was someone on Remnant who still knew him, but…

"Salem…" Jaune's voice was quiet. "What has happened to you?"

"Oh?" Salem tilted her head to one side. "Are you referring to this?" She gestured to her body; to her appearance. "There is very much to tell, but so little time. If you'd like, I'd be willing to tell you everything, if you would but come with me."

"I am afraid I would much rather not." Jaune spoke, sounding… honest. Weiss couldn't really tell anything else by his tone. "No… There's something wrong with you. You are not Salem. Not truly. You may technically be her… but only in the sense that a painting might depict one's visage. You… as you are now… are someone I have never encountered."

Salem actually laughed, then, and it was a harrowing sound. It grated on Weiss' ears, had her biting down on her bottom lip.

"I would say that the Salem in your memories is the painting; that woman from so very long ago is a pale shadow in comparison to who I am now."

"You are incorrect." Jaune shook his head. "You are the shadow. There is naught in you but anger, hate… and sorrow. You long for nothing but darkness. Nothing but the end."

Salem said nothing. Up until the corners of her mouth twitched upwards, into a mockery of a smile.

"Perhaps you are correct, Jaune D'Arc." Salem shook her head in amusement. "But that matters little, now. We are both in our respective positions, are we not?"

Jaune didn't respond to that. Salem turned towards Oscar, and her eyes widened somewhat.

"Ah, and Ozma, you're here as well."

Weiss felt like she'd been thrown for yet another loop; Ozpin was sort of a similar name to Ozma, but not really! What the hell was going on!?

Was Jaune's brother going to suddenly show up, too!?

"Wait, that boy is Ozma?" Jaune said, trying to turn around and look at Oscar, but being trapped within the mirror, he couldn't exactly make him out.

"Indeed."

"Thou art both here!?" Jaune scoffed. "How art thou both here!? Hath the both of you mocked death as I have!?"

"Indeed. A mockery of death that led to a rather long and painful story," Salem spoke. "One that does not need telling here. Suffice it to say that you were not the only one to receive punishment from the ever-so-illustrious gods. You were not the only one cursed."

Jaune lowered his gaze. "I had thought you abnormally pale. For a moment I simply assumed you did not get out much, but… I suppose being cursed by the God of Darkness' power is perhaps a more believable reason."

Weiss just groaned.

"It has been enlightening to see you again, Dread King." Salem spoke, and despite her tone, Weiss almost believed her. "Still, I've little else to say to you. It is clear that my subordinates have failed to apprehend your bearer." Salem spoke, staring down at Weiss, and causing her to shake on the spot. "A shame, but not one I am overly concerned about. We will most certainly meet again, Jaune D'Arc. Ozma."

And then, the head of the Grimm creature exploded out in a mess of viscera, painting the ground in a goopy mess of reds and blacks.

Once that had disintegrated, however, they looked up to find the four members of Salem's force entirely gone.

Notably, however, Leonardo Lionheart was still there.

He hadn't moved, actually. He was still cowering in that same corner.

"Is that… it?" Ruby asked to no one in particular.

"Seems like it." Yang grunted out. "Man, this is not how I thought my night was going to go."

"Samezies." Nora muttered.

"So, uh…" Qrow scratched at his chin. "I guess I'll go arrest Leo, then?"

He looked to Oscar, although it seemed as if Ozpin – Ozma? Things were complicated – had other ideas.

"That glimmer in her eyes…" He muttered, evidently speaking only to himself. "I have not seen such life in her in…"

He shook his head, before taking a deep breath, and then saying, "Everyone; I'm afraid this is not nearly as 'over' as many of you seem to believe it to be."

Weiss was a bit surprised to hear that, as were several of the others. That lasted up until Weiss realized it was her that Ozpin was looking at.

He took a step forward. Weiss took a step back.

His brow furrowed.

"Hand over the mirror, Ms. Schnee."

The others seemed to realize what was happening, now. Ruby, Blake and Yang all turned towards her, and seemed to be hoping that she'd go along with what Ozpin was saying. Jasmine, on the other hand, had gone back over to cradling Pyrrha – who seemed fine, but was evidently milking her being shish-kebabed for all it was worth – and was currently trying to make herself small.

It was clear she didn't want anyone questioning her about the fact that she, too, had utilized magic.

The specifics of which Weiss was completely oblivious to.

"What would you do with it?"

"Lock it away." Ozpin confirmed her suspicions. "Seal it away in the depths of Remnant, where none would ever stumble upon it again."

She looked down at Jaune's face in the mirror, and she saw the real fear on his face at that.

She looked back up, met Ozpin's eyes, and hardened her gaze.

"I… don't want you to do that, sir."

"And that is not your fault. You're being manipulated. That man's powers are beyond human comprehension."

"I'm not being–"

"Weiss, please." Ruby stepped in front of Oscar, urging her. "Give up the mirror."

Weiss took another step back, biting down on the inside of her cheek as she examined those surrounding her. The only person who didn't seem to want her to follow along with what Ozpin was saying was Adam.

Evidently, they'd all bought into what Ozpin was saying. They weren't even willing to hear her out.

Unfortunately, she couldn't exactly blame them, given that Adam had very clearly had his mind changed from the person he'd once been. Was it so strange to think the same had happened to her?

"Everyone…" Weiss tried one last time to convince them. "I'm not under the control of anyone. Jaune's not some megalomaniacal king, no matter what he seems to think. This is all just one giant misunderstanding."

Ruby, Yang, and Blake all looked between one another. They nodded their heads.

And in the next moment, Blake disappeared.

Weiss had just a moment to react before she realized that Blake hadn't disappeared, but a clone of her. The real Blake seemed to blink into existence above her, reaching for the mirror Weiss had in her arms, still holding it from where Jaune and Salem had been conversing.

She was barely able to get the mirror out from Blake's reach in time, but before she could relax, Ruby was there, making much the same gambit. Weiss swore below her breath, even as she felt a strange energy begin to emanate from out of the mirror in her arms.

Yang came at her, and then Ren and Nora. They were closing in. Oscar was charging for her, his cane raised, and Weiss was panicking. She couldn't lose the mirror. Not because of any power it granted her…

But because, whether or not she wanted to admit it, she had grown rather fond of Jaune.

And yet, apparently, she needn't have worried, because a moment later, when it seemed as if she'd have the item pried off her person…

Everyone collapsed to the ground like puppets with their strings cut.

It was such a strange thing to see happen, and instantly, Weiss knew that it could've only come from one person.

She turned the mirror around, so she could look at Jaune, and hissed, "What did you do!?"

"I put them to sleep."

Weiss assumed the worst. "You…"

"No, I mean I literally put them to sleep."

Case in point, Yang began to snore.

Weiss looked up, and, sure enough, the different members of both Team RWBY and JNPR, alongside Oscar and Qrow, had all mysteriously fallen asleep. Even Leonardo Lionheart had, although he'd fallen asleep leant up against the corner he'd been cowering in previously.

Hell, Adam and the White Fang, who'd still been standing behind Weiss, were all out as well.

"They'll be out for… four or five hours?" Jaune seemed uncertain as to the exact timeframe. "Maybe less? We'll want to not be here when that happens."

That was all well and good, but… "What about Adam and the White Fang?"

"I would've thought you'd be thrilled to be rid of them."

She would've as well, a few days ago, but annoyingly enough Adam had turned out to be a pretty great person when he had no evil in him to speak of. She'd enjoyed his advice, and his positive outlook.

Funny how life worked out.

"Although, before we go anywhere, I think there's something we should investigate first."

She looked down at Jaune. "What?"

"There's something below us. Something… magical. I cannot truly describe it. It's odd, but… it feels almost akin to the Gods' magic."

Weiss' eyes widened. "As in… the Gods of Light and Dark?"

"The very same." Jaune spoke. "Come, that statue between those staircases seems to be the obvious point down."

Weiss didn't quite know what it was that Jaune was talking about, but she walked towards the object anyway. She accidentally kicked poor Pyrrha in the face as she was trying to step over her, and she whispered out her apologies. Despite the contact, Pyrrha didn't so much as stir.

"Uhm… are you sure they're asleep, and not in a coma?"

"They're just in a very deep sleep." Jaune clarified. "They won't be able to awaken via normal means. If someone were to threaten their lives, of course, they'd awaken, so worry not for their safety."

Weiss was glad for that, at least. She was thinking about questioning how exactly the magic that was keeping them asleep determined whether or not their lives were being threatened, given that Weiss had, intentionally or not, just assaulted one of them, but she decided to worry about that later.

Or potentially never, to be honest.

"Ah, I see. There's a slot in the back for an object to be inserted." Jaune spoke, somehow able to just… tell."

"What do we do? Do we have to find it?"

"Find it? Hah. No, nothing so pedestrian. Give me a moment."

Jaune concentrated for perhaps thirty seconds, before, with a small grunt, her thrust his hand out.

And the statue gave a quiet rumble before beginning to move downwards, until the platform at the top was the only thing still exposed.

"I believe we are to get on."

Weiss rolled her eyes. She'd been able to figure out that much at least.

The ride down, if it could be called that, took quite a while. Every few seconds, Weiss would think that surely, there couldn't be that much further, and yet, that happened a good ten or so times before, finally, the cylindrical tunnel they'd been traveling down gave way to a massive empty space.

Massive almost felt like an understatement; it was a cavernous… well, cavern. The walls were composed of stone, but there was a manmade section that seemed to have been carved from the rock as well directly below them. It was a path that led to some kind of door, flanked on both sides with glowing trees. On the path were three cerulean circles, which glowed with a faint energy.

Weiss stepped off the lift to see that the massive door in the distance seemed to be sealed tight.

"What is that?"

"I've not the faintest idea." Jaune spoke. "But it feels vaguely magical in origin. Take me closer, I wish to examine it up close."

Weiss acquiesced, taking Jaune close enough that if he'd not been trapped within the mirror, he'd have been able to reach out and touch the doorway.

"How odd… tis locked with a rather rudimentary magical spell."

"Define rudimentary."

"Suffice it to say that back in my time, such would not have been any good for anything. It would've been akin to locking one's door with a single thin branch off a tree. A good kick of any kind would shatter it. I am going to use the magical equivalent of a kick, now."

Weiss took a step back, but otherwise waited until Jaune let out a breath, and an aura of some kind surged out of the mirror she was holding. The door in front of them reacted, beginning to open from the top to the bottom; different interlacing pieces peeling apart.

"Though I suppose in a world where only a handful of people possess magic, locking a door with even that most rudimentary of spells would be akin to sealing it away forever."

In the end, a minute or so later, the door had fully unlocked itself.

Beyond them was…

"Hm." Jaune's voice called out. "A liminal space. Something that was beyond even the most powerful of sorcerers in my time."

It was certainly an oddity. Weiss stepped into it, and found herself surrounded by vast dunes, endless sand, and a clear blue sky above.

If she didn't know any better, she'd have said they'd suddenly traveled to Vacuo.

And yet, that was impossible. Vacuo was a world away.

"This is the work of the Gods." Jaune spoke with assuredness. "No one besides them could have crafted such a place, though I know not why they would lock this space with such… well, lackadaisical magics."

"Is it possible the space and lock were made by different beings?"

"Almost assuredly that is the case." Jaune nodded along. "Otherwise… well, no matter. We should get what we came for."

The item in question was right there, floating above a small pedestal set in the middle of the sand. It seemed to be a lamp, if Weiss' eyes weren't deceiving her, although it could have just as easily been a pot, or some other decorative item. It glowed with a faint energy that seemed to indicate it, too, was magical in nature.

Given everything around them, that wasn't much of a surprise.

"What… is it?" She asked, hoping for a definitive answer from Jaune.

"I haven't the faintest idea." She got instead, once again.

"What should we do with it?"

"Why, take it with us, of course!"

"I feel like that's maybe not the greatest idea you've had." Weiss deadpanned.

"I have nothing but great ideas."

"Okay, sure."

Regardless of whether or not she thought it was a fantastic idea, she did step forward, and draw the lamp off of the pedestal. She'd sort of expected the entire space to come down around them, to begin to collapse like it would in one of those adventure movies Yang loved to put on in their dorm so much, but…

No. Nothing happened at all.

Weiss turned around, and walked back out with little fanfare at all.

It was anticlimactic, if she was being honest.

"…Now what?"

"Hm."

"If you say 'I haven't the faintest idea', I'm going to throw you back in that vault."

"…I do not know?"

Weiss just let out an aching sigh.

/

Weiss Schnee, alongside the mirror housing the Dread King of yore, exited out of Haven Academy some ten or so minutes later. They did so under the impression that no one knew about what they carried with them; a Relic of a bygone age.

And yet, they were wrong.

For in the distance, stood atop a building far enough away that they would not be seen, a figure observed all of this with a curious eye.

They smiled, then laughed, and then disappeared into the night.

/

The fallout of the events at Haven Academy were… interesting, to say the least.

For one, the most obvious of all was that Leonardo Lionheart was arrested, and was awaiting a trial that would be rather damning, to put things lightly. He was being accused of knowingly sending thousands of Hunters to their deaths, and, well, obviously they couldn't say 'was also working with Salem', given the world had no idea who that was, but they could bring him up on charges for conspiring to destroy Beacon Academy, given that he'd fought alongside some of the people responsible.

Weiss had expected to see Adam's name in the news as well, perhaps that he'd been arrested for his past crimes, and yet… no. He was absent, which meant that he'd either gotten away, or the others had covered for him.

She assumed that the latter was more likely, given the fact that she was pretty sure Adam as he currently was would just allow himself to be arrested to 'atone for his sins'.

Although there were rumors of a scarred faunus raising money for charity on the upper levels of Mistral's streets, or volunteering in soup kitchens for hours at a time, or handing out coats or other items to the homeless.

Weiss still wasn't sure what to think about the current Adam, if she were being honest. She supposed it was better than the alternative, and if he was doing this much good, then she couldn't much argue with what Jaune had said, either; that this was better than him just being dead.

On the other hand, there was quite literally zero news about anything that had happened at Haven, beyond that Lionheart had been found out to be a traitor, and had been arrested. The arrest itself was being credited to Qrow, likely because he was a well-known enough Huntsman that it wasn't particularly odd for him to be involved.

In news from Atlas, her father still hadn't put out any notice that she was missing, likely perfectly happy with her not being there as long as she wasn't contributing to any bad publicity. As long as she faded into the background, she'd likely be fine to continue doing… well, whatever it was she was doing.

And on that note…

"So, what's the plan?" Jaune asked her.

It was a fair question. Very fair. Frankly, she just wished she had the answer herself.

The fact of the matter was, they were likely being pursued.

Ruby, Blake and Yang weren't going to want to give up on her, but she also didn't want to just surrender Jaune. He was…

Honestly, she wasn't going to admit it, but he was a friend.

She didn't want him to be sealed away.

So, for right now…

They needed to get away.

Vale wasn't really an option, given that it was still recovering from being utterly decimated by Grimm, and while she would've liked to say Vacuo, given the baggage she had with the other location… well, it was about as far away from them as one could realistically get.

And frankly, if Weiss Schnee showed up on Menagerie, she was fairly certain she'd be burned at the stake within an hour.

So, with that…

"I suppose we'll return to Atlas." She sighed.

It was, at the very least, somewhere she could protect Jaune. It wasn't a foolproof plan, but she could return to the Schnee mansion, and Jaune would likely be left alone. No one there knew of him.

She just had to keep it that way.

Still, Mistral didn't exactly offer non-stop flights to Atlas, and frankly, they'd be expecting her to take a flight out of Mistral. She assumed that Qrow would be watching any ways out of the city by walking, via bird form, which meant that if she wanted to get out… she would want to stick close to the ground, and also somewhere she could remain anonymous.

"We can take a train to Argus, first." She stated, already formulating the full plan in her head. "Once we're there, we'll chart a flight to Atlas."

"And we're going to Atlas because…?"

Oh. Right. She'd yet to provide Jaune with an actual reason.

And on her honor, she wasn't about to admit that she was protecting him.

"I want to visit my sister, Winter." She made up on the spot, which would, actually, be a good reason to go as well. "That's all."

"…Alright." Jaune didn't seem to believe her, but he didn't call her on anything. "I do feel I should bring something up, however."

"Hm?"

"Simply that the last time we relied on someone other than ourselves to get us somewhere – namely that bullhead pilot to get us to Mistral – we ran into a rather difficult situation, one which nearly got thee killed."

Weiss couldn't quite blame Jaune for being a bit paranoid. In all honesty, there'd been a time where she'd have likely been just as worried as him. But this time, she was confident.

"Relax, last time was a fluke." She spoke, shaking her head and chuckling below her breath.

"Nothing's going to go wrong this time."

/

There they were, stranded, alone, and in the middle of a snow-covered forest somewhere in the middle of Mistral, while freezing winds raged around them.

"Weiss?" The mirror strapped to her back called out.

She sighed. "Yes?"

"Doeth me a favor and do not speak the next time thy plan our route."

"Yeah," She moaned out below her breath.

"Agreed."

End Chapter 12

Y'know, it's generally recommended not to pick up strange Relics you find in liminal spaces created by Gods for no reason other than to have them, Jaune.

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