AIRSHIP
Blake sat comfortably in her seat, the quiet hum of the airship's engines filling the cabin. She held her Scroll to her ear, a small smile forming as she listened to the familiar voice on the other end.
"I'll make it up to you when I get back. I promise."
"Normally, I would lie," Blake admitted, glancing out the window at the passing clouds. "But I do feel lonely."
She heard Yang chuckle on the other end.
"I'll make it up to you when I get back. I promise."
"I'll hold onto that promise," Blake replied. "Gotta go. I will see you tomorrow night, Yang. Stay safe."
"I will, my little kitten."
The call ended with a soft beep. Blake lowered her Scroll, staring at the screen for a moment before placing it away, the small smile still on her lips.
"Oh, you're in for a surprise, Yang," she murmured to herself, leaning back in her seat as the airship continued its course toward Vale.
ALLEYWAY
Blaze stood in the dimly lit alley, gripping SoulBreaker tightly in his hand. The weight of the weapon felt heavier than usual, as if it carried the weight of his own conflicted emotions. After a brief pause, he exhaled sharply and drove the tip of the blade into the ground, the metal piercing through the cracked pavement with ease.
Leaving SoulBreaker embedded in the alley floor, he turned and stepped onto the street, his gaze shifting toward the devices carefully placed around the area. One was affixed to the brick wall of a nearby building, its faint red light blinking in sequence. Another was strapped to the side of a parked car across the street, its small screen pulsing with data.
Blaze narrowed his eyes, taking in the scene. Everything was in place. Now, all that was left was to wait.
JAIL CELL
Emerald lay motionless on the stiff mattress, staring blankly at the ceiling. The cold, dimly lit cell had been her home for days now, and though she had put on a front of defiance, the walls were beginning to close in on her.
With a slow, deliberate movement, she sat up and tilted her head slightly, letting something slip from her mouth—a false tooth. It hit her palm with a soft clink, the tiny object feeling heavier than it should in her grasp. Taking a deep breath, she pressed down on the tooth, cracking it open to reveal a small, concealed device no larger than a button.
Emerald hesitated for a moment, her fingers tightening around it. If this failed, she was on her own. If it worked... well, that was a whole different kind of problem.
Swallowing her doubt, she pressed the tiny activation switch and discreetly slid the device under her bed, wedging it against the metal frame. The blinking red light flashed once before vanishing completely.
Lying back down, she stared at the ceiling once more, forcing a smirk to her lips. But deep down, uncertainty gnawed at her.
STREET
Blaze stood tall in the middle of the street, his full suit of armor gleaming under the streetlights. His presence alone was enough to send unease through the crowd of onlookers. People stopped in their tracks, eyes widening at the sight of the armored warrior standing so confidently, waiting for something—or someone.
Above him, Ruby hovered in the air, her red cape billowing slightly from the updraft of her flight. She locked eyes with Blaze, uncertainty flashing across her face for a brief moment before she descended, landing lightly on the asphalt.
Blaze smirked as he looked at her. "Well. It's about time."
Ruby hesitated before stepping forward. "Blaze." Her voice was firm, yet pleading. "Please. You have to listen to me. This isn't the way."
Blaze tilted his head slightly, as if considering her words, before he casually lifted his wrist and pressed a button on his sleeve.
A high-pitched frequency erupted from two nearby devices—one attached to the side of a building, the other mounted onto a car across the street. The sound hit Ruby like a shockwave, her senses overwhelmed by the painful, ear-piercing screech.
"AGH!" Ruby screamed, clutching her head as the shrill noise rattled through her skull. Around her, civilians cried out in pain, covering their ears as they stumbled back, running for safety.
Through gritted teeth, Ruby forced herself to act. She thrust her hands forward, summoning ice in an instant. Thick pillars of frost encased the devices, freezing their inner mechanisms solid. Wasting no time, she grabbed a nearby manhole cover, split it clean in half with her strength, and hurled the pieces like discs at the frozen machines.
CRASH! The makeshift projectiles shattered the devices, silencing the agonizing soundwave.
Ruby panted, her ears still ringing, before turning her furious gaze back to Blaze. Her hands curled into fists as she stepped toward him.
"You don't have to do this, Blaze!" she shouted. "Killing me won't bring back your father! It won't change anything!"
Blaze merely smirked and took a slow step forward. "Oh, it'll be worth it, all right." His voice was low, but full of malice.
The two of them stopped just five feet apart, the tension between them crackling like a live wire.
Blaze tilted his head slightly, watching Ruby's expression shift between anger and hesitation. He let out a dark chuckle. "And when I'm done with you… maybe I'll pay the Schnee girl a visit next."
A flash of red erupted in Ruby's silver eyes.
Without thinking, she launched forward and drove her fist into Blaze's chestplate. The impact sent him flying twenty feet backward, crashing hard into the pavement.
Blaze groaned slightly but wasn't down for long. He pressed another button on his wrist, triggering his next move.
From the nearby alleyways, the lids of two dumpsters suddenly burst open. Mounted machine guns rose from inside, locking onto Ruby. Without hesitation, they opened fire, bullets tearing through the air.
Ruby reacted instantly, raising her hands and summoning thick ice shields in front of her. The bullets ricocheted off the frozen barricades, but the suppressive fire kept her pinned.
She clenched her jaw. Not this time.
Flapping her cape, she soared into the air, dodging another volley. Lifting her hands, she summoned swirling flames at her fingertips before launching twin fireballs toward the turrets. The burning projectiles found their mark, consuming the machines in a fiery explosion.
The street was left in a haze of smoke and embers, and Ruby turned her gaze downward, locking onto Blaze as he climbed back to his feet.
Blaze pushed himself up, shaking off the glass shards embedded in his armor. His breathing was heavy with frustration as he turned just in time to see Ruby approaching through the shattered remains of the restaurant's window, her silver eyes glowing with anger.
Before he could react, she surged forward, gripping him by the throat with a strength that left him gasping.
With a roar of effort, Ruby hurled Blaze through the building, sending him crashing through walls and furniture until they both burst out onto the rooftop of a nearby hotel. The impact sent a shockwave through the structure, and Blaze barely managed to keep himself from tumbling over the edge.
Ruby hovered in the air above him before landing with a controlled stomp. She marched toward him with determination, her fists clenched.
"Just tell me where she is, and I'll let you live." Her voice was cold, filled with warning. "Don't make me kill you."
Blaze, ignoring her ultimatum, reached into his armor and pulled out a small canister. He twisted the top and tossed it to the ground.
A thick cloud of smoke exploded across the rooftop, engulfing the area in a dense haze. Ruby coughed, covering her mouth as she navigated through the smoke, eyes darting around for any sign of movement.
Then, something rolled against her boot.
Glancing down, Ruby spotted a small metallic device. She picked it up, inspecting the strange design—before realization struck too late.
Blaze hadn't moved from his spot at all. He had been waiting.
The device hissed, releasing a plume of purple smoke directly into Ruby's face. She inhaled involuntarily, and within seconds, her throat tightened.
Poison?!
She gagged, stumbling back as her airways constricted. She fell to her knees, clutching her neck, her vision swimming. Blaze's silhouette approached through the haze, his armor gleaming under the rooftop lights.
"You should thank your girlfriend for this," Blaze taunted. "She had a few of these on her when I captured her."
Ruby's blurred vision locked onto him, pure rage igniting within her.
"Oh. Did I mention her again?" Blaze smirked.
Ruby forced herself to her feet, ignoring the burning in her lungs. With a furious yell, she swung a punch at Blaze.
But he caught it.
With an effortless grip, he halted her attack, his smirk widening.
"Now the fun begins," Blaze said, as his armor began to emit a dark, pulsing glow.
Ruby gritted her teeth and swung her other fist, only for Blaze to block it just as easily. Then, without warning, he rammed his forehead against hers.
Stars exploded in Ruby's vision as she staggered backward. Before she could regain her footing, Blaze closed the distance, blocking every desperate strike she attempted. His movements were precise, ruthless.
He grabbed her wrist, twisting it painfully before driving his knee into her stomach.
The air rushed from Ruby's lungs in a silent gasp.
A brutal punch slammed into her throat, cutting off any chance of her catching her breath.
Blaze didn't stop there. With a powerful roundhouse kick, he sent her flying across the rooftop.
Ruby hit the ground hard, rolling to a stop with a pained grunt.
Coughing, she tried to push herself up—only for Blaze to leap into the air and come crashing down on top of her, pinning her to the rooftop.
The moment she struggled, Blaze grinned.
"You're weaker than I expected, Little Red."
The roof gave way under the force of their combined weight, sending both Blaze and Ruby crashing through layers of drywall and wooden beams. They slammed into the floor of a hotel suite below, with Blaze landing hard on top of Ruby, pinning her beneath his weight.
Ruby groaned, her body aching from the impact. She attempted to push herself up, but Blaze responded with a swift, vicious kick to her ribs, sending her rolling across the floor.
She barely had time to recover before another kick connected. Then another. And another.
Each blow forced more air from her lungs, but she grit her teeth and fought through the pain.
Ruby forced herself onto her hands and knees, only for Blaze to grab her by the neck and slam her head against the nearest wall. Her vision blurred from the sudden force, but before she could react, a brutal punch sent her sprawling to the floor again.
Dazed, Ruby lay there for a moment, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. He's faster than I expected. Stronger too.
Then, slowly, anger replaced disbelief.
She lifted her head, her silver eyes burning with fury as she glared at Blaze.
Blaze smirked, preparing another kick—but Ruby caught his foot mid-swing.
With a growl, she twisted his leg and threw him through the nearest wall. The impact sent him flying across the hallway and into another hotel suite, shattering furniture as he landed.
For a few moments, neither of them moved.
Then, groaning, both fighters slowly pushed themselves up, panting, bruised, and glaring at each other through the gaping hole in the wall.
Their eyes locked.
Then, with a simultaneous roar, they charged.
The walls between them crumbled as their fists collided, sending shockwaves through the hotel. Drywall and debris rained down as they tore through the hallway, their punches breaking through wooden beams and plaster.
At the far end of the hall, Blaze suddenly grabbed Ruby by the collar and slammed her against the wall, pinning her there. His fists began pummeling her again, striking her face and ribs with brutal efficiency.
At first, Ruby grunted with each hit, her body jerking against the force of the blows.
But after the third punch—she barely flinched.
After the fourth—she stopped reacting entirely.
Blaze hesitated for a split second, realizing something was wrong.
Then he saw her eyes.
They were glowing.
With a terrifying snarl, Ruby's body lifted off the ground, her strength overwhelming Blaze's grip.
Before he could react, she shot forward, grabbing him by the shoulders and launching them both downward.
The floor shattered beneath them as they crashed into the hotel's dining hall, sending tables and chairs flying in every direction. The guests inside screamed and scattered, fleeing toward the exits.
Ruby, fueled by pure adrenaline, was the first to rise. Without hesitation, she grabbed Blaze and hurled him across the room. His armored body slammed against a stone pillar, cracking it on impact.
Blaze groaned, shaking off the impact. Then, spotting a nearby ice sculpture, he smirked.
Grabbing the heavy block of ice, he hoisted it above his head and turned to face Ruby—who was already sprinting toward him.
With a flick of his wrist, he pulled another choking grenade from his belt and activated it.
The canister exploded just as Ruby reached him, filling the air with thick purple smoke.
Ruby's charge faltered immediately. She gagged, her body seizing up as the gas filled her lungs.
Her vision swam. Her strength left her.
She barely registered the solid crack of ice meeting her skull.
The last thing she saw before her world went dark was the shattered remains of the sculpture falling around her as she collapsed onto the broken table beneath her.
HOTEL ROOM
Yang groggily blinked awake at the sound of her Scroll ringing. She yawned, rubbing her eyes as she reached for it, answering the call from Blake.
"Hello?"
"Yang." Blake's voice came through, her tone laced with worry. "Are you alright?"
"I… am," Yang answered, confused. "Why?"
"Yang." Blake hesitated. "There's a large fire engulfing the area near your hotel."
Yang's eyes widened. "What?"
"And people have been reporting explosions. That's not all. Some are saying they saw Ruby fighting a man in dark armor."
Yang sat up straight, her drowsiness gone. "The guy who stabbed Ruby?"
"That's who I was thinking, Yang."
"Wait. How do you know all this, Blake?"
"I'm en route to Vale as we speak." Blake answered. "I just saw the news pop up on my Scroll a couple minutes ago."
Yang threw off her blanket and rushed to the window. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the raging fire blazing a few streets away. The dark plumes of smoke curled into the night sky, and even from her distance, she could see the glow of the flames reflecting off nearby buildings.
Grabbing Ember Celica, she quickly strapped them on, pocketed her Scroll, and bolted out of the room. She kept the call going as she sprinted down the hallway.
"Blake, land near the fire and meet me at the cafe I showed you a couple weeks ago."
"I can do that."
"You should also call Weiss," Yang added, leaping down a flight of stairs two steps at a time. "Let her know what's happening."
"Got it." Blake responded.
"Alright," Yang said, sprinting through the city. "I'll call Penny. She'll be in the Command Center. See what she can do."
"Be careful, okay?" Blake's voice came through the Scroll, concern evident in her tone.
"You know I will," Yang replied before hanging up.
As she dashed through the hotel lobby and out onto the street, she quickly typed on her Scroll and waited for Penny to answer.
"Hello?"
"Penny, it's Yang. I need you to do something for me. Are you in the Command Center?"
"I am."
"Good. I need you to track Ruby's Scroll."
"And exactly why should I do that?" Penny's voice carried an edge to it.
Yang clenched her jaw. She knew Penny was still mad at her, but now wasn't the time for grudges.
"Because I think she's in danger, Penny. And she could be hurt. I know you're angry at me, but right now, I need to find Ruby. Can you help me?"
There was a pause before Penny let out a sigh. "Okay. Give me a couple minutes. I'll find Ruby's Scroll in no time."
"Thank you, Penny," Yang said, ending the call.
Stuffing her Scroll into her pocket, she turned her gaze to the massive plume of black smoke in the distance. Without wasting another second, she took off running toward it.
ALLEYWAY
Blaze walked toward the battered and barely-moving Ruby, his heavy boots crunching against the shattered glass and debris. She groaned, struggling to lift herself off the dented dumpster, her body aching from the relentless beating.
"When my father died two years ago," Blaze began, his voice eerily calm as he approached, "I knew you were to blame."
Ruby, still dazed, forced her eyes open, her vision blurry as she tried to focus on her opponent.
"You could've grabbed Salem and thrown her into the air, away from everyone," Blaze continued, his tone dark and unwavering. "You could've just punched her into the ground. But no. You blindly threw her into our apartment building."
Ruby clenched her fists, her breathing ragged, as the memories of that fateful night flashed through her mind.
"I found my father in the rubble." Blaze's voice wavered slightly, but his fury remained. "I was there when he drew his last breath. His final words to me before passing were—" Blaze's grip tightened on his weapon. "'Avenge me, son.'"
Before Ruby could react, Blaze grabbed her by the collar of her cloak and yanked her off the dumpster, effortlessly hoisting her into the air.
"And that's exactly what I'm about to do right now."
With a powerful swing, Blaze hurled Ruby across the alley. She crashed through a stack of wooden crates before slamming into the brick wall on the other side. The force of the impact sent cracks spiderwebbing across the surface.
Ruby let out a weak cough, her body refusing to cooperate as she struggled to move. Blaze, however, wasn't finished.
Stalking toward her, he reached down, gripping her by the front of her hoodie, and lifted her up to eye level.
"You took everything from me," he growled. "Now, I'll take everything from you."
With a final, brutal throw, he sent Ruby flying out of the alleyway and into the street, where she tumbled across the pavement, landing hard on her side. The few remaining civilians screamed and ran as Blaze emerged from the shadows, stepping into the glow of the streetlights.
STREET
Yang watched as the airship landed, the back door hissing open. The moment the ramp lowered, Blake stepped out, looking tense but ready.
"You got here fast," Yang said, relief barely masking the urgency in her tone.
"I was already on my way when I heard the news," Blake replied, quickly stepping up beside her.
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
Yang didn't question it further. Right now, they had more pressing matters.
"Did you call Weiss?" Yang asked.
"I did," Blake said, shaking her head. "But she hasn't answered. I'll try again soon."
Before Yang could respond, her Scroll rang. She answered it immediately.
"Penny. Have you located Ruby's Scroll?"
"I have, Yang," Penny's voice came through, steady but concerned. "Ruby is approximately four blocks east from your current location. However—" she hesitated, "I am also detecting another Scroll near her. No registered ID on it."
Yang and Blake exchanged a look. That could only mean one thing—she wasn't alone.
A loud crash echoed through the streets, cutting through the conversation like a blade. Both Huntresses snapped their heads in the direction of the noise, their bodies tensing.
"Thanks, Penny," Yang said quickly. "And as a precaution, locate Weiss' Scroll too. Let me know where she is."
"Understood," Penny confirmed before the call ended.
Yang stuffed her Scroll back into her pocket and turned to Blake. The worry in her eyes had hardened into determination.
"Come on," she said.
ALLEYWAY
Blaze strode forward with deliberate steps, his armor clanking softly as he moved. Along the way, he reached down and ripped SoulBreaker from the ground where it had remained pinned. The heavy blade hummed with dark energy in his grip.
A few feet ahead, Ruby pushed herself up from the ground, clutching her side, breathing heavily. She winced but refused to back down as she locked eyes with Blaze.
"I've waited two years for this, Ruby Rose," Blaze growled, his voice laced with venom. "And now, I can finally avenge my father."
Ruby, still catching her breath, shook her head. "And then what?" she asked, her voice rough but defiant. "What happens after? You kill me, and then what? Keep fighting for Cinder? Keep throwing your life away for her?"
Blaze smirked, unfazed by her words. "Possibly. I've already proven myself to be an important asset to her forces. And I'll keep fighting for her... until the day I die."
At that, Ruby chuckled. Then, to Blaze's irritation, the chuckle turned into outright laughter.
Blaze's eyes narrowed, his grip on SoulBreaker tightening. "Why the hell are you laughing?" he snapped.
Ruby's laughter faded, but the smirk remained on her face as she met his glare. "Do you really think you matter to Cinder? To Envy?" she asked, tilting her head. "You might think you're important, but to them? You're nothing more than a pawn. A disposable tool. And the second you stop being useful, they'll throw you away. Or worse—they'll kill you themselves."
Blaze's nostrils flared, rage burning in his eyes. With a furious roar, he lifted SoulBreaker high above his head, preparing to cleave her in two. He charged at Ruby, his blade flashing in the dim alley light.
But before he could strike, something wrapped around his leg.
Blaze barely had time to register the black ribbon coiling tightly around his ankle before he was yanked off his feet, hitting the ground hard. SoulBreaker clattered from his grip, sliding a few feet away.
Ruby's gaze snapped upward, catching sight of Blake sprinting toward them, Gambol Shroud still extended.
Blaze groaned and tried to get up, shaking his head—only to be met with a swift, brutal fist to the face.
The force of the punch sent his head snapping backward before everything went dark. His body slumped, unconscious, as Yang stood over him, cracking her knuckles.
"Yeah," Yang muttered, shaking out her fist. "That felt good."
Yang turned and saw Ruby slumped against the wall, her breath uneven. Cuts and bruises covered her face and arms, evidence of the brutal fight she'd just endured.
"Ruby," Yang called, her voice laced with concern.
She ran to her, dropping to a crouch in front of her. Ruby lifted her head, meeting Yang's gaze.
"I'm fine, Yang," Ruby assured, though her voice was weak. "Just... need a couple of minutes."
Without warning, Yang pulled Ruby into a tight embrace. Ruby groaned in pain but didn't pull away.
"I'm just glad you're alright," Yang murmured.
Ruby's eyes flicked to Blake, who stood a few feet away, furiously tapping on her Scroll. After a moment, she growled in frustration.
"Dammit," Blake muttered, walking over to the sisters. "I tried calling Weiss again. No answer."
Ruby's breath hitched. A chill ran through her.
"No. No. They have her," she gasped, eyes wide with panic.
Yang pulled back, her expression hardening. "Who has her?"
"Torchwick," Ruby answered, voice shaking. "He's got her hostage."
Yang stood up, fists clenching. "Why? What does he want?"
"He wanted me to kill Blaze so that Weiss would live," Ruby said. "She's running out of time. I—I think I have ten minutes, maybe less."
Blake placed a reassuring hand on Ruby's shoulder. "Penny's tracking Weiss' Scroll. Once we get a location, we'll go rescue her."
"I can get to wherever she is faster," Ruby argued, pushing herself off the wall.
Yang quickly blocked her path. "No. You need to get to the Citadel, Ruby."
She walked over to Blaze's unconscious form and grabbed his Scroll before returning to Ruby. Yang placed the device in her sister's hands.
"Give this to Ironwood. He'll want whatever's on it. And you need to get your wounds treated."
"No," Ruby snapped. "I can't. Weiss needs me."
She tried to push past Yang, but her older sister firmly held her in place.
"No, Ruby," Yang repeated, her voice steady but firm.
Ruby's gaze met Yang's, desperation in her silver eyes.
"I'm making you a promise," Yang said, gripping Ruby's shoulders. "I'll bring Weiss back. Alive."
Ruby swallowed hard, searching Yang's expression. After a moment of hesitation, she slowly nodded.
Yang and Blake exchanged a brief glance before sprinting out of the alleyway, disappearing into the city.
Ruby exhaled sharply, turning her attention to Blaze's unconscious body. Her eyes then landed on SoulBreaker, lying discarded in the alleyway.
With a grim expression, she reached down, gripping the weapon's hilt tightly before taking off into the sky, flying toward the Citadel.
AIRSHIP
Yang and Blake rushed onto the airship, the engines already warming up. The pilot turned his head slightly, adjusting his headset.
"Miss Belladonna," the pilot called out. "I'm receiving a radio transmission from Miss Polendina."
"Patch her through," Blake ordered without hesitation.
The pilot nodded and pressed a button. Penny's voice crackled through the speakers.
"Yang. You there?"
"I am, Penny," Yang answered, her tone serious.
"Good. I've located Weiss' Scroll. It's pinging from a warehouse near the docks, about ten miles west of your current location."
Yang clenched her fists. "Alright. Send the coordinates to the airship's navigation system."
"Got it. Uploading now."
The airship's console lit up with a map overlay, a red dot marking their target. The pilot gave a nod, adjusting the course.
Blake turned to Yang, gripping Gambol Shroud tightly. "This is it."
Yang cracked her knuckles. "Yeah."
She took a deep breath, her violet eyes darkening with resolve.
"Let's go get Weiss."
DARK PALACE
Cinder's crimson eyes glowed faintly as she studied the screen of her Scroll. A single red blip pulsed steadily on a map of Vale, marking a precise location. She smirked, tilting her head slightly before turning toward the throne at the center of the grand hall.
Envy sat comfortably, one leg crossed over the other, fingers tapping idly on the armrest. The dim lighting of the palace cast eerie shadows over her form, but the knowing glint in her eyes was unmistakable.
"We have a location, Mistress," Cinder reported, her voice laced with satisfaction.
Envy's lips curled into a slow, sinister smile. "Perfect."
She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, placing her hands together. "Then let's get prepared. I want every piece in place before we make our move."
Cinder nodded, already tapping into her Scroll to send out the necessary orders. As she did, Envy rose from her throne, the crack in the mirror behind her seeming to widen just slightly, unnoticed.
"The time is coming," Envy murmured to herself. "And soon… they will all break."
CITADEL – COURTYARD
The air in the courtyard was tense with focus as Sun Wukong and Neon Katt circled Velvet Scarlatina. The three of them had been sparring for the past ten minutes, and despite their teamwork, Velvet remained standing, unshaken, a calm and determined expression on her face.
"You ready to turn up the heat, Sun?" Neon asked, twirling her nunchucks, sparks of her Semblance lighting up with every movement.
Sun grinned, spinning his staff, Ruyi Bang and Jingu Bang, effortlessly in his hands. "Always, Neon. Let's finish this."
Velvet adjusted her stance, her Photon Replicas shimmering around her—copies of weapons she had memorized from observing some of the best fighters in the world.
"Come at me, boys," she challenged, her voice cool and composed.
Sun made the first move, dashing forward in a blur, his staff extending as he swung at Velvet's side. She blocked it with a cloned version of his own staff, the weapons clashing with a loud clang. Neon used the opportunity to dash behind Velvet, aiming a high kick at her back. Velvet anticipated it, twisting her body to deflect the attack while shoving Sun away with a quick burst of force.
Neon recovered instantly, flipping back onto her feet, and sprinted in again, her nunchucks whirling in a dazzling display. She struck out, but Velvet parried each blow, dodging and weaving like she had rehearsed their movements a hundred times before.
"Come on, Velvet!" Neon huffed. "You gotta let us hit you at least once!"
Velvet smirked, side-stepping a follow-up strike from Sun and landing a powerful kick against his stomach, sending him skidding backward. "Not my style, sorry."
Sun gritted his teeth, launching a barrage of golden clones toward her. They zigzagged, attacking from all angles in an effort to overwhelm her. But Velvet was unfazed.
With precision and grace, she danced through the clones, taking them out with expertly timed strikes. The final clone lunged at her, but she flipped over it, landing right in front of the real Sun.
Before he could react, she caught his staff between her hands, pulled him forward, and twisted her body to slam her knee into his chest, knocking the wind out of him.
Sun coughed, falling to a knee. "Okay, okay. I give!"
Neon, seeing her partner fall, made a last-ditch effort, dashing in with her speed. She went for a spinning strike, but Velvet was already in motion. She ducked under the attack, grabbed Neon's wrist, and used her own momentum to flip her over. Neon hit the ground with a thud, blinking up at the sky.
"That was mean," Neon groaned.
Velvet grinned, offering a hand to each of them. "That was training."
Before they could catch their breath, a sudden boom echoed through the air. Sun turned toward the sound, eyes widening as a crimson streak tore through the sky.
"Who is that?" Athena, standing nearby, asked.
A figure shot downward, landing hard on the ground before stumbling and collapsing. A weapon clattered to the ground beside them.
"Ruby!" Sun shouted, sprinting toward her.
Velvet and Neon followed, the onlookers watching in shock. Sun crouched down, carefully rolling Ruby onto her back. His face tightened at the sight of her injuries—cuts, bruises, and what looked like fresh burns.
"Velvet, get Dr. Marshall. Now."
Velvet nodded, immediately running off toward the Med Bay.
Neon knelt beside them, picking up the unfamiliar sword Ruby had dropped. "Whose sword is this?" she asked, inspecting the weapon's intricate design.
A faint groan caught their attention. Sun looked down to see Ruby weakly opening her eyes, a strained smile forming on her lips.
"Hey, Sun," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sun gently pushed her back down as she attempted to sit up. "Don't move, Ruby. You're hurt. Just hang tight—Dr. Marshall will be here any second."
Ruby exhaled softly, nodding before weakly pulling out a Scroll from her pocket. She pressed it into Sun's hands.
"Get this to Ironwood. Could help with whatever we need," she muttered.
Sun took the Scroll, immediately handing it off to Neon. "Go. Now."
Neon nodded, sprinting off toward the Command Center.
Moments later, Velvet returned with Dr. Marshall, who quickly knelt beside Ruby and began assessing her injuries.
"Weiss..." Ruby whispered.
Sun leaned in closer. "What about Weiss?"
"They took Weiss," Ruby said weakly. "Yang's getting her back... She promised..."
Before Sun could ask anything more, Ruby's eyes fluttered closed, and she fell unconscious.
"Don't worry," Dr. Marshall assured, checking her vitals. "I'll get her to the Med Bay."
"Got it, Doc," Sun said, standing up. His fists clenched as he exchanged a glance with Velvet, both of them realizing the gravity of the situation.
DOCKS
The airship descended over the dimly lit docks, its engines humming as Yang and Blake stood near the exit, weapons ready. The cold night air seeped into the cabin as the hatch prepared to open.
Blake tapped her earpiece. "Penny, what are we dealing with outside?"
Penny's voice crackled through the comms. "I'm detecting six hostiles patrolling the perimeter of the warehouse. Each is armed with machine guns designed for anti-aircraft defense. They'll likely open fire the moment they spot you."
Yang gripped Ember Celica. "Great. Any ideas on how we get past without turning into Swiss cheese?"
"You might not have to," Penny responded. "Your pilot, Tanner, has it covered."
Yang raised an eyebrow. "Tanner?"
A new voice came through the comms, cool and confident. "That would be me," the pilot answered. "Relax, ladies. I'll handle the welcoming committee."
The airship banked, heading straight toward the warehouse. Below, the Dark Seekers spotted the incoming craft and immediately scrambled into position, hoisting their machine guns and taking aim. A second later, a barrage of tracer rounds ripped through the night sky, lighting up the airship's hull with near-misses.
Tanner smirked and pressed down a button. "Your turn, boys."
From beneath the airship, an automated turret deployed and locked onto the enemy gunners. It unleashed a rapid storm of bullets, tearing through crates and vehicles scattered around the warehouse. One of the rounds struck a nearby fuel container, triggering an explosion that sent flames roaring across the dock.
The resulting fireball engulfed the Dark Seekers, their weapons clattering uselessly to the ground as the flames consumed them.
Torchwick sat casually in a chair across from Weiss, twirling his cane between his fingers. He smirked as she continued to struggle against her restraints, though the collar around her neck ensured she wasn't going anywhere fast.
A sudden explosion outside rattled the building, causing a few dust particles to drift down from the ceiling. Torchwick's smirk faded as he turned his gaze toward the nearest window. Through the grime-covered glass, he could see the airship hovering over the docks, its mounted gun still smoking from the earlier attack.
His grip on his cane tightened as his scowl deepened. "Oh, for the love of—does nobody know how to keep an airspace secure anymore?"
He turned sharply to one of the Dark Seekers standing nearby, a soldier garbed in dark combat gear, already gripping a sniper rifle.
"Take out the pilot," Torchwick ordered, his voice low and dangerous.
The Dark Seeker gave a curt nod, quickly moving toward a makeshift sniper nest near the rafters. He adjusted his position, lying prone on a stack of crates to stabilize his aim. Through his scope, he locked onto the pilot's seat, where Tanner was carefully maneuvering the airship.
The crosshairs centered on Tanner's head. The sniper exhaled slowly, steadying his breath. His finger squeezed the trigger.
A suppressed shot echoed through the warehouse.
The sudden crack of shattering glass echoed through the cockpit as a sniper round pierced the windshield, barely missing Tanner's head. Instead, the bullet grazed his shoulder, ripping through his uniform and leaving a bloody streak in its wake.
"Ahh! Damn it!" Tanner groaned, gripping his shoulder as the pain seared through him. His grip on the controls faltered, and the airship wobbled slightly before he forced himself to steady it.
Blake, bracing herself against the interior wall, rushed toward the cockpit. "Are you okay?"
"Ugh! No." Tanner winced, clutching his shoulder. "I won't be able to keep this thing steady for much longer. We need to set it down—fast."
Yang, standing nearby with Ember Celica primed, cursed under her breath. "Damn sniper. Can you hold on just a little longer?"
Tanner gritted his teeth, adjusting the controls with his good arm. "I can try, but I won't be able to land smoothly. You two might wanna jump before we touch down."
Blake quickly pressed a button on the comms panel. "Penny, come in. Tanner's been injured. Any chance someone can take over from where you are?"
COMMAND CENTER
"Of course, Blake," Penny said confidently, fingers flying across the keyboard. "I've been trained for this. Give me a second."
With a swift motion, she pressed a button, then slid her chair across to another set of control modules. The armrests lowered as Penny reached beneath the console, pulling out a control module designed for remote piloting. The screens flickered to life, displaying real-time footage from the airship's cockpit and external cameras.
"I'll be taking over the airship while you go rescue Weiss. Be sure to place Pilot Tanner in one of the passenger seats," Penny instructed as she activated the override.
Already done that, Yang's voice crackled over the comms. Now, what?
Penny's eyes narrowed as she switched to thermal imaging, scanning the warehouse. Bright red figures indicated enemy heat signatures, scattered throughout the building, while a single blue outline was positioned on the third floor.
"Thermal imaging is showing a couple dozen hostiles on the third floor, as well as a dozen on the first," Penny reported. She tapped on the screen, marking key entry points for Yang and Blake. "Weiss is currently being held on the third. I suggest splitting up and taking a floor each."
Got it, Yang responded. Blake, take the first floor. I'll get Weiss.
Penny nodded to herself, her fingers tightening around the controls. "I'll keep you updated on enemy movements. Be careful, both of you."
AIRSHIP
"I'll take the enemies on the third floor," Yang said, securing some extra equipment onto her belt. "Blake, you take out the ones on the first."
"Got it," Blake responded, unsheathing Gambol Shroud. "Lower the airship, Penny."
Roger that, Penny's voice came through the comms as the airship began to descend.
The back doors hissed open. As Blake moved toward the edge, she paused and turned to Yang. "Keep yourself safe, okay?"
Yang smirked, cracking her knuckles. "You worry too much."
Blake rolled her eyes before stepping off the airship and landing lightly on the ground.
"Penny," Yang said, stretching her shoulders. "Drop me off on the second floor. I'm eager to surprise my foes."
"Understood. Adjusting position now."
The airship shifted, hovering near the second floor. It rotated so that the back entrance aligned with a large warehouse window. Yang turned to Tanner, who was pressing a cloth to his wounded shoulder. "You gonna be okay by yourself?"
"Positive," Tanner grunted. "I can handle my wound."
Yang gave him a nod before sprinting forward. With a leap, she crashed through the window, shattering glass as she landed inside.
WAREHOUSE
The Dark Seekers stood tense, their weapons trained on the entrance, waiting for the inevitable breach. The tension in the room was thick, only broken by the muffled sounds of combat echoing from the floor below. The Seekers remained focused, unaware of the real threat already lurking above them.
Without warning, the ground beneath them erupted in a violent explosion. Smoke and debris filled the air as several Seekers lost their footing, tumbling through the newly formed hole. Coughing and disoriented, they scrambled to get back up—only to be blindsided.
A black ribbon shot down from above, wrapping itself around a support beam. Suspended from it, Yang and Blake silently pulled themselves into position. Small, discreet devices clung to the weapons of several Seekers, their blinking red lights unnoticed in the chaos.
High above, Yang smirked as she pulled a trigger on a remote detonator. In a chain reaction, each device exploded, shattering the firearms and rendering them useless. Before the Seekers could react, Blake's ribbon lashed out again, wrapping around one of them and yanking him off his feet, leaving him dangling helplessly upside-down.
Yang wasted no time. Dropping to the floor with a powerful stomp, she lunged forward, catching a Seeker by the wrist and twisting it until she heard the sickening crunch of bones breaking. With a swift leg sweep, she took him off balance, finishing with a brutal punch that slammed him into the floor.
Blake landed gracefully beside her, already in motion. Her ribbon coiled around another opponent, yanking him toward her as she spun with expert precision, slashing across his chest with Gambol Shroud before kicking him away.
The Dark Seekers, now caught between a battle they never saw coming, scrambled to regroup, but Yang and Blake had already turned the fight in their favor.
The door burst open, and a Dark Seeker raised his rifle, taking aim. Yang reacted instantly, whipping out a knife and hurling it across the room. The blade embedded itself in the attacker's hand, forcing him to drop his weapon with a pained grunt. As he recoiled, another Seeker rushed forward, a live grenade clenched tightly in his grip.
Yang turned, eyes locking onto the still-dangling Seeker wrapped in Blake's ribbon. Without hesitation, she yanked him free and hurled him into the grenade-wielding enemy. The collision sent both men sprawling, and the explosive slipped from the Seeker's grasp, rolling across the floor. His desperate reach to reclaim it was futile—the grenade detonated with a deafening blast, sending shockwaves through the room. Yang shielded herself from the blast, while three more Seekers attempted to rush her.
She met them head-on. The first was knocked back with a crushing elbow strike to the face. The second found himself lifted off his feet, Yang's mechanical grip tightening around his throat before she slammed him violently into the floor. The third barely had time to react before she spun, landing a brutal uppercut that sent him airborne.
Meanwhile, inside the side room, Roman Torchwick could hear the chaos outside. His grip on the pistol tightened as he turned it toward Weiss, her muffled yelp barely audible through the commotion.
"Just a couple more minutes," Roman muttered, his usual smug demeanor replaced with an edge of frustration.
Back in the warehouse, Blake spotted a large wooden crate stacked precariously on a high shelf. Without wasting a second, she snapped her ribbon around it and yanked hard. The crate came crashing down, slamming into another Seeker and sending him sprawling against the wall.
Yang, now facing off against five opponents at once, charged into the fray. She dodged a knife swipe, caught an incoming punch, and retaliated with a savage knee strike to the gut. The impact sent the Seeker crumpling. Another lunged from behind, but Yang spun and drove her elbow into his ribs, following up with a powerful kick that sent him skidding across the floor.
Blake engaged two Seekers, expertly dodging their strikes while countering with swift, calculated slashes from Gambol Shroud. Her movements were fluid, her strikes deadly precise. One attacker staggered back, gripping a deep wound on his arm, while the other fell to a well-placed kick to the chest.
Yang's eyes flared red as she pinned a downed Seeker beneath her, landing punch after punch, each blow sending ripples through the man's body. Another enemy took aim, his pistol trained on Yang's head. The gun fired—only for the bullet to harmlessly deflect against her Semblance-enhanced aura.
Yang turned, seething, and lunged at the shooter. Grabbing his arm, she twisted it with brutal force until a sickening snap echoed through the warehouse. The man screamed in agony before Yang tossed him aside like a ragdoll.
Her gaze then locked onto another Seeker struggling against the wall. Reaching into her belt, she retrieved a second knife and strode toward him, the glint of her weapon reflecting the dim warehouse lights.
The Seeker's breath quickened as she loomed closer, pressing him against the cold steel wall. Her blade lifted.
And then—she drove it forward.
The Dark Seeker guarding the room stood at full alert, weapon trained on the door. Roman Torchwick, his usual smirk unwavering, leaned against a nearby crate, casually spinning his pistol around his finger.
Then, without warning— BOOM!
The wall to the Seeker's right exploded inward, sending a shockwave of dust and debris through the room. The guard was thrown aside, landing with a grunt. Through the hole stepped Yang Xiao Long, her gun aimed directly at Roman.
Roman barely flinched. Instead, his smirk grew wider.
"Well, if it isn't Blondie. It's been a while."
"Let her go, Torchwick," Yang growled, her finger hovering over the trigger. "Or I will shoot."
Roman chuckled, tilting his head. "You could do that…" He suddenly turned, aiming his pistol at Weiss, who gasped, eyes widening in terror. "But then I'd be forced to pull this trigger. So why don't you just be a good girl, drop the weapon, and walk away?"
"I'm not leaving without her," Yang said, eyes blazing with determination.
Roman sighed, feigning disappointment. "Oh well…" He pressed the barrel of the gun against Weiss' temple. "Then she's as good as—"
CRASH!
A dark blur shot through the window behind Roman, tackling him to the ground. Blake Belladonna, ribbon coiled tight around her opponent's arms, wrestled the gun from his grip as they tumbled across the floor.
Yang didn't hesitate. She extended her blade, slicing through Weiss' restraints with one clean stroke. The bindings fell away, and Yang wasted no time removing the shock collar from Weiss' neck. Weiss gasped, rubbing at the raw skin where it had been strapped too tightly.
Torchwick, recovering from the tackle, growled as he kicked Blake away, sending her sliding back. He scrambled to his feet, snatching his gun just as Yang and Blake trained their weapons on him again.
The three stood in a tense standoff.
Torchwick glanced at both women before sighing dramatically. "It seems I'm outmatched by one. That's just too bad."
Behind him, a swirling dark portal suddenly materialized, illuminating the room with eerie shadows. Torchwick grinned.
"Well, unfortunately for you, this is my exit." He took a step back, lowering his gun as if to surrender. "I do hope the next time we meet, we'll have a real fight. This? This was just a warm-up."
Just as he moved to step into the portal—
BANG!
A single gunshot rang out.
Torchwick disappeared into the swirling void just as Weiss lowered Yang's stolen gun, her hands trembling. The portal vanished, leaving only silence.
Then—Weiss collapsed.
A sob tore from her throat as she hit the floor, clutching her arms tightly around herself.
"Weiss?" Yang crouched beside her, concern washing over her features.
Weiss didn't answer—her sobs only deepened, her shoulders shaking.
"Oh, man..." Blake said.
Yang turned and saw Blake frozen, holding a small photograph in her hands, her golden eyes wide with horror.
Frowning, Yang stood and took the picture. The moment she saw it, her entire body tensed with fury.
The image was grainy but unmistakable. William Schnee, bound to a chair, his face battered and bruised.
Yang's grip tightened. Her knuckles turned white as she crushed the photo in her fist.
"Let's get outta here." Yang's voice was low, seething.
She turned back, gently pulling Weiss up to her feet. Blake followed silently, still shaken.
DARK PALACE
Roman Torchwick rolled his shoulder, wincing slightly as he clutched his arm, feeling the sting of the bullet Weiss had managed to land on him. Blood seeped through his sleeve, but his smirk remained intact.
From her throne of black stone, Envy watched him with an amused expression, her fingers drumming idly on the armrest.
"Excellent work, Roman," she purred. "Taking Schnee's father hostage… showing the proof… that will wound the girl in ways even your bullets never could."
Roman chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, that's just a small piece of the plan, sweetheart." He straightened up, adjusting his hat. "Which reminds me—when exactly are we launching this grand attack of yours? I'd like to make sure I have front-row seats when the world burns."
Envy's lips curled into a knowing smile. She leaned forward slightly.
"In due time, Roman." Her voice was slow, deliberate. "When I say so, we move. No sooner. No later."
From the shadows, Blaze stepped forward, his armor still stained with the battle against Ruby. His expression was cold, but there was an unmistakable glint of anticipation in his eyes.
"I don't care when we go," he growled, rolling his shoulders. "As long as I get my rematch. This time, I'm putting her in the dirt."
Roman snorted. "Big talk for a guy who still needed help dragging her sorry ass through a back alley."
Blaze shot him a glare, his fists tightening.
"Say that again, Torchwick. I dare you."
Before Roman could retort, a wave of dark energy pulsed through the throne room, cutting through the tension.
"Enough."
Both men turned toward Envy, who remained poised, completely unfazed by their hostility. She rested her chin on her knuckles, smirking.
"You'll both have your fun soon enough." Her eyes gleamed. "And when that time comes… Ruby Rose won't be the only one suffering."
MED BAY – THE NEXT MORNING
Ruby groaned as she slowly blinked awake, her vision adjusting to the bright overhead lights. She raised a hand to shield her eyes, her body stiff and aching from the brutal fight the night before. As she pushed herself up, pain flared in her chest, making her wince.
A relieved sigh caught her attention.
"Oh, thank the gods."
She turned to see Yang, already awake, standing up from her chair. Before Ruby could say anything, Yang rushed over and hugged her tightly.
Ruby groaned in pain. "Ugh—Yang! Easy!"
Yang quickly pulled back but still smiled. "Sorry, sorry. I'm just—damn, I'm glad you're okay, Rubes."
She sat on the edge of the bed. "How do you feel?"
"Like I got beaten up." Ruby muttered.
Yang chuckled. "Well, at least you're alive."
But Ruby's mind had already jumped to something more important. She suddenly gasped, eyes widening.
"Weiss!" She tried to sit up straighter, but the movement sent another wave of pain through her ribs. "Were you able to bring her back? Is she okay?!"
"Easy, Ruby!" Yang urged, placing a gentle but firm hand on her shoulder to keep her from moving too much. "We got her out of there. She's fine—just a few cuts and bruises. But..."
Yang hesitated, her expression darkening.
Ruby immediately noticed. "Yang?" Her voice was quieter now, concerned. "Did something happen? Something bad?"
Yang met Ruby's gaze, and the sadness in her eyes made Ruby's stomach churn.
"They took her father, Ruby." Yang said quietly. "They tortured him. And Torchwick showed her proof."
Ruby froze, her breath hitching.
Weiss' father… Jacques Schnee was many things, but tortured? Weiss had been forced to see that?
"She hasn't spoken since we got her out." Yang continued. "She won't eat or drink anything. She's just... shut down."
Ruby clenched her jaw. "Weiss…"
She slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed, ignoring the dull ache that pulsed through her body.
"Whoa, whoa—" Yang quickly stood. "Ruby, you need to rest."
Ruby shot her a determined look. "I need to see her, Yang. Don't try to stop me."
She clutched her side, taking a shaky breath as she forced herself onto her feet. Though unsteady, she limped toward the door, each step heavy with pain.
Yang sighed, watching her sister push forward despite her injuries.
"Stubborn as ever."
With that, she sat back down, rubbing her temples as Ruby disappeared into the hallway.
Weiss sat in her own hospital bed, her hands resting limply in her lap. Tears streamed silently down her face, falling onto the thin blanket covering her legs.
The door handle clicked and turned, but she didn't react. She heard the sound of soft footsteps approaching, but her gaze remained downward, lost in the weight of everything that had happened.
Then—
"Weiss?"
A voice. Familiar. Gentle. Full of worry.
Weiss' breath hitched as she slowly lifted her head, her tear-stained eyes meeting Ruby's concerned expression.
"Ruby…" Weiss' voice barely came out, strained and broken.
That was all she could say before another wave of sobs overtook her. She barely had time to react before Ruby sat down beside her on the bed, gently wrapping an arm around her. Without hesitation, Weiss buried her face into Ruby's shoulder, her body trembling as she let the tears fall freely once more.
Ruby held her close, saying nothing—just being there as Weiss let it out.
Minutes passed before Weiss finally pulled away, wiping at her red, puffy eyes.
"…Cinder said… that you had to kill again in order to save me," Weiss murmured, her voice fragile. "Did you—"
"I didn't." Ruby cut in immediately. "Yang and Blake stopped the fight before anything else happened. They went after you right after that."
Weiss exhaled shakily, a hint of relief in her exhausted expression. "Well… I'm glad it didn't go that far."
A heavy silence settled between them.
Then—
"…Yang told me about your father." Ruby's voice was careful. "How they have him."
Weiss' shoulders tensed. Her hands clenched the blanket beneath her.
"They… they have him, alright." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "They showed me pictures. And… and they had a video."
Ruby's eyes widened. "What?"
Weiss slowly turned her gaze toward her. "They made me watch him get tortured, Ruby." Her voice cracked, a haunted expression overtaking her features. "And they made sure he knew I was watching."
She squeezed her eyes shut, her breathing becoming erratic.
"I can still hear the screaming, Ruby," she whimpered, gripping her ears as if she could physically block the sounds from her mind. "I can't get it out of my head."
Ruby's heart broke.
"Hey, hey." She reached forward, gently grabbing Weiss' trembling hands, pulling them away from her ears and holding them tight. "It's going to be alright, Weiss."
"It is not!" Weiss snapped, her voice desperate and shaking. "As long as they have my father, it won't be alright!"
Ruby didn't flinch. Instead, she tightened her grip on Weiss' hands.
"And that's why we're going to get him back." Ruby's voice was steady, filled with determination. "I don't know how, but we're going to get him back."
Weiss stared at her, her blue eyes searching Ruby's silver ones—looking for certainty, for reassurance, for hope.
Then, slowly, she leaned forward, resting her forehead against Ruby's.
"You promise?" Weiss whispered.
Ruby nodded firmly.
"From the bottom of my heart."
BOOM.
The room shook slightly, a distant explosion ringing through the base.
Weiss and Ruby whipped their heads toward the door, eyes wide in alarm.
The moment of peace was over.
TEAM RWBY'S ROOM
Blake, who had been lying on her bed, immediately sat up, her ears twitching at the distant explosion. Her grip tightened around the book she had been holding, her instincts going on high alert.
A moment later, the ground beneath her trembled slightly, sending a shiver up her spine.
"…That's not good," Blake muttered, quickly getting to her feet.
Yang was mid-stride, walking down one of the Citadel's hallways when she suddenly felt the tremor beneath her boots.
She stopped in her tracks, her body instinctively tensing as a small vibration rippled through the walls and floor.
Then—
BOOM.
Another distant explosion, followed by the faintest hint of an alarm blaring somewhere in the facility.
Her eyes narrowed, her fists clenching.
"What the hell?" Yang muttered.
COMMAND CENTER
Ironwood, Qrow, Raven, and the soldiers all braced themselves as the tremors intensified. Loose equipment rattled on desks, monitors flickered, and warning lights began flashing.
Qrow's hand instinctively went to the hilt of his sword, his eyes narrowing.
"Oh, shit."
Ironwood turned sharply to face him. "They found us."
Before anyone could react further, the ground beneath them erupted, sending debris flying and knocking several soldiers off their feet.
BOOM!
A massive crater now scarred the floor, and from its depths, a swarm of Dark Seekers emerged, their weapons blazing.
The air filled with gunfire, the scent of burning dust, and the screams of fallen soldiers. Ironwood drew his sidearm, firing precise shots at the advancing enemies, while Qrow and Raven lunged forward, cutting down Seekers with practiced efficiency.
Across the room, Penny pressed herself against a console, eyes darting frantically as she searched for an escape. Suddenly, three Dark Seekers turned their weapons on her, the barrels glowing with charged energy.
"Gotcha, little doll." One of them sneered.
Penny raised her arms slowly, her expression calm, but calculating. She took a quick glance to the floor—just a few feet away, the twisted remains of a broken rifle lay discarded.
A loud grunt from behind made the Seekers briefly glance away, their attention stolen by Qrow slashing through another attacker.
That was Penny's chance.
With blinding speed, Penny lunged forward, grabbing the shattered weapon and splitting it apart with her bare hands. Before the Seekers could even turn back, she flung the broken metal shards at them.
The jagged pieces struck with pinpoint accuracy, embedding into armor joints and forcing the Seekers to stumble back. That was all the opening Raven needed.
SHING!
With a swift and brutal strike, Raven cut down the distracted enemies, their bodies falling lifelessly to the floor.
She then turned to Penny, her crimson eyes cold and unreadable.
"Sound the alarm."
Penny, still catching her breath, nodded sharply before spinning toward the main console.
She slammed her hand against the emergency alert panel—
RED LIGHTS FLASHED. SIRENS SCREAMED.
The Citadel was now at full alert.
HOSPITAL ROOM
The blaring alarm echoed through the walls, accompanied by the distant, yet unmistakable, sound of muffled gunfire. The rhythmic pounding of boots against the floor signaled a battle already underway.
Ruby's eyes narrowed, her muscles tensing instinctively as she pushed herself up from the hospital bed. Her injuries still ached, but that didn't matter now.
"They're here."
Weiss, still seated, gripped the edges of the bed, her hands clenching involuntarily at Ruby's words.
"How?" Weiss asked, voice laced with disbelief and concern.
Ruby shook her head. "I don't know."
Another series of gunshots rang out—this time, closer.
Ruby turned to Weiss. "Can you fight?"
Weiss hesitated for only a second before reaching for Myrtenaster, its familiar weight grounding her. She tested her stance, her fingers tracing over the weapon's grip, making sure her hand was steady. She wasn't at full strength, but that wouldn't stop her.
Weiss exhaled sharply, then looked at Ruby with determination burning in her eyes.
"I can."
Ruby gave a firm nod.
"Then let's move."
JNNR ROOM
The blaring alarm sent a shockwave of urgency through the room as Team JNNR instinctively grabbed their weapons.
Jaune was already on his feet, unsheathing Crocea Mors, the blade catching the dim glow of the emergency lights.
"Let's go, guys!"
Without hesitation, Ren, Nora, and Neo followed suit, rushing after him as they charged down the hall. The distant muffled gunfire was no longer distant—it was closing in.
As they turned a corner, the team skidded to a stop.
Ahead, a group of Dark Seekers had already infiltrated the Citadel corridors, their shrouded figures clad in dark combat armor. The nearest one spotted them, quickly raising his rifle.
Jaune barely had time to shout.
"Get down!"
A burst of gunfire erupted, bullets whizzing past them, ricocheting off the walls and floor. Ren immediately vaulted forward, flipping over a crate and tossing out a flurry of smoke bombs, clouding the hallway.
"Stay low!" Ren ordered.
The Dark Seekers were temporarily blinded, coughing as the thick purple mist engulfed them.
Nora grinned wildly, gripping Magnhild.
"Perfect!" She lunged forward, emerging from the smoke like a lightning strike, swinging her hammer with a deafening crack. The sheer force of the impact sent two Seekers crashing against the wall, unconscious before they hit the ground.
Neo vanished into the mist, reappearing behind one of the enemies like a phantom. With a flick of her wrist, she slashed with Hush, severing the straps of the soldier's ammo belt. Before he could react, she swept his legs out from under him and stabbed downward—but instead of going for the kill, she knocked him out cold with the blunt side of her blade.
Jaune charged through the smoke, raising his shield as another Seeker unloaded his rifle at him. The bullets pinged off the golden metal, sparks flying as Jaune closed the distance. With a swift counterattack, he bashed the soldier with his shield, then followed up with a brutal slash across his armor, sending him to the floor.
Ren, moving like a ghost, ducked and weaved between enemies, striking with swift, calculated blows. He delivered a precise roundhouse kick to one Seeker's ribs, following it up with two quick strikes from his StormFlowers, dropping another.
Within seconds, the hallway fell silent. The Dark Seekers lay scattered across the floor, some unconscious, others groaning in pain.
Jaune exhaled, heart pounding.
"We keep moving!" he said, tightening his grip on Crocea Mors. "There's more of them. We need to secure the others!"
Without hesitation, Team JNNR rushed down the hall, heading toward the next battle.
ENTRANCE
A squad of soldiers rushed into position, forming a defensive line at the Citadel entrance. Their rifles raised, fingers tense on the triggers as they braced for the unknown.
Then, the ground trembled beneath them.
A low, guttural growl echoed through the night, followed by a chorus of monstrous roars. The soldiers exchanged uneasy glances—just as the shadows ahead shifted.
Then, they came.
A pack of Ursa burst from the treeline, massive, hulking beasts covered in thick, jagged black armor, their crimson eyes glowing with murderous intent.
The first Ursa lunged forward, claws ripping through the dirt, saliva dripping from its maw as it charged. The soldiers opened fire, unleashing a barrage of gunfire that lit up the night.
Rounds tore through the Grimm's bodies, sending black ichor spraying across the battlefield. Some of the smaller Ursa collapsed mid-charge, their forms disintegrating into wisps of smoke.
But the larger ones pushed forward, barely slowed by the onslaught.
One Ursa, significantly larger than the rest, reared up on its hind legs, letting out a bone-rattling roar before slamming its claws down—ripping through a barricade like it was made of paper.
The front lines held their ground, stepping back only when necessary. Grenades were lobbed, detonating in bursts of fire and smoke, but still, the Ursa came, their numbers seemingly endless.
HAVC ROOM
The room shook violently, the distant sounds of gunfire and explosions echoing through the Citadel as Team HAVC looked out their windows.
"What?" Violet yelled, eyes widening as she saw the horde of Grimm swarming toward the Citadel gates. **Ursa, Beowolves, Griffons—**a full-blown assault.
Before anyone could react, a shadow loomed over the window.
CRASH!
A Griffon smashed through the glass, its massive leathery wings folding in as it barreled into the room. The impact sent debris flying and knocked over several tables.
The creature let out a shrieking screech, its glowing red eyes locking onto the stunned Huntsmen.
"Move!" Cyan shouted, diving out of the way as the Griffon lunged forward, its claws tearing through the air where he'd just stood.
Ash rolled back onto his feet, quickly drawing his dust-loaded revolver and firing a round into the beast's face. The bullet exploded on impact, sending blue ice dust spreading over part of the Griffon's head. It roared in fury, shaking off the frost as it whipped its tail around, smashing into the wall and sending cracks spreading across the surface.
"Not done yet!" Violet yelled, vaulting over a chair and slashing at the Griffon's side with her twin blades. The steel met Grimm flesh, carving deep gashes across its flank, causing black ichor to spill onto the floor.
The Griffon recoiled, flapping its wings furiously, sending a gust of wind that knocked some of the team backward.
"Watch out!" Hazel shouted.
The door to the room suddenly burst open, and three Ursa charged inside, drawn by the commotion.
"Great, more company," Cyan grumbled, unsheathing his weapon, a heavy axe with a shotgun attachment. He spun on his heel, blasting the first Ursa in the chest, sending it staggering back.
Ash quickly switched to fire dust rounds and unloaded two shots into the second Ursa, setting its fur ablaze.
Violet, meanwhile, narrowly dodged the Griffon's snapping beak, leaping onto its back and stabbing both of her blades into its shoulders, making the creature thrash violently.
The third Ursa lunged at Hazel, but he caught it mid-charge, using his immense strength to throw the beast into a bookshelf, sending papers and debris flying.
"This is getting out of hand!" Hazel growled, quickly grabbing a chair and smashing it over the burning Ursa's head, bringing it down for good.
"Focus on the damn Griffon!" Violet shouted, still trying to hold on as the beast slammed itself against the walls, trying to shake her off.
Cyan took aim, leveling his shotgun.
"Violet, jump!" he ordered.
Violet ripped her blades out and flipped backward, just as Cyan fired a round directly into the Griffon's face. The explosive shot tore through its skull, and the beast let out one final death wail before collapsing onto the floor, disintegrating into black mist.
Ash and Hazel finished off the last Ursa, the room now wrecked, but the team still standing.
They took a moment to catch their breath, before Violet turned to the rest of them.
"Get your gear. We're heading out."
Team HAVC grabbed their weapons and ran for the door, ready to fight for the Citadel.
HALLWAY
Yang sprinted down the hallway, her footsteps pounding against the floor as Sun, Neptune, and Neon raced alongside her.
Her Scroll suddenly rang, and she skidded to a stop, quickly pulling it out. The screen split into four video feeds—Ruby, Ren, Nora, and Blake.
"Yang." Ruby's voice came through, urgent and strained. "We have Grimm incoming from everywhere."
"I'm aware." Yang replied, glancing at the others. "Meet me at the courtyard. We're going to try to hold them off."
"Better hurry, Yang." Blake cut in. "I'm seeing a horde of Griffons from my window, heading towards the Citadel."
"We're on our way." Ren added, his voice steady but tense.
"Don't start without us!" Nora chimed in, her usual excitement now mixed with determination.
Yang turned off the call and looked at Sun, Neptune, and Neon. They all had the same expression—concern, but unwavering resolve.
"Come on, guys," Yang said, clenching her fists. "We can do this."
Without hesitation, the four of them took off running, heading straight for the courtyard, ready to fight for the Citadel.
COURTYARD
The chaos of battle filled the courtyard as soldiers unleashed a barrage of bullets at the rampaging Grimm and Dark Seekers. Every second, more of their enemies fell, but the horde kept coming.
Coco and Ash stood firm, shoulder to shoulder, their machine guns roaring as they mowed down Grimm in waves. Velvet, standing a short distance away, summoned a glowing light projection of Crescent Rose, expertly sniping down targets from afar. Wesley, armed with an assault rifle, fired at a charging Ursa, emptying an entire clip into its thick hide before it finally collapsed.
A massive Ursa roared, lunging toward Wesley. He tried to react, but the beast's giant claw slashed across his side, sending him hurtling through the air. He braced for the impact—but a Glyph flashed to life, catching him midair and slowing his fall.
Wesley landed softly, wincing as he clutched his bleeding leg. A familiar voice reached him before he could even sit up.
"We need to get you inside," Weiss said, running toward him. She crouched at his side, casting a protective Glyph in front of them, shielding them from incoming fire.
"You're bleeding badly, Wes," she continued, her eyes scanning his wound. "You need medical attention."
"No," Wesley gritted out, shaking his head despite the pain. "I need to stay out here. Keep on fighting."
Weiss frowned, pressing a hand to his wound in an attempt to slow the bleeding. "You can't fight in this condition, Wesley. You'll only get yourself killed."
Wesley's eyes darkened with frustration. "But these are my men, Weiss. I can't leave them out here while I'm safely inside."
"I know, Wes," Weiss said gently, locking eyes with him. "But you're no good to them if you bleed to death."
A new voice cut through their conversation.
"She's right."
Weiss and Wesley turned to see Ruby, Crescent Rose ready in her hands, standing determined in the chaos of the battle.
Wesley gritted his teeth, struggling to keep himself upright as the battle raged around them. He glanced at Ruby, his expression torn between determination and frustration.
"It looks like the war has truly begun today, Wes," Ruby said, gripping Crescent Rose tightly. "And we're going to need someone leading all of us in battle. That someone is you."
Wesley looked at her, the weight of responsibility settling in his eyes. He wanted to fight—to stand beside his soldiers—but deep down, he knew she was right. He took a deep breath, exhaling sharply before finally nodding.
"Okay," he said, reluctantly giving in. "Get me inside."
Ruby turned to Weiss. "Weiss."
Without hesitation, Weiss nodded and wrapped her arm around Wesley's waist, helping to support his weight. He winced but kept moving.
As they took their first steps, Weiss hesitated, turning back to Ruby. Her icy blue eyes softened with concern.
"Be careful, okay?" she asked.
Ruby offered her a small but confident smile, despite the chaos. "I will." Then, without another word, she turned back to the battle, sprinting toward the fray.
Weiss took a steadying breath, tightening her grip on Wesley as they moved toward the Citadel. Gunfire echoed around them, and Grimm howled in the distance. She raised a hand, summoning multiple Glyphs, each one forming a shimmering barrier, deflecting stray bullets and protecting them from any Grimm attempting to intercept their path.
Wesley grunted, forcing himself to move faster, knowing every second counted.
"We're in the clear," he panted.
Weiss gave a quick nod, guiding him through the Citadel entrance as the doors slammed shut behind them.
CAFETERIA
Gunfire ripped through the air, bullets slamming against overturned tables as Team JNNR hunkered down behind their makeshift cover. Sparks flew as stray shots ricocheted off the metal surfaces.
Ren peeked out, firing StormFlower in quick bursts, but a barrage of bullets forced him back down.
"Any bright ideas?" Ren asked, gritting his teeth as he checked his ammunition.
Jaune tightened his grip on Crocea Mors, his mind racing for a solution. Then, his eyes flickered toward Nora.
"Nora. Your grenades. You know what to do."
Nora's eyes lit up with excitement, a wild grin spreading across her face.
"Got it."
She quickly popped open Magnhild, retrieving several grenades. Glancing at Ren, she gave a knowing nod before standing up and hurling them forward.
Ren, with precise aim, fired at the grenades midair. They exploded on impact, sending shockwaves through the cafeteria. The Dark Seekers were thrown backwards, some slamming against walls, others crashing into overturned tables.
Jaune seized the moment.
"Now!"
Raising his shield, he charged forward, Neo right beside him, using her umbrella as a shield. The two pushed ahead, closing the distance fast.
Jaune bashed into the nearest Seeker, knocking him to the ground, before slamming Crocea Mors into another. Neo, fluid as ever, twirled gracefully, dodging gunfire, before stabbing her rapier through an enemy's weapon, rendering it useless. She spun around, using the umbrella to knock another Seeker unconscious.
In mere moments, the last of the Seekers collapsed to the ground, either knocked out or too injured to fight back.
"That all of them?" Neo signed, flipping her weapon back into its compact form.
Jaune scanned the room, his eyes sharp with focus.
"Think so."
Just as he finished speaking, a deep boom echoed in the distance. The ground rumbled slightly beneath their feet.
Jaune exchanged looks with Ren and Nora.
"Let's go, guys."
Team JNNR rushed toward the exit, their boots clanking against the floor as they hurried down the hallway.
Then, Neo suddenly stopped.
Jaune, Ren, and Nora noticed immediately, pausing mid-step to see what had caught her attention.
Standing about twenty feet ahead, smirking with amusement, was Roman Torchwick. His cane rested casually against his shoulder, and his green eyes gleamed with mischief.
"Well, well, well," Roman mused, taking a step forward. "Neopolitan. My old friend."
Neo's fists clenched at her sides, her eyes burning with silent fury.
Jaune quickly stepped in front of her, raising his sword defensively.
Roman chuckled.
"I'm extremely disappointed, Neo," he said, feigning a dramatic sigh. "You abandoned our cause. That, I might have understood. But to switch sides? And, more than that—" he grinned, his gaze flickering to Jaune, "to get involved with somebody. Especially this—"
"Shut your goddamn mouth."
Jaune's voice was low, but filled with venom, his grip on Crocea Mors tightening.
Roman snickered, unfazed.
"I could." He shrugged. "But I won't."
Jaune turned to Ren and Nora.
"You guys go on ahead."
Ren hesitated. "You sure?"
Jaune gave a firm nod, not taking his eyes off Roman.
Then, he turned to Neo.
"You go with them."
Neo gritted her teeth, clearly torn. She looked at Jaune, then at Roman, before finally giving a sharp nod.
Ren and Nora took off down the hall, with Neo following closely behind.
Jaune and Roman stood in silence, the tension thick between them.
Roman twirled his cane once, then held it in both hands.
"Well, then," he smirked. "Let's get this over with, shall we?"
JAIL CELL
The distant sounds of gunfire and explosions echoed through the walls, the chaotic symphony of battle raging outside. Emerald paced nervously in her cell, her fingers twitching, her eyes darting toward the door every time she heard footsteps.
Then, finally—the click of the door unlocking. The sound of heels tapping against the cold floor.
Emerald spun around, her heart racing. Through the small window on the cell door, Cinder Fall's piercing amber eyes met hers.
"About time," Emerald huffed, stepping closer.
Cinder smirked. "We had to plan this perfectly, Emerald. Weren't you at least patient enough?"
"Not by a long shot." Emerald shot back, crossing her arms. "Now, come on. Get me out of here."
But Cinder didn't move to unlock the door. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, her smirk widening.
A chill ran down Emerald's spine.
"Oh, Emerald," Cinder cooed, her voice mockingly sweet. "While I did appreciate the information you gave me about Ms. Nikos and Envy, unfortunately, you are still just a small asset. And—" she sighed dramatically "—your usefulness has worn out."
Emerald's eyes widened in shock. "W-what?"
Before she could react, Cinder thrust her hand forward. A blade of scorching-hot glass erupted from her palm, slicing **straight through the metal door—**and straight through Emerald's abdomen.
Emerald gasped, her breath hitching in her throat as she stumbled backward. The searing pain tore through her body, and she choked, blood dripping from her lips.
Her hands trembled as she looked down, her vision blurring—the shimmering red-hot blade sticking through her gut, its heat singeing her clothing.
She lifted her gaze back to Cinder, her lips quivering in disbelief.
"C...Cinder...?"
Cinder's smile never wavered. With one sharp motion, she ripped the blade free, causing Emerald to gasp in agony as she collapsed to her knees.
Blood pooled beneath her, spreading rapidly across the cold cell floor.
Cinder turned away, stepping toward the exit without so much as a glance back.
"Goodbye, Emerald," she said, her tone devoid of remorse.
And with that, she walked out of the room, leaving Emerald gasping for breath, alone in the darkness.
COURTYARD
The battle raged on, the sounds of gunfire, clashing steel, and inhuman roars filling the air. Dust explosions erupted across the battlefield, sending Grimm and Dark Seekers alike flying. The ground was stained with scorch marks and bodies, but the defenders of the Citadel stood their ground.
Team HAVC fought fiercely alongside the others, their weapons cutting down wave after wave of enemies.
"There's too many of them!" Cyan shouted as she fired an arrow straight into the eye of a charging Grimm, the beast collapsing with a shriek.
"Just keep on fighting!" Yang roared, smashing her fist into a Dark Seeker's face, sending them flying into a wall.
Through the chaos, Ruby caught sight of movement—Neo, Nora, and Ren bursting onto the battlefield. She quickly sprinted to Neo, urgency written across her face.
"Where's Jaune?" Ruby demanded, barely dodging a stray blast from an enemy.
Neo twirled her parasol and blocked an incoming projectile with ease. "He's inside, fighting Torchwick."
Ruby froze. Her heart sank.
"Wait, what?" she shouted.
"It's alright," Neo reassured her, deflecting another attack before plunging her blade into a nearby Grimm. "Jaune's gotten stronger. He can take him on."
Ruby shook her head, her expression shifting from concern to outright fear.
"No, he can't."
Neo turned to her, a flicker of concern in her usually unreadable eyes. "You're serious?"
"I'm dead serious," Ruby said, gripping Crescent Rose. "If Torchwick is as strong as I think he is, Jaune is in danger. I have to help him."
Neo was silent for a moment, before twirling her blade and stepping beside Ruby.
"No," she said firmly. "We will help Jaune. Me and you."
Ruby hesitated, searching Neo's expression for doubt—but there was none.
"...Are you sure?" Ruby asked.
Neo nodded. "Positive."
Ruby took a breath, then nodded in return.
"Alright. Let's go."
With that, the two turned and sprinted back into the Citadel, leaving Ren and Nora behind to hold the line.
Nora watched them disappear inside, then looked at Ren.
"Should we be worried?" she asked, smashing a Grimm's head in.
Ren exhaled sharply, his grip tightening on his weapons.
"Absolutely."
Then, the two turned back to the battle, fighting with renewed determination.
The battle raged on, the sounds of gunfire, clashing steel, and inhuman roars filling the air. Dust explosions erupted across the battlefield, sending Grimm and Dark Seekers alike flying. The ground was stained with scorch marks and bodies, but the defenders of the Citadel stood their ground.
Team HAVC fought fiercely alongside the others, their weapons cutting down wave after wave of enemies.
"There's too many of them!" Cyan shouted as she fired an arrow straight into the eye of a charging Grimm, the beast collapsing with a shriek.
"Just keep on fighting!" Yang roared, smashing her fist into a Dark Seeker's face, sending them flying into a wall.
Through the chaos, Ruby caught sight of movement—Neo, Nora, and Ren bursting onto the battlefield. She quickly sprinted to Neo, urgency written across her face.
"Where's Jaune?" Ruby demanded, barely dodging a stray blast from an enemy.
Neo twirled her parasol and blocked an incoming projectile with ease. "He's inside, fighting Torchwick."
Ruby froze. Her heart sank.
"Wait, what?" she shouted.
"It's alright," Neo reassured her, deflecting another attack before plunging her blade into a nearby Grimm. "Jaune's gotten stronger. He can take him on."
Ruby shook her head, her expression shifting from concern to outright fear.
"No, he can't."
Neo turned to her, a flicker of concern in her usually unreadable eyes. "You're serious?"
"I'm dead serious," Ruby said, gripping Crescent Rose. "If Torchwick is as strong as I think he is, Jaune is in danger. I have to help him."
Neo was silent for a moment, before twirling her blade and stepping beside Ruby.
"No," she said firmly. "We will help Jaune. Me and you."
Ruby hesitated, searching Neo's expression for doubt—but there was none.
"...Are you sure?" Ruby asked.
Neo nodded. "Positive."
Ruby took a breath, then nodded in return.
"Alright. Let's go."
With that, the two turned and sprinted back into the Citadel, leaving Ren and Nora behind to hold the line.
Nora watched them disappear inside, then looked at Ren.
"Should we be worried?" she asked, smashing a Grimm's head in.
Ren exhaled sharply, his grip tightening on his weapons.
"Absolutely."
Then, the two turned back to the battle, fighting with renewed determination.
MED BAY
The chaos of the battlefield had spilled into the Med Bay. The room was overwhelmed with injured soldiers—groans, cries, and hurried footsteps filled the air. The medical staff worked tirelessly, doing everything they could to treat the wounded.
Weiss guided Wesley to a bed, supporting his weight as he winced from the pain in his leg. Once he was settled, she turned, her stomach twisting at the sight of the suffering around her.
Then, the doors slammed open.
Sun rushed inside, carrying Neon in his arms. She was clutching her abdomen, blood seeping through her fingers, her usually bright eyes glazed over in pain.
Weiss ran to them, immediately helping Sun lower Neon onto a bed.
"What happened?" Weiss demanded.
"Took some bullets while protecting me," Sun answered, his voice tight with guilt.
Dr. Marshall arrived in an instant, already assessing Neon's injuries.
"How bad is it?" Neptune asked, standing nearby, his usual confidence replaced with worry.
Dr. Marshall examined the wound carefully, his expression unreadable for a few moments before he spoke.
"She's bleeding badly. We need to stop it now."
The doctor turned to Weiss.
"Ms. Schnee, I'm going to need your help."
Weiss blinked in surprise. "Me?"
Dr. Marshall nodded, already preparing supplies.
"All I need you to do is apply pressure to the wounds while I prepare the sutures. Can you do that?"
Weiss hesitated for only a second, then nodded firmly. "Of course."
She moved Neon's trembling hands aside and pressed a clean cloth against the wound, applying firm pressure. Neon screamed in pain, her body jerking.
"Easy, Neon." Sun said quickly, gripping her hand. "It'll be over in a few minutes."
Weiss glanced up, meeting Sun's gaze.
For a brief moment, the battlefield felt distant. The war raged outside, but here, right now, all that mattered was saving their own.
Sun gave a small, grateful nod.
Weiss nodded back, determination in her eyes.
HALLWAY
Jaune panted heavily, his entire body aching. Sweat dripped from his brow, his grip on Crocea Mors tight but shaky. Across from him, Torchwick stood tall, still smirking, not a single sign of exhaustion in his stance.
"I am indeed impressed, Arc," Torchwick said with a smug chuckle. "You've certainly gotten stronger. And how you won Neo's affection is beyond me."
Jaune gritted his teeth, his exhausted mind barely registering Torchwick's words. He only saw red.
With a desperate swing, he lashed out— but Torchwick sidestepped effortlessly, slamming his cane against Jaune's ribs.
Jaune gasped in pain, stumbling backward before collapsing onto the cold floor, Crocea Mors clattering out of his grip.
Torchwick casually stepped forward, picking up the fallen blade. He twirled it in his fingers, admiring its weight, before placing his foot on Jaune's chest, pinning him down.
"This is an impressive sword, I must say." Torchwick mused, tilting his head. "Perhaps, I'll use it to kill Neo—after I kill you."
Jaune's entire body tensed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel it rising—that deep, unrelenting fire.
His blood boiled, his anger surging past his exhaustion.
Torchwick narrowed his eyes, taking a step back as a soft white glow began to flicker around Jaune.
"What the hell are you doing?" Torchwick asked, eyes widening.
Jaune gritted his teeth, gripping Torchwick's foot with one hand.
With a sudden burst of strength, he heaved the criminal off of him, sending Torchwick flying through a wall.
Jaune rose to his feet, his injuries mending before his eyes, bruises fading like smoke in the wind. He flexed his fingers, feeling the raw power pulsing through his veins.
Torchwick staggered back to his feet, still holding Crocea Mors. He snarled and swung the sword—
Ding!
The blade bounced harmlessly off Jaune's glowing form, flying from Torchwick's grasp and clattering against the floor.
Torchwick's face paled.
He cocked his fist back, throwing a desperate punch—
CRACK!
Torchwick yelped in agony, stumbling back and clutching his broken hand. Pain twisted his face as he stared at Jaune in horror.
"What the hell?" Torchwick shouted, his voice laced with fear.
Jaune stepped forward, his eyes burning with fury. Without hesitation, he grabbed Torchwick by the throat, effortlessly lifting him into the air like he weighed nothing.
"Nobody threatens my girl," Jaune growled, his voice deep with unrelenting rage.
With unmatched strength, Jaune threw Torchwick through the nearby window. The criminal yelled in surprise, his body disappearing into the darkness below.
Jaune stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, the white glow around him flickering like a dying ember.
He turned, slowly walking toward Crocea Mors, which lay discarded on the ground. He crouched down, reaching for it—
Then, he felt it.
A warm trickle down his upper lip.
Jaune paused, lifting a trembling hand to his nose. As he pulled it away, he saw a smear of crimson.
His vision blurred. A sharp, splitting pain tore through his skull.
Jaune groaned, gripping his head, his strength rapidly fading. His legs buckled beneath him, and he collapsed onto the floor, his body refusing to move.
The world spun around him, dark spots dancing at the edges of his sight.
Then, he saw someone approaching.
At first, just a silhouette, standing against the dim hallway lights.
Then, as the figure drew closer—
Jaune's breath hitched.
His heart pounded violently in his chest.
Green eyes.
Vibrant, beautiful emerald eyes.
Red hair framing a familiar face.
A voice he hadn't heard in years, soft and warm.
"Pyrrha?" Jaune whispered, his voice weak, barely audible.
His eyelids grew heavier. He fought to stay awake, but his body betrayed him.
Pyrrha knelt beside him, wearing a faded green hooded cloak, the fabric flowing softly around her.
She smiled—a tender, sorrowful expression.
"You finally found your Semblance, Jaune." Her voice was gentle, full of warmth and pride. "I'm glad to have seen it happen. And I'm very proud of you."
Her smile wavered, sadness overtaking it.
"But... this is the last time I'll be able to see you."
Jaune's eyes fluttered, his mind foggy, his body numb.
Pyrrha leaned in, her face hovering close to his.
For a brief moment, it seemed as if she might...
But instead, she shifted, pressing a soft kiss against his forehead.
A single tear rolled down her cheek, landing on Jaune's skin.
She pulled back, her eyes glistening, her hands trembling.
With one final glance, she stood, pulling the hood over her head.
"Goodbye, Jaune." Her voice was a whisper, carried away by the wind. "I hope after this battle ends, you and Neo will still be happy together."
Jaune tried to move, tried to speak—
But darkness claimed him first.
As he lay motionless on the cold floor, Pyrrha turned away.
Her footsteps were light, fading into the silence.
Then, she was gone.
CAFETERIA
Ruby and Blaze crashed through the ceiling, slamming hard onto the cafeteria floor. Tables and chairs shattered around them, food trays scattered in the chaos.
Ruby groaned, pushing herself up, wincing at the pain spreading through her body.
Across from her, Blaze staggered to his feet, his gun still clutched in his hands. His helmet was cracked, his breathing heavy with rage.
"Come on," Blaze growled, raising his weapon. "Is that all you got?"
Ruby, gripping Crescent Rose, held it up for a moment—then, she stopped.
She lowered her weapon.
Blaze's brows furrowed, his trigger finger twitching.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Ruby took a breath, her voice calm but filled with something deeper—remorse.
"I'm sorry."
Blaze blinked. "What?"
"I'm sorry for killing your dad," Ruby said. "I'm sorry for taking the only family you had away from you."
Blaze's grip tightened on his weapon, his breathing sharp and unsteady.
"Sorry's not good enough!" he shouted, his voice cracking with emotion. "You need to pay for what you've done!"
Ruby nodded. "Okay."
Before Blaze could react, Ruby tossed Crescent Rose aside, the weapon clattering across the floor.
She unfastened her cloak, letting it drop to the ground.
She took a single step forward.
"Go ahead, then." Ruby's tone was steady, unwavering. "Do it. Kill me."
Blaze hesitated, his gun still raised.
"You can kill me, Blaze," Ruby said softly. "But that's not going to bring your father back."
"Shut up!" Blaze yelled, his voice shaking. "I made a promise to avenge him! And I aim to keep that promise!"
"Then do it," Ruby urged. She lifted her arms, completely defenseless. "Shoot me. Just end it here."
Blaze stood frozen, his hands trembling.
"What are you waiting for?" Ruby yelled, her voice rising. "Do it already!"
His finger hovered over the trigger, but he couldn't pull it.
Tears slipped down Blaze's face, his breath ragged.
"DO IT!" Ruby screamed.
A gunshot echoed through the cafeteria.
The bullet whizzed past Ruby's head, grazing a strand of her hair before embedding itself in the wall behind her.
Silence.
Ruby stared, wide-eyed, as Blaze's gun fell from his hands, hitting the floor with a metallic clatter.
Slowly, he began removing his armor piece by piece, letting it drop to the floor. His shoulders slumped, the fight draining from his body.
He and Ruby locked eyes—one filled with sorrow, the other with guilt.
Then, without a word, Blaze turned and walked away.
Ruby's legs gave out.
She slid down the wall, pulling her knees close to her chest.
Her body trembled, and before she could stop herself—she broke down sobbing.
Not just from exhaustion.
Not just from relief.
But from what she had just tried to do.
HALLWAY
Qrow grunted, slicing through the last of the Dark Seekers in his way. The hallway was now littered with unconscious or groaning enemies.
Silence.
He took a breath, adjusting his grip on Harbinger, and was about to move when—
"Please... help..."
A voice—weak and trembling—echoed through the air.
Qrow froze, his eyes narrowing.
Slowly, he turned toward the partially open door to the detention cells.
Cautiously, he pushed it open, stepping inside.
Sobbing.
His sharp eyes followed the sound until they landed on a slumped figure in one of the dimly lit cells.
Emerald Sustrai.
She was lying on the cold floor, her body trembling as she clutched her bleeding wound, her face pale from blood loss.
Then, she looked up, her green eyes meeting his.
"Please," she whispered.
Qrow's jaw tightened. His fingers curled into fists as he took a step back, turning away.
He had no reason to help her.
She was one of them. A murderer. A manipulator. A traitor.
But the sound of her ragged, desperate breaths made him hesitate.
She was just a kid.
Qrow cursed under his breath. "Dammit."
With a frustrated sigh, he turned back, stepping toward her.
"Don't make me regret this."
Bending down, he scooped her up, careful not to jostle her injury.
Emerald winced, but her hands weakly clutched at his coat.
Qrow gritted his teeth and hurried toward the Med Bay.
ROOM
Neo staggered, barely keeping herself upright, her trembling arm pressed against a blood-streaked shelf for support. Her other hand clutched her bleeding side, her breaths coming in sharp, pained gasps.
Across from her, Cinder stood, her usual arrogance replaced with pure frustration, a fresh wound bleeding down her arm.
Neo gritted her teeth and slowly crouched, her fingers wrapping around the handle of her umbrella, ignoring the sharp pain lancing through her ribs as she stood back up.
"You just don't give up, do you?" Cinder sneered, her amber eyes burning with barely restrained rage.
Neo spat out blood, her mismatched eyes narrowing.
"Damn right."
Without warning, Neo lunged.
She twirled her umbrella, swinging it at Cinder's head, but Cinder ducked, swiftly countering with a vicious kick to Neo's face.
CRACK.
Neo flew backward, slamming into the wall, her vision spinning from the force of the blow. She grunted, rolling to her side, forcing herself to stand despite the searing pain.
Cinder, already advancing, unsheathed one of her swords, the blade gleaming in the dim light.
Neo snarled, pulling out her knife.
No words.
Just action.
They charged at each other.
Steel clashed against steel, sparks flying as Neo ducked, parried, and dodged, her small frame allowing her to weave between Cinder's brutal strikes.
But she was slowing down. Bleeding too much.
Then—
Cinder's blade cut through the air, aimed at Neo's throat.
Neo smirked—and vanished into an illusion.
Cinder's eyes widened, realizing too late.
Neo reappeared behind her, knife flashing.
But Cinder was ready.
SHINK.
Neo's body jerked, a sharp, unbearable pain piercing her chest.
She looked down, stunned—the tip of Cinder's sword had run straight through her torso.
Neo gasped, but instead of collapsing—
She tightened her grip on her knife and drove it into Cinder's stomach.
Cinder screamed, staggering back, her free hand clutching the deep wound in her gut.
Neo, choking on her own blood, collapsed onto her knees, her knife slipping from her fingers.
Cinder, panting, yanked the knife from her stomach and tossed it aside, her expression twisting in pain.
Then, she looked at Neo.
She raised her sword.
Neo, struggling to breathe, watched from the corner of her eye as Cinder stood over her, weapon poised for the kill.
But she didn't strike.
Instead, she smirked.
"Pathetic."
She turned on her heel and walked out, leaving Neo to bleed out on the floor.
Neo's vision blurred, her body shaking violently.
She reached into her pocket with shaking fingers, pulling out her Scroll.
Through the pain, she typed a message with slow, struggling keystrokes—
BEDROOM
Jaune groaned, pain flaring through his body as he slowly sat up. His head still spun from exhaustion, but a familiar ringing sound snapped him back to reality.
His Scroll was buzzing.
Jaune quickly grabbed it, his heart leaping when he saw Neo's picture on the screen.
He answered immediately.
"Neo?"
For a moment, there was only labored breathing on the other end.
Jaune's stomach dropped.
"Neo. Are you okay? Talk to me."
"…..No." Neo's voice came through, weak and broken. "I'm not okay, Jaune."
Jaune froze, his breath catching in his throat.
"Wh...what are you talking about?" he asked, his voice starting to shake.
"I'm...I'm sorry, Jaune." Neo's voice cracked, and Jaune could hear the sound of quiet sobs.
Jaune's eyes widened in horror.
"Neo. Tell me where you are. I'll go find you, and we'll get you to the Med Bay." Jaune pleaded, already swinging his legs off the bed, ignoring the pain in his body.
"It's too late."
Jaune shook his head furiously.
"It...is...not!" he shouted, his voice breaking. "Please, Neo. Don't do this to me."
A thud echoed through the Scroll's speaker.
Then—
Nothing.
Jaune's breathing stopped.
"Neo?"
Silence.
"NEO?"
The call ended.
Jaune stared at the screen, his mind blank with terror.
Then, without wasting a second, he grabbed Crocea Mors, bolted for the door, and ran—
COURTYARD
Yang panted heavily, her body aching as she stumbled, finally collapsing to one knee. She wiped the sweat and grime from her face, her fingers trembling as the battlefield fell into silence. No more gunfire, no more roaring Grimm, no more screams.
It was over.
Or so she thought—
"DAD!"
Yang's head snapped up just in time to see Coco sprinting across the battlefield, her face twisted in horror.
Her weapon clattered to the ground as she fell to her knees, sliding to a stop beside Ash Adel, who lay motionless on the dirt.
Coco's breathing hitched.
"No, no, no, no..."
She grabbed his jacket, shaking him, pleading for a response. But Ash didn't move.
Coco's hands trembled as she clutched her hair, her breaths turning into ragged sobs.
Then, suddenly, she ripped off her beret and glasses, hurling them aside before tilting her head back—
—and letting out a scream so raw, so filled with grief, that it sent shivers down Yang's spine.
Yang sat frozen, her chest tightening, watching as Coco collapsed, her head resting against her father's still chest, her body wracked with uncontrollable sobs.
Yang slowly turned, scanning the battlefield—
—and her stomach dropped.
Team HAVC—what was left of them—was devastated.
Hazel lay lifeless on the ground.
Ash was propped up against a bloodstained wall, his head tilted at an unnatural angle.
Cyan was curled up beside Hazel's body, her forehead pressed against the dirt, sobbing hysterically.
Violet knelt beside her, one hand on her back, her own tears falling silently.
Nora stood a few feet away, her eyes wide, her lips slightly parted, her face pale with shock.
Ren sat on the ground, staring blankly, his hands resting on his knees, but his gaze empty.
Velvet, her own eyes glistening, approached Coco, then crouched beside her and wrapped her arms around her trembling form, holding her close.
Yang exhaled shakily, her fingers clenching into fists.
She'd seen too much death before—but this—this was something else.
This wasn't just another battle.
This was loss.
Yang stood still, her entire body aching, her muscles burning from the relentless battle. Her vision was blurred from sweat, grime, and something dangerously close to tears.
Then—
"Yang."
She turned to see Blake standing beside her, hand extended.
Without a word, Yang took it, letting Blake pull her up.
The moment she was on her feet, Blake wrapped her arms around her.
Yang froze for half a second—before she collapsed into the embrace, her body shaking as she pressed her face into Blake's shoulder. Sniffling. Trembling.
Blake, tears falling silently, held her tighter.
"It's over now," Blake whispered. "It's over."
Yang barely registered the words. She swallowed, taking in a deep breath. Then, over Blake's shoulder—
She saw him.
Blaze.
He was walking toward the entrance of the Citadel. Alive. Unscathed. Free.
And something inside Yang snapped.
Her eyes burned red as she ripped away from Blake's embrace and stormed forward.
"Yang!" Blake called, panic in her voice.
But Yang didn't hear her. Didn't care.
Blaze saw her coming—and stopped walking.
That was the only hesitation he gave before Yang lunged—
SLAM!
Blaze hit the ground hard, and before he could move—before he could breathe—Yang's fist crashed into his face.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Blake ran to them, trying to pull Yang back, but Yang shoved her away, not once breaking her rhythm.
Punch.
Punch.
Punch.
She wasn't stopping. She couldn't.
She wanted him to hurt. She wanted him to suffer.
Her fist drew back again, ready to strike—
—when a strong hand caught her wrist.
Yang snarled, turning sharply, only to meet the piercing gaze of Raven Branwen.
The woman stared at her, expression unreadable, before shaking her head.
"Let him go, Yang."
"The hell I will!" Yang screamed, trying to pull her arm free—but Raven's grip was like steel.
Without another word, Raven hauled Yang to her feet, forcing her to meet her eyes.
"He's already done," Raven said firmly. "He's given up. He wants to die now."
"Then allow me to—"
"You will NOT!" Raven's voice cracked like a whip, sharp enough to make Yang freeze.
Blaze, still on the ground, his face swollen and bleeding, slowly pushed himself up. He wiped the blood from his lip, then looked at Yang.
His eyes were different now.
Empty. Hollow.
"There's a Death Stalker about a mile west of here," Raven said. "Go there."
Blaze nodded weakly, staggering to his feet. He turned back to Yang one last time.
"Take care of your family," he said quietly. "Don't leave them out of your sight. And you'll keep them safe... like I couldn't with mine."
Yang's breathing slowed. The red glow in her eyes faded.
Blaze took one last glance at them before turning—
And walking away.
Disappearing into the trees.
A heavy silence settled over the courtyard.
Then—
"Envy is gone, by the way."
Raven and Yang both snapped their heads toward Blaze.
"What?" Raven narrowed her eyes.
Blaze didn't stop walking, but his voice carried in the wind.
"Cinder's taken over." He glanced over his shoulder. "And she will hit you all again... real soon."
Then he was gone.
Ironwood approached the battlefield, his face grim as he surveyed the bodies. The carnage. The losses.
Raven turned to him.
"How many?"
Ironwood exhaled slowly.
"Including the ones out here..." he hesitated. "Over a hundred dead."
Raven's jaw tightened.
"A quarter of our army," Ironwood muttered. "Wiped out in a single day."
Raven studied him, watching as his shoulders slumped, his face hard yet pained.
"It's not your fault, James."
Ironwood clenched his fists. "I know, Raven." He looked down. "But most of them were my men. And I failed them."
For a long moment, neither spoke.
Then—Raven stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Ironwood looked at her, eyes clouded with something weary.
Then he nodded.
TEAM RWBY'S ROOM
Ruby quietly pushed open the door, stepping into the dimly lit space. The room was silent, save for the faintest sound of muffled crying coming from the floor beneath her.
Her legs felt heavy, every movement slow, aching from the day's battle. She dragged herself toward her bed and sat down, exhaling sharply.
The moment she sat, her head dipped forward, exhaustion weighing her down like a lead blanket. But something nagged at her, an uneasy feeling curling in her stomach.
Ruby hesitated before pulling out her Scroll, the screen casting a pale glow across her bruised face. She squinted at the Aura bar at the top—nearly depleted.
She sighed, setting the Scroll on the nearby shelf before opening her bedside drawer.
Inside, a small metallic device rested among a few personal belongings. Tiny. Unassuming.
Then—
Beep.
Ruby's breath hitched.
Beep. Beep.
Her eyes widened as the beeping became faster. Louder. Urgent.
Her chest tightened, realization dawning too late.
COURTYARD
As Yang and Blake turned toward the entrance, exhaustion settling in, a sudden boom echoed through the air. Flames erupted from a second-story window, thick black smoke curling into the sky.
Then—a body came crashing down.
Ruby.
She hit the ground hard, rolling slightly before going eerily still. Blood pooled beneath her, darkening the dirt in a slow, spreading stain.
Yang's breath hitched—her body locked in shock before sheer terror took over.
She sprinted forward, her legs burning with every frantic step. Blake was right behind her, but Yang barely noticed—her world had narrowed to one thing.
She dropped to her knees beside Ruby, her hands hovering, shaking, afraid to touch her.
Ruby's face was pale, her left eye hidden beneath the folds of her torn cloak, but blood poured down her cheek, tracing a jagged path toward the ground.
She didn't blink.
Her eyes, dull and lifeless, stared blankly past Yang—unfocused, unseeing.
Yang's chest tightened, a horrible pressure crushing her lungs, her heart pounding so hard it hurt.
Her lips parted, but no words came.
Just a scream.
A raw, guttural sound of horror and despair that tore through the smoke-filled sky.
DARK PALACE
Cinder strode into the throne room, her steps filled with an eager anticipation that overshadowed the pain from her still-healing wound. Dark energy crackled faintly around her fingers, her breath steady despite the lingering sting.
Nearby, Torchwick leaned casually against a pillar, adjusting the bandage wrapped around his injured arm. He smirked, raising an eyebrow as he watched her approach.
"About time," Torchwick muttered, his usual sarcasm laced with curiosity.
Cinder ignored him completely.
Her attention was solely fixed on the massive mirror across the room—the one that had once held Pyrrha Nikos' trapped reflection.
Now?
It was shattered.
Glass shards littered the floor, refracting dim light like a thousand broken stars. The frame, once humming with restrained power, stood empty—a gaping void where the imprisoned soul had once been.
Cinder's lips curled into a wicked smile.
She had waited for this moment.
HOURS EARLIER – DARK PALACE
Envy paced the room, her piercing gaze scanning the gathered Dark Seekers. Their armor gleamed under the dim, hellish glow of the palace's torches. Standing near the throne, Cinder, Blaze, and Torchwick watched with varying expressions—Blaze's face was unreadable behind his helmet, Torchwick smirked as always, and Cinder…
Cinder was waiting.
Envy's voice rang with conviction. "Today, we begin our first major attack on this so-called 'rebellion.'" She turned, facing the gathered warriors. "Miss Sustrai has successfully relayed the location of their hidden fortress." A slow smile formed on her lips. "In one hour, we storm their stronghold and kill every single person who dares stand against us."
Then—
Crack.
The sound split through the throne room like a gunshot.
Envy's eyes widened in shock. Her head snapped toward the mirror—the one she had kept locked away, ensuring its prisoner never escaped.
The crack had spread—no longer a hairline fracture, but a web of splintering lines reaching across the entire surface.
Almost completely shattered.
"Is something wrong, Mistress?"
Cinder's voice was mockingly sweet, filled with amusement.
Envy spun, her expression darkening. "It's nothing," she snapped.
Cinder's smirk widened as she took a slow, deliberate step forward.
"Oh?" she mused, strolling past Envy, moving toward the mirror. Her eyes gleamed with something dangerous. "Or… are you worried about dear Miss Nikos escaping?"
Envy froze.
How does she know?
Then it hit her.
Emerald.
Cinder chuckled, seeing the realization dawn in Envy's horrified expression.
"She told me everything," Cinder said, unsheathing her sword. The steel gleamed under the eerie glow of the room. "And she told me about the mirror."
Before Envy could react—
SLASH!
Cinder's blade carved through the glass—and the mirror shattered completely.
The pieces rained down, hitting the floor like shards of ice. The once prison-like surface was gone, nothing but a broken frame standing in its place.
Envy fell to her knees.
"You…" she gasped, her breath ragged, eyes wild with disbelief.
Then, rage.
"You have NO idea what you've just done!" she screamed.
The shattered glass hadn't even settled before Cinder lunged.
Flames erupted around her, her sword slicing through the air like a whip of molten steel. Envy barely had time to react before the tip of the blade met her chest—only for her aura to flare, stopping it just in time. The force still sent her skidding backward, boots scraping against the marble floor.
Cinder laughed, eyes alight with predatory amusement.
"You're off your game, Mistress," she sneered, adjusting her grip. "Was it the mirror breaking, or do you just suck at fighting?"
Envy snarled, rising to her feet. Her fingers twitched, and the black aura around her hands twisted, forming two wicked, jagged blades—as though forged from the darkness itself.
"You traitorous wretch," she spat, charging forward.
CLANG!
The throne room shook as their weapons met, sparks flying like fireworks. Envy lashed out with both blades, moving in a blur, forcing Cinder back. Each strike faster, heavier, more desperate—but Cinder, ever graceful, dodged each one with ease, weaving through the attacks like a dancer.
Envy growled in frustration and swung one blade in a downward arc. Cinder smirked, stepping aside at the last second.
SLASH!
Envy's blade carved into the floor, leaving a deep, molten gash.
"Tsk tsk," Cinder mocked, stepping back. "Is that all you've got? I was expecting more from the great Envy."
Envy didn't respond—she roared, her fury igniting as she threw one of her blades like a spear.
Cinder's smile faltered. She barely had time to twist her body—
SHINK!
The blade grazed her side, tearing through fabric, leaving a deep gash in her ribs. Blood spattered onto the marble, but Cinder barely flinched.
Instead, she laughed.
"Finally," she purred, touching the wound with her fingers, then licking the blood off them. "Now, this is fun."
Envy's rage boiled over.
She lunged again, blades moving like a whirlwind, forcing Cinder on the defensive. The two clashed across the throne room, tearing apart pillars, walls, and even the throne itself as their fight carried them across the chamber.
Envy's attacks became wilder, more erratic. Her black aura flared like a storm, the ground cracking under her power. Every slash came with more force, more speed, more hate.
But Cinder?
Cinder remained calm.
Each step, each movement, was precise—she dodged Envy's rage-fueled strikes by mere inches, her smirk never faltering.
Envy snarled, swinging both blades in a vicious X-shape attack.
Cinder finally blocked, flames erupting between them. The sheer force of impact sent both of them sliding backward, the air rippling from the collision.
For a moment, neither moved.
Then Cinder tilted her head, eyes gleaming with something cruel.
"…That's it?"
Envy seethed.
"You insufferable brat!" she roared. "You dare betray me—me?! I gave you everything!"
Cinder chuckled. "Everything? Please."
She stomped her foot, sending a wave of molten fire toward Envy, forcing her to leap into the air.
"You were weak before I came along," Cinder taunted, appearing behind her in an instant, kicking Envy mid-air and sending her crashing through a pillar. "I should've taken over years ago."
Envy coughed, rubble falling around her. She shakily stood, glaring daggers at Cinder.
"You ungrateful—!"
Cinder rolled her eyes.
"Oh, spare me the speech." She twirled her sword lazily, stepping closer. "You're acting like a child throwing a tantrum because their favorite toy broke."
Envy screamed in fury, her black aura erupting violently. The remaining shards of the mirror began levitating, spinning around her like a storm of knives.
Cinder's grin widened.
"There she is," she cooed. "That's the monster I was waiting for."
Envy's body blurred, reappearing inches from Cinder, slashing both of her blades downward with lethal intent.
Cinder caught them.
Barehanded.
Envy's eyes widened in disbelief.
Cinder grinned—and with a sudden, brutal motion, she twisted Envy's wrists, forcing her to drop one of the blades. Before Envy could react, Cinder snatched it out of the air.
"Thanks," Cinder said sweetly—before she plunged the stolen blade into Envy's gut.
Envy choked, her body going rigid.
Cinder twisted the blade, her lips inches from Envy's ear.
"You were never meant to be in charge," she whispered.
Then, she ripped the blade out.
Envy staggered backward, black blood pouring from her wound. Her knees buckled, her vision swimming. She looked at Cinder, eyes wide, betrayal and hatred swirling together.
"You…you…damn…you…"
Cinder simply watched her collapse, a satisfied smirk on her face.
Cinder leaned back in the throne, crossing one leg over the other. Her fingers tapped idly against the hilt of her sword, still stained with Envy's dark blood. She watched with satisfaction as the former ruler clutched her gut, body trembling, sinking further toward oblivion.
"I will be taking over, now," Cinder announced, her voice dripping with victory. She tilted her head, feigning sympathy. "It's a shame, really. Miss Nikos could have been a useful asset. But, since I've just mortally wounded her own body, I doubt she'll want it back. She'll just have to remain alone forever."
She smirked, ready to revel in her triumph—
Then she heard laughter.
Weak, rasping at first—but soon, it grew louder.
Cinder's smirk faded. Even Torchwick, who had been nothing more than a spectator to this power struggle, shifted uncomfortably.
The laughter continued.
Envy was laughing.
"What's so funny?" Cinder snapped, standing up from the throne.
Envy gasped for air, her body beginning to crumble, but her twisted smile never wavered.
"Did…did you honestly think…" Envy wheezed, blackened blood dripping from her lips, "that this body was Pyrrha Nikos'?"
Cinder's brow furrowed.
"What are you talking about?" she demanded.
Then—
A sound behind her.
Cinder's instincts screamed, and she whirled around, barely raising her sword in time to block. A sharp glint of metal flashed—
A mirror shard.
The force behind it sent Cinder skidding backward. She caught a glimpse of red hair and emerald-green eyes.
Pyrrha Nikos.
Alive.
Cinder gritted her teeth, pushing Pyrrha away. The redhead landed with a fluid grace, mirror shard still gripped tightly in her hands.
Cinder's mind raced—this was impossible. If Pyrrha was here, then…
She spun back toward Envy, eyes widening in horror.
Envy, barely holding herself together, raised a trembling hand.
A dark portal began to swirl behind Pyrrha.
Cinder's anger snapped.
"No!" she lunged forward, reaching for Pyrrha—
Too late.
Pyrrha locked eyes with Envy. For the first time, there was no hatred, no fear—only understanding.
Then, Pyrrha stepped into the portal.
Cinder slashed through empty air as the portal snapped shut, vanishing like it was never there.
Silence.
Torchwick let out a low whistle, rubbing his neck. "Well, that just happened."
Cinder whipped around, her expression darkening. Envy, now nothing more than a crumbling husk, met her glare with one last, knowing smirk.
"Salem…had you fooled…again."
Those were her final words.
Her body broke apart into dust, scattering across the throne room floor, fading into nothingness.
Cinder stood still, fingers clenching around the hilt of her sword, a twist of unease crawling up her spine.
Envy wasn't possessing Pyrrha.
Envy was just like Salem.
A hybrid.
Back in the present, Cinder sat upon the throne, her fingers lightly tapping against the armrest, nails clicking rhythmically against the polished surface. Her golden eyes swept across the room, taking in the sight of the remaining Dark Seekers, all kneeling before her in silent obedience.
Torchwick stood at her side, his usual smug expression present, yet cautious—as if gauging her mood.
Cinder's smirk faltered for just a moment.
Her grip on the throne's armrest tightened as a single thought lingered in her mind.
She had succeeded.
Envy was gone.
The power struggle was over.
She was in control now.
And yet…
Her jaw tensed, remembering what had slipped through her grasp.
Pyrrha Nikos.
She had let her escape.
Her fingers stilled against the throne. A slow, simmering frustration built within her. She had struck a mortal wound, destroyed the false ruler, taken her rightful place as leader.
But she had not finished Pyrrha.
The weight of that unfinished victory settled over her like a shadow.
For now, she remained still, gaze unreadable. But deep inside, beneath the confidence, beneath the power, a single thought burned within her.
DAYS LATER – HOSPITAL ROOM
A sharp gasp broke the quiet of the room. Ruby jerked awake, her chest heaving as she struggled for air.
Qrow, who had been seated nearby, rushed to her side, hands gripping her shoulders as she tried to sit up, panicked.
"Ruby!" Qrow shouted. "Calm down! It's okay!"
Ruby, still frantic, looked up at him, her breathing uneven. Slowly, his voice grounded her, and her tense body began to relax.
"It's alright, kiddo," Qrow reassured her, easing his grip as she settled. "You're safe now."
Ruby stared at him for a moment, confusion clouding her tired silver eye. Then, her hand instinctively rose to her face, trembling fingers tracing over the bandages covering her left eye.
A sickening dread filled her stomach.
"What... what happened?" Ruby asked, her voice weak, shaking.
Qrow sighed, running a tired hand through his hair. "From what Yang could tell me, a bomb was planted in your room. The explosion threw you out the window. You hit the ground pretty hard."
His expression darkened. "Yang... she—she couldn't tell me more. She was distraught after what she saw."
Ruby's eyes widened in alarm. "Yang!" she blurted out. "Is she okay? What about Blake? Weiss?"
"They're okay, Ruby," Qrow assured her. "They all are. They... they're just trying to get past what happened at the Citadel."
Ruby swallowed hard, her mind racing.
"How long... was I out this time?"
Qrow hesitated before answering. "...About a week."
"A week?!" Ruby snapped, her voice rising.
"Keep it down, Ruby," Qrow warned, glancing toward the door. "It's early morning. You'll wake everyone up."
Ruby's shoulders slumped, her mind still trying to process it all. Then, she hesitated before asking, her voice quieter—almost afraid of the answer.
"Did... did we lose anyone?"
Qrow's jaw tightened, and he looked away. "I think... you should let your team tell you that."
Ruby felt a sinking feeling in her chest.
"They should be here shortly," Qrow continued. "They're on their way back from the Citadel."
Ruby frowned. Confusion flickered in her tired gaze. "The Citadel? Wait—where... where are we?"
"We're in Atlas, Ruby."
She blinked. Atlas?
Qrow sighed. "Ironwood's idea. He kept saying it was the safest place for us. The Citadel was badly damaged during the attack. And since the location's been compromised, we won't be returning there—not until we can find a new base of operations. Until then, we're staying here."
Ruby slowly looked down at her hands, taking in the fresh scars, the bandages wrapped around her body.
"How bad are my injuries?" she asked.
Before Qrow could answer, the door burst open.
Ruby barely had time to react before Yang rushed in and threw her arms around her, sobbing.
Ruby winced but held her tightly.
"I thought I lost you," Yang choked out between sobs, her body trembling.
"It's okay, Yang," Ruby murmured, gently rubbing Yang's back. "I'm still here."
After a few moments, Yang reluctantly pulled away, sniffling as she rubbed her eyes. She found a chair and collapsed into it, emotionally drained.
Blake approached next, placing a hand on Ruby's shoulder. No words were needed—just a silent acknowledgment. Ruby nodded, and Blake did the same before quietly stepping back to sit beside Yang.
Ruby then noticed Weiss standing at the doorway, clutching a vase filled with red roses.
"I... I got these for you," Weiss murmured, her voice fragile, unsteady.
Ruby's heart ached at the sight of her—red-rimmed eyes, hands shaking ever so slightly as she placed the vase on the bedside table.
Ruby softened her gaze. "Just let it out, Weiss," she said, gently.
Weiss shuddered, her breathing uneven as she finally gave in.
Tears spilled down her cheeks as she placed a trembling hand on Ruby's head, careful not to hurt her.
"I'm just glad... that you're okay," Weiss whispered, her voice breaking as tears fell freely.
Ruby reached up, brushing Weiss' tears away with her thumb before leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss against her lips.
As they pulled apart, they just stared at each other, the weight of everything they had endured hanging between them—unspoken, but deeply felt.
Qrow let out a heavy sigh, standing up from his chair. Without a word, he pulled out his flask, unscrewed the cap, and took a long, slow drink.
The room was silent as he lowered it, glancing at Ruby once more.
"I gotta go," he muttered. "Ironwood needs me and Raven to help out with a couple things."
Ruby simply nodded, sensing that her uncle wasn't in the mood for conversation.
As Qrow turned to leave, he paused near the door, his eyes shifting toward Yang. She was quiet, her expression heavy, like she was holding something back.
Qrow exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Make sure when she takes in the news, she doesn't go haywire, okay?"
Yang nodded solemnly, fully understanding what he meant.
With that, Qrow walked out of the room, the door shutting behind him with a quiet click.
Yang and Blake exchanged a quick glance, before moving their chairs closer to Ruby's bed. They sat down, neither saying a word at first.
But Ruby could feel it.
Something wasn't right.
Her heart pounded, and she felt the weight in the air—a tension thick and suffocating.
Her hands clenched the bedsheets. She had to ask.
"How many?" Ruby's voice was barely above a whisper.
Blake hesitated, but eventually answered. "124 dead. 49 injured. A few missing."
Ruby's stomach twisted.
She swallowed hard. "Anyone we know?"
Blake averted her gaze.
That was enough to tell Ruby the answer wasn't good.
"Just tell me," Ruby pressed.
Blake took a slow breath, then forced herself to continue.
"...Coco's dad."
Ruby felt a pang in her chest, but she said nothing.
"Velvet's mom."
Ruby's breathing hitched.
"...Both Hazel and Ash. Neptune's parents."
Every name felt like a blade to the gut.
But Blake stopped before saying the last one.
Her lips parted, but no words came out.
Ruby's heartbeat quickened.
"Blake?" she asked, her voice shaking.
Blake closed her eyes, inhaling shakily.
Yang placed a comforting hand on her shoulder before turning to face Ruby directly.
"Neo's gone, Ruby," Yang finally said.
Ruby froze.
Her one remaining eye widened, and for a moment, it was like the world had stopped turning.
Neo.
Gone.
Ruby's lips parted, but no sound came out.
She couldn't breathe.
She couldn't think.
ROOM
Jaune lay face-down on the bed, his fingers digging into the sheets with a white-knuckle grip. His entire body trembled, and then—
A scream tore from his throat.
It was raw. Agonized.
He screamed again.
And again.
And again.
Each one ripped through the room, filled with nothing but pure despair.
Nora and Ren stood by the door, watching helplessly.
They had never seen Jaune like this before.
Not when Pyrrha died.
Not when they lost Beacon.
Never.
Nora's hands curled into fists, her chest aching as she watched her friend break apart in front of them. She sniffled, holding back her own tears, but she knew nothing they could say would help.
Ren stood beside her, his usual calm facade shattered. His eyes were red, his expression torn between grief and helplessness.
On the empty bed beside Jaune, Neo's umbrella lay untouched.
Nora's gaze drifted to it, and something inside her snapped.
It felt wrong—seeing it there, with no owner to carry it.
Like a grave marker.
Jaune's shouts eventually died down into ragged, shaking breaths.
HOSPITAL ROOM
Weiss sat at Ruby's bedside, her voice soft, yet heavy with sorrow.
"We just had her funeral yesterday," she murmured.
Ruby's breath hitched.
Her hands clutched at her head, fingers digging into her scalp as she began rocking back and forth.
"No. No. No. Please, no."
Tears streamed down her face, her body trembling as choked sobs escaped her throat. The weight of the loss pressed against her chest like an avalanche, and she could barely breathe.
Neo was gone.
Dead.
Buried.
Her mind spiraled deeper into panic—until something felt wrong.
Her body.
Something was missing.
Ruby's sobs hitched, her breathing quickening as she tried to wiggle her toes—
And felt nothing.
Her heart pounded.
She tried again. Nothing.
She lifted her hands, touching her right leg—
And her fingers met air.
"Guys…" Ruby whispered, her voice wavering. "Why can't I feel my right foot?"
Silence.
Yang's expression darkened, her jaw tightening as she exchanged a silent, pained look with Weiss and Blake.
"Ruby," Yang finally spoke, her voice low, careful. "You were hurt really bad in the explosion."
"You didn't lose your eye," Weiss added. "But you'll have noticeable scars. And the doctor said you might experience… occasional blindness."
Ruby's pulse raced. "Okay… but why can't I feel—?"
"You also suffered burns to your chest and legs," Weiss continued, her voice wavering slightly. "But your Aura protected most of you from the blast."
"But…" Ruby whispered.
Weiss' throat bobbed as she swallowed hard.
"But what?" Ruby's voice rose, her panic climbing.
Weiss closed her eyes and nodded at Yang and Blake.
They moved—swiftly—grabbing Ruby's arms.
Her breath hitched. "Uh—guys?"
Weiss didn't answer. Instead, she reached forward and slowly pulled back the hospital sheets.
Ruby's remaining eye locked onto her leg.
Or rather—
What was left of it.
Her stomach lurched.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Her mind went blank.
Where her right foot should've been, there was only a stump.
It ended just below her knee.
For a moment, everything was silent.
Then—
Ruby screamed.
It was gut-wrenching—a sound of pure, raw horror.
Yang and Blake tightened their hold, keeping Ruby restrained as she thrashed violently, trying to escape a reality that she couldn't accept.
Weiss turned away, covering her ears as tears fell freely down her face.
Ruby's sobs became loud, broken gasps, her body shaking uncontrollably as Yang finally wrapped her arms around her.
She held her tight, rocking slightly, her own tears falling into Ruby's hair.
Ruby just kept sobbing.
Weiss couldn't take it.
She stood up abruptly, rushing out of the room.
Blake followed, shutting the door behind them.
In the hallway, Weiss collapsed against the wall, her hands still pressed over her ears, her body shaking violently.
She let out a soft, pained sob, then another.
And then—she started lightly banging her head against the wall, trying to block out the sounds still echoing in her mind.
Blake quickly pulled her into a hug, holding her firmly.
Neither of them spoke.
They just stood there, grieving together, in the silence of the hallway.
OFFICE
Qrow sat in the dimly lit office, his hands clasped tightly, his gaze fixed on the floor. His jaw clenched, his mind running a thousand miles an hour.
A firm hand landed on his shoulder. He didn't have to look to know who it was.
Raven.
Qrow let out a slow exhale before finally turning toward her. Their eyes met, and after a brief moment, he gave her a silent nod.
Both then shifted their attention to Ironwood, who was seated at his desk, speaking into his Scroll.
"Thank you. Appreciate it."
Ironwood ended the call and set the device down. He looked up at them, his face a stoic mask, but his eyes carried the same weariness as theirs.
"I take it that Miss Rose is finally awake?"
"Yeah. She is." Qrow's voice was tired. Rough. He rubbed his temples before leaning forward, elbows on his knees.
"She's also being told about what happened. About the people we lost." He swallowed hard. "And her leg..."
His fists tightened. His nails dug into his palms.
"Shit."
Ironwood exhaled through his nose, leaning back in his chair. "Miss Rose has been through a lot, Qrow. And from what I've seen—she's strong."
"She has limits too, James." Qrow snapped, his voice sharp. "And after today? She may have reached them."
Raven crossed her arms. "What do you think she'll do now?"
Qrow let out a bitter scoff. "This is going to be worse than two years ago. She's done. She's gonna call it quits. She'll go home... and she'll never come back."
Ironwood's lips pressed into a thin line. "As much as I hate to say this, Qrow, we need her. The search for the Spring Maiden is still ongoing. And if we're going to win this war, we need both of them."
Qrow's head snapped up, his glare piercing.
"What do you expect me to do, Jimmy?" His voice was low, but there was a sharp edge to it. "She's barely held together as it is. She was already traumatized from Salem. And now? With everything else that's happened? She's broken."
Raven nodded in agreement, her expression unreadable. "She has to go home, James."
"I understand—"
"NO, YOU DON'T!"
Qrow exploded, launching himself out of his chair, his hands slamming onto Ironwood's desk.
Ironwood didn't flinch, but his eyes widened slightly.
Qrow's breathing was ragged, his shoulders tense, his face flushed with anger and grief.
"She's severely damaged, mentally, Jimmy. And I will not let that get any worse." His hands trembled as he pointed a finger at Ironwood. "Like it or not, she's going home."
Silence hung heavy in the air.
Ironwood stared at Qrow for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, finally, he let out a slow exhale, his shoulders relaxing slightly.
"...Alright."
Qrow blinked, surprised by how quickly Ironwood relented.
Ironwood's eyes hardened. "She goes home. But that doesn't mean this war is over. Not for the rest of us."
Qrow didn't respond. He just nodded, before turning away and walking toward the door.
Raven followed.
Neither looked back.
HOSPITAL ROOM
Ruby sat by the window, her gaze distant, lost in the endless white horizon of Atlas. Snowflakes drifted past the glass, carried by the cold winds outside.
Inside the room, the atmosphere was just as cold.
Yang and Blake sat nearby, their presence silent. Neither had spoken in what felt like an eternity.
Finally, Ruby broke the silence.
"I want to see Jaune."
Yang's eyes flicked toward her sister. "...What?"
Ruby didn't look at her. Her fingers gripped the blanket tightly, knuckles turning white.
"I want to see Jaune," she repeated, her voice firm.
Yang hesitated. She exchanged a look with Blake, who only offered a small, concerned nod.
After a few seconds, Yang sighed and stood up. "I'll go get a wheelchair."
She didn't argue.
She knew there was no talking Ruby out of this.
ROOM
Jaune sat on the cold floor, his back against the wall, his hollow stare locked on the empty bed before him. Neo's umbrella lay atop it, untouched. A reminder. A wound that would never fully heal.
A knock on the door barely pulled him from his thoughts. The door creaked open, and Nora peeked inside.
"Ruby's here, Jaune. She'd like to speak to you."
Jaune didn't answer. He just nodded.
Nora backed away, and Yang wheeled Ruby inside. Neither spoke as Yang quietly stepped out, closing the door behind her.
Jaune finally stood up, his eyes locking onto Ruby—or rather, the empty space where her right leg used to be. His fists clenched. More loss. More scars.
Ruby met his gaze, her expression unreadable.
Jaune crouched in front of her.
"I'm glad you're okay," he said softly.
Ruby shook her head. "No, I'm not, Jaune." Her voice was hollow, barely above a whisper.
Jaune's brows furrowed. "...What are you talking about? You're alive."
"But at what cost?" Ruby whispered, her fingers trembling as she gripped the blanket on her lap.
Jaune's jaw tightened. He looked down, his hands pressing into his knees.
"I'm sorry, Jaune."
Jaune's shoulders tensed. He nodded, but when he lifted his head, tears slipped down his face.
"I know." His voice wavered. "She went out fighting. Something she loved to do."
Silence filled the room.
Then, Jaune's fingers curled into fists.
"It's just not fair, Ruby." His voice grew hoarse, raw with emotion. "First Pyrrha. And now Neo. Why? Why, Ruby?!"
"I... I don't know." Ruby answered.
Jaune's grief twisted into rage. His breath came out ragged, his hands shaking.
"I'm going to make her pay."
Ruby looked up at him.
Jaune's eyes burned with hatred. "I'm going to kill Cinder, Ruby. I'm going to make her suffer slowly. And then I'm going to kill her."
Ruby didn't flinch. She simply nodded.
"We will kill her, Jaune." Her voice carried a chilling certainty. "I swear on my father's grave. And on Pyrrha and Neo's graves... Cinder will die."
A heavy silence hung between them.
"But for now…" Ruby exhaled, the fire in her eyes flickering. "We must rest."
CEMETERY
Weiss knelt down, carefully planting a bouquet of flowers at the base of the cold, gray tombstone. The name etched into the stone—Winter Schnee—stared back at her, unchanging, eternal.
She stood up, brushing the dirt off her hands, and stared at the grave. The gentle wind rustled her coat, carrying with it the distant sounds of the city beyond the cemetery walls.
A voice broke through the silence.
"A shame, I wasn't given a bigger gravestone."
Weiss turned her head to the left.
Winter stood there, arms crossed, gazing at her own grave with mild amusement.
Weiss let out a soft chuckle. "You were given a soldier's funeral, Winter. You should've gotten much more than that."
Winter shifted her gaze to her sister, blue eyes unreadable.
"What are you going to do now, Weiss?"
Weiss frowned. "What do you mean?"
Winter took a slow step forward. "Cinder Fall infiltrated a top-secret military base, slaughtered soldiers and some of your friends, and injured Ruby to the point where she might finally give up."
Weiss clenched her fists.
"She's not going to give up."
Winter raised a brow. "And what makes you so sure?"
Weiss exhaled sharply, her grip on Myrtenaster tightening. "Because she made a promise—to find Father and bring him home. And she will keep that promise."
Winter's expression softened, her lips curling into a small, sad smile.
"Well then," she said, nodding. "I do hope she succeeds."
Weiss turned to look at her fully—
But Winter was gone.
The wind whispered through the cemetery once more.
Weiss stood still for a moment, staring at the empty space where Winter had been. Then, with a quiet sigh, she turned away and walked toward the exit.
HOSPITAL ROOM
The atmosphere in the room had been heavy ever since Ironwood had made the offer.
Ruby sat upright in her hospital bed, her expression firm, unwavering.
"I'll do it."
Both Yang and Qrow turned to her in surprise.
"Ruby," Yang spoke first, eyes searching her sister's face. "You're sure about this?"
Ruby met Yang's gaze. "I'm sure, Yang."
Qrow ran a hand through his hair, frustration clear in his expression. "Kid, think about yourself for a change. You've been through hell. I think it's safe to say you've done enough. You deserve to rest now—go home."
Ruby's grip on her sheets tightened.
"I'm not going to give up, Qrow." Her voice was filled with quiet anger. "As long as Cinder is out there, no one is safe. And I won't sit by and let this happen again."
Silence.
Qrow sighed, rubbing his temples. Yang turned her face away, clearly torn.
Ruby then turned to Ironwood.
"How soon?"
The General, who had remained silent throughout the conversation, now straightened his posture.
"I could have the procedure ready in three hours."
Ruby nodded. "Okay. Let's do it."
HALLWAY
Velvet stormed down the hallway, her duffel bag slung over her shoulder, her footsteps heavy with frustration.
She had packed quickly, furiously—anything to get out of there. The weight in her chest was unbearable.
As she reached the door, she hesitated.
Turning back, her gaze landed on Coco.
She was sprawled out on the couch, completely unconscious. Empty bottles littered the floor beside her. The smell of alcohol lingered in the air.
Velvet sniffled, her vision blurring with unshed tears.
She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms before she turned away and walked out, not looking back.
The hallway was eerily quiet as she moved, her steps echoing louder in her own mind.
That was when she saw Sun and Neptune.
They were walking toward her, chatting quietly—until they noticed her.
Sun's expression immediately shifted to concern.
"Velvet?" He stepped forward, reaching out to her.
She shoved him away.
Not a word. Not a glance.
Just kept walking.
Sun stumbled slightly, caught off guard. His hand ran through his hair, frustration mixing with worry.
Neptune, standing beside him, watched Velvet disappear down the hallway. His usual lightheartedness was nowhere to be found.
"She's really leaving, huh?"
Sun exhaled sharply, his voice heavy. "Yeah."
HOSPITAL ROOFTOP
The cold Atlas air brushed against them, carrying the distant hum of the city below. From their vantage point, the towering buildings, the glimmering lights, and the movement of people far beneath them made everything seem so… distant.
But the weight in their chests was impossible to ignore.
Blake let out a slow exhale and gently leaned her head against Yang's shoulder.
Yang didn't hesitate. She tilted her head, resting it against Blake's, closing her eyes for a brief moment.
Neither of them spoke.
There were no words for what had happened.
The battle. The losses. Ruby's injuries. The feeling of helplessness as everything spiraled out of their control.
It had been hell.
Yang squeezed Blake's hand.
Blake responded by tightening her grip, intertwining their fingers.
No words were needed.
Just the feeling of each other.
The warmth in the cold.
For now, they just stood there, watching the city glow beneath them, trying to forget.
VALE – ALLEYWAY
Pyrrha pulled her green hood lower over her face as she walked into the dimly lit alleyway. The scent of old rain and stale garbage clung to the walls, but she ignored it, keeping her pace steady.
Her stomach growled.
She took out an apple from the small satchel at her side, rubbing it against her cloak before taking a bite. The crispness, the taste of something fresh—it was a small comfort.
Then, she felt it.
A presence.
Someone was approaching.
Her grip on the apple tightened as she instinctively fell into a defensive stance, her muscles tensing, eyes narrowing under her hood.
But the man didn't attack.
He simply raised his hands in peace, his expression calm.
Pyrrha studied him carefully—a middle-aged man, worn but kind-looking, with rough hands that spoke of years of labor.
Without a word, he reached into a small sack at his side and pulled out a loaf of bread.
Fresh. Warm.
Pyrrha didn't move at first. She wasn't used to kindness. Not anymore.
Hesitantly, she reached forward and took the loaf from his hand. It was soft. Real.
The man gave a small nod of acknowledgment before turning away, disappearing down the alley.
Pyrrha exhaled, watching him leave.
Curiosity tugged at her.
She stepped out of the alley and followed his path with her gaze—watching as he crossed the street and entered a small bakery.
She lingered there for a moment.
Then, she made a decision.
She walked toward the bakery.
PARK
Ren and Nora sat together on a worn wooden bench, the faint scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers drifting through the air. The park was peaceful, a stark contrast to the chaos they had endured.
Before them, children laughed and played, their carefree joy filling the air as they chased each other around the playground. Their voices were bright, untouched by the burdens of war.
Nora rested her head against Ren's shoulder, her arms wrapped loosely around his. She smiled, but there was a sadness behind it.
Ren squeezed her hand gently. A silent comfort.
For a moment, they allowed themselves to just exist—no battles, no grief, no war.
Just the warmth of each other, holding onto the one thing that still felt real.
CAFETERIA
Violet sat quietly, slowly eating her meal, though her eyes kept drifting across the table.
Cyan barely touched her food, her fork idly pushing around bits of vegetables and rice, her mind clearly elsewhere. Her shoulders sagged, her usual sharpness dulled by exhaustion and grief.
After a moment, Violet reached across the table, gently taking Cyan's hand in hers.
Cyan blinked, looking up at her.
Violet offered a small, sad smile, her fingers giving a reassuring squeeze. No words were needed. They had both lost too much.
Cyan hesitated, then let out a breath and squeezed back. It wasn't much, but for now, it was enough.
BAR
Qrow sat alone at a dimly lit table, idly swirling the fourth shot of whiskey in his glass before downing it in one smooth motion. He sighed, letting the burn settle in his throat before raising his hand to signal for another.
Before the next drink could arrive, a familiar presence took the seat beside him.
Raven.
She didn't say a word at first, simply crossing her arms as she leaned back in her chair, her expression unreadable.
Qrow smirked. "Well, if it isn't the 'responsible' sibling. What brings you to this fine establishment?"
Raven rolled her eyes. "Figured you'd be here."
Before Qrow could respond, the doors to the bar swung open. Oobleck and Port entered, their familiar voices carrying over the low murmur of the patrons. Spotting Qrow and Raven, the two immediately made their way over and joined them at the table.
"Ah, Qrow! Raven! It's been some time, hasn't it?" Port's booming voice carried an air of nostalgia, though there was a weight behind it that hadn't been there before.
Oobleck, ever the composed one, adjusted his glasses. "It seems a drink is in order—though, Qrow, I'd advise slowing down. You appear to be well ahead of the rest of us."
Qrow smirked, raising two fingers to the bartender. "Then we better catch up."
The bartender nodded, bringing over a fresh round for everyone. Qrow grabbed his glass, raising it slightly.
"To old friends, old fights, and whatever the hell comes next."
Raven, Oobleck, and Port each grabbed their drinks, exchanging glances before clinking glasses together.
The night was far from over.
HOSPITAL ROOM
The dim glow of the overhead lights cast soft shadows across the room, illuminating the rows of hospital beds lined up against the walls. Neon, Cardin, Brawnz, Nolan, and May lay resting, their bodies wrapped in bandages, the aftermath of battle still evident in the air. The rhythmic beeping of heart monitors provided the only sound aside from the occasional groan of discomfort.
The door creaked open.
Sun stepped inside, his golden eyes scanning the room until they landed on Neon. She turned her head toward him, her usual energetic demeanor subdued but still present in her soft smile.
Sun made his way over and took a seat beside her, resting his elbow on the edge of the bed.
"Hey, there," he murmured.
Neon let out a small chuckle, wincing slightly from the movement. "Hey, yourself."
Without a word, Sun reached up and gently ran his fingers through her hair, his touch light and soothing. Neon closed her eyes, leaning into his hand, savoring the simple comfort.
After a moment, Sun leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
Neon sighed, relaxing under his touch. Despite the pain, despite everything, she knew she wasn't alone.
JAIL CELL
The dim lighting of the prison hall flickered slightly as Emerald lay on her cot, staring at the cold, unforgiving ceiling. Bandages were wrapped tightly around her abdomen, each breath reminding her of the pain that still lingered. The faint echoes of distant voices and footsteps filled the silence, but they felt worlds away.
Then, the heavy metal door groaned open.
Wesley stepped inside, his limp noticeable as he walked toward her, his cane tapping against the concrete floor. Emerald slowly sat up, her tired eyes meeting his.
"So," Wesley began, his voice steady. "I heard that Qrow was the one who saved you."
Emerald turned her gaze downward, her fingers gripping the edge of the cot.
"I'll take that as a yes," Wesley said, his tone neutral. He paused for a moment before continuing, "But that's not the main reason I'm here."
Emerald finally looked up, curiosity creeping into her weary expression.
"It seems, based on your past crimes, that you'll most likely receive the death sentence," Wesley stated bluntly.
A chill ran through Emerald's body. She knew the reality of her situation, but hearing it said aloud sent a fresh wave of fear crashing over her.
"It's okay to be afraid," Wesley added, his voice softer now.
Emerald clenched her fists. "I… I just don't want to die."
Wesley studied her carefully. "And you might not have to."
Emerald blinked in surprise, confusion settling in.
"I spoke with Ironwood about an alternative," Wesley continued. "It's simple. In addition to giving up any information regarding Cinder Fall and the Dark Seekers, you will also be working alongside us. In exchange, we grant you immunity and possible housing for when this war is over."
Emerald's breath caught in her throat. She stared at Wesley, searching for any sign of deception.
"You're kidding me, right?" she asked, almost disbelieving.
"It's no joke," Wesley replied. "You want to live? Given that Cinder abandoned you and you're locked up here, you may not have much of a choice."
Emerald remained silent, her mind racing.
"You have until tomorrow to give me your answer," Wesley said. "After that, your fate is sealed."
He turned to leave, but just as he reached the door, Emerald reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Wait," she said. Wesley turned back, waiting.
"Why are you trying to help me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Wesley met her gaze. "Because I believe that everyone deserves a second chance."
Emerald sat back down, her mind heavy with thoughts as Wesley exited the cell, the door locking behind him.
SCHNEE MANSION
The dim glow of the moon bathed Weiss' childhood bedroom in a soft, silver light as she stood near her bed, carefully sifting through a stack of old photographs. Her fingers brushed over one in particular—a picture of Winter, taken shortly before her passing. It was a rare moment of warmth captured in time, a faint smile gracing her sister's usually stern face.
A small, bittersweet smile tugged at Weiss' lips.
CRASH.
Her head snapped up. The sound of breaking glass echoed through the mansion.
Quickly placing the photograph down, Weiss grabbed Myrtenaster and rushed toward the source of the noise. The halls of the mansion were eerily quiet, save for the distant clatter of something being rummaged through.
The kitchen.
Weiss descended the stairs cautiously, keeping her weapon at the ready. The sound of shifting objects grew louder, mixed with the faint rustling of plastic and metal. She reached the doorway, pressing herself against the wall, heart pounding.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped into view, raising Myrtenaster at the intruder.
"I don't know what you think you're doing," Weiss commanded, her voice firm. "But I suggest you turn around and show yourself. Now."
The hooded figure froze, still halfway inside the refrigerator. A pause. Then, slowly, the person shut the door.
And then—
"It's been a long time, Weiss."
A woman's voice.
Weiss stiffened. Something about it was… familiar.
"I'm sorry," she said warily. "Do I even know you?"
The woman let out a quiet chuckle.
"Come on, Weiss. You can't recognize my voice?"
The hairs on Weiss' neck stood on end.
The hooded figure turned slowly, reaching up with gloved hands to pull down the hood.
Weiss' breath hitched.
A woman with snow-white hair and piercing dark blue eyes stood before her. A long, jagged scar ran from her left eye down to the upper part of her lip. She looked older, worn, and weathered by time, but unmistakably… familiar.
Weiss' grip on Myrtenaster faltered. The rapier slipped from her grasp, clattering to the floor.
She stared, frozen in place, her mind unable to process the sight in front of her.
Her lips parted as she barely managed to whisper a single word.
"Mom?"