Jaune Arc is Beacon's worst student and weakest Huntsmen in training. It's not all bad for our favorite huntsmen he has friends, people he can count on right? What happens when his secrets are spilled? How will the choices of those he consider frie...
In the shattered world of Remnant, a realm once protected by Huntsmen and Huntresses, a new darkness threatens all of humanity. The once quiet and peaceful villages are now being ravaged by hordes of Demons, cursed beings of unholy power who roam the lands. These monsters come from the deepest pits of the Underworld, seeking to take over the land and enslave its inhabitants. No one is safe, and the government of the kingdoms struggles to hold back the tide of terror.
Ruby Rose, once a bright-eyed Huntress-in-training, has been thrust into the role of humanity's last hope. After the fall of Beacon Academy and the betrayal of her allies, Ruby has become a solitary figure, traveling alone through the desolate, demon-infested wastelands. With her trusty Crescent Rose, a weapon that has become legendary, she is a relentless force against the Demons, but the weight of her past and the tragic losses she has endured have transformed her into something more than just a Hunter.
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The world of Remnant stood on the brink of utter collapse, the shadows of the invasion drawing ever nearer. The very fabric of reality seemed to tremble, the air thick with the weight of impending doom. But no one... no one.....had yet seen the true face of the storm approaching.
In the heart of the devastated kingdom of Atlas, nestled deep within its shadowed underbelly, a twisted figure toiled in secret. A man who had once been a hero, who had once worn the mantle of protector, now descended into madness, his mind consumed by a singular, horrific ambition.
General James Ironwood, once the proud leader of Atlas, now more a spectral wraith than the man who had led the armies of humanity, stood before an infernal contraption. The Hourglass.
Its sleek, dark silhouette towered over the laboratory, its core pulsating with an eerie, otherworldly glow. Time itself seemed to buckle beneath its presence. To those who dared to stand near it, the world warped, reality twisting and bending as if even space feared this cursed device.
Ironwood's armor gleamed, though it was not the shining symbol of hope it once was. Its surface was scarred and worn, cracked under the weight of his obsession. His eyes, once sharp with determination, were now hollow, sunken into the recesses of his skull like a man who had long since abandoned any hope for redemption. His mouth was a thin line, a man resigned to his fate and the fate of the world.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
Before him, bound to an altar of cold steel, was the first of many sacrifices.... an innocent soul, bound in chains. A child.
Ironwood:"Such a waste," Ironwood muttered, his voice hoarse and unnatural, as though speaking through a mask.
Ironwood:"But the power... The power will restore what I have lost."
Ironwood's fingers twitched, and the Hourglass hummed in response. As the child screamed, begging for mercy, the chamber's air thickened. The scent of blood and the acrid stench of magic flooded the room.
