The halls of Beacon Academy were quieter now.

Where once laughter and eager voices had echoed through polished corridors, there was now a hush a reverent stillness that seemed to hang in the air like mist. Even the students who still trained, studied, and dreamed within its stone walls spoke more softly in this part of the Academy.

And in the center of that stillness stood the memorial garden.

A secluded courtyard near the eastern spire, rebuilt after the Fall, its marble floor ringed with blooming white lilies and sentinel-like trees. It was a place of memory of mourning.

At its heart stood a statue.

Cold, unmoving, eternal.

Alister Ebon once a prodigy, a fierce warrior, a dashing soul with too much confidence and too much heart. He had laughed too loud, fought too hard, and lived too fast.

And now he was stone.

Sculpted in battle stance, sword braced against the ground, eyes gazing skyward as if still daring the heavens to send a worthy fight. His expression was solemn, proud... unbroken.

And at his feet knelt Pyrrha Nikos.

She didn't speak. Not at first.

The wind stirred gently through her red cloak, rustling the edges where the fabric curled around her knees. Her long red hair was tied back in a loose braid, and in her lap rested a single white rose. Her gauntlets were removed. Her hands were bare, trembling slightly as she traced the carved name at the base of the statue that was finished built today.

Alister Ebon
Beloved Warrior of Beacon. Defender of the Fallen. The Blade that Chose to Burn Brightest.

Pyrrha's breath caught.

"Burn brightest..." she whispered.

Her voice cracked, echoing faintly through the garden. She swallowed the ache rising in her throat. Her fingers tightened slightly around the rose.

"I should have died with you."

It wasn't the first time she'd said it. And it wouldn't be the last.

She looked up into the statue's face. It was perfect too perfect. The sculptor had captured Alister's features flawlessly, but without the chaos, without the fire. The living boy had been reckless. Loud. Charming. Annoying. Beautiful.

And hers.

Once.

"I told you not to take the lead," she said, voice trembling. "I told you we should've waited. That something felt wrong. But you just laughed. You said, 'Heroes don't wait, Pyrrha. They charge.'"

Her lips curled in a fragile, bitter smile. "And then you were gone."

The wind stirred again, brushing across the surface of the garden like a ghost. Somewhere in the distance, the bell tower tolled softly late afternoon.

"You saved me," she whispered. "And I lived. But I don't know if I deserved to."

Tears slid silently down her cheeks.

She reached up and gently pressed her hand against the cold marble of Alister's leg, as if hoping, foolishly, that warmth might return to it. But it was stone. Always stone.

"I hated you," she admitted quietly. "For dying. For being brave. For leaving me alone."

More tears followed, unchecked.

"But I loved you more."

Her shoulders trembled. Her composure fractured. The calm mask she always wore the champion's poise
crumbled beneath the weight of all she had not said.

"I should've died instead. Maybe then... Jaune wouldn't..."

She stopped.

Guilt pierced deeper than any blade.

Alister was gone.

Jaune was gone too, though he walked the world still.

And Pyrrha stood between their ghosts, haunted by both.

"I don't know if I still deserve to be here," she said, barely audible. "You died for this school. For me. And now... now Beacon fears the boy I left behind."

She looked up again, eyes red and raw.

"He's changed. Jaune's not the same. He's powerful now. Untouchable. Surrounded by gods and legends and I'm not part of his story anymore."

Her voice dropped to a whisper.

"And I don't blame him."

A pause. The garden fell quiet again.

Pyrrha knelt there for a long time, eyes shut, breathing slowly, trying to hold herself together as stone surrounded her.

After what felt like hours, she finally rose.

She reached forward and gently placed the white rose on the pedestal at the base of the statue.

"For your sacrifice," Pyrrha said softly. "For the fire that once lit my world. And for the silence that followed."

She stepped back, staring once more into Alister's carved gaze.

"I'll carry both of you," she whispered. "Even if neither of you want me to."

And with that, Pyrrha turned.

Her boots echoed lightly against the stone path as she walked away, leaving the statue in silence once more.

The white rose lay at its base, petals fluttering faintly in the wind.

Still.

Waiting.

Like her grief.

Like her guilt.

Like all the things never said

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The gentle morning sun draped Argus in warm golden hues, sparkling against rooftops, spilling softly into bustling market squares, and painting the streets alive with color. Argus had always held a quiet charm historic and warm, nestled securely on Anima's northern coast, far from Vale's troubles. Today it welcomed familiar guests once again, as Jaune Arc, accompanied by Rias, Elena, and Ei, stepped out of the airship terminal, immediately greeted by the crisp seaside air.

"I'd forgotten how beautiful Argus is," Rias said warmly, her eyes sparkling as she took in the vibrant market stalls, quaint cafés, and smiling citizens passing by. "It's different from Vale. Quieter. Warmer, somehow."

Jaune smiled softly, glancing around fondly. "It always feels like coming home. No matter how long I've been away."

Elena nodded, her gentle eyes warmly contemplative. "There's a sense of peace here, of life continuing despite everything else happening elsewhere."

Ei's calm gaze was thoughtfully appreciative. "It feels untouched by conflict. A haven."

Jaune exhaled slowly, quietly agreeing. "Exactly why Saphron chose it."

"Speaking of Saphron," Elena said gently, her gaze drifting to a figure quickly approaching them from the bustling street. "It seems she's spotted us."

Indeed, Saphron Arc hurried over, waving energetically, eyes bright with joyful excitement. Her short blonde hair bounced lightly, her expression radiant as she quickly closed the distance.

"Jaune!" she called cheerfully, rushing forward to embrace him tightly, laughing warmly. "It's so good to see you! It feels like ages!"

Jaune hugged her firmly, heart full with the warmth of family. "Too long, Saph. Much too long."

Saphron pulled back slightly, beaming as she turned toward Rias, Elena, and Ei, eyes bright with sincere welcome. "It's wonderful seeing all of you again! Welcome back to Argus our quiet slice of paradise."

"Thank you, Saphron," Elena replied gently, her presence calm and warmly comforting. "It truly feels good to be here again."

Ei inclined her head respectfully, a soft smile gracing her usually composed features. "You honor us with your welcome."

Rias smiled warmly, glancing around appreciatively. "We could certainly use more days like this."

Saphron laughed brightly, eyes sparkling. "Come on, then. Terra's already back home preparing brunch, and Adrian's been waiting impatiently all morning."

Jaune smiled fondly, eyes warm. "I've missed him terribly."

"He's missed you too," Saphron said softly, affection clear. "Every day he asks when Uncle Jaune's coming."

Warmth flooded Jaune's chest, deep and genuine. The thought of Adrian, his young nephew, waiting eagerly made the tensions of recent days melt away.

Together, they walked leisurely through Argus's winding streets, chatting warmly and exchanging news as they made their way toward Saphron's cozy home. As they arrived, Terra greeted them enthusiastically at the door, immediately embracing each of them warmly.

"Welcome back!" she said joyfully, ushering them inside the comfortable warmth of their home. "It's been much too quiet without all of you."

"Quiet is good," Ei remarked lightly, her eyes twinkling subtly, "but good company is always preferred."

Terra laughed brightly, her eyes full of kindness and genuine warmth. "Absolutely true. Come on in, everyone make yourselves comfortable!"

Inside, the home was just as inviting as Jaune remembered brightly lit, cheerful, and deeply comforting. Aromas of freshly baked bread and home-cooked meals filled the air, evoking memories of happy, simpler times.

"Where's Adrian?" Jaune asked gently, smiling warmly as he glanced around.

Terra chuckled fondly, nodding toward a side room. "In his playroom. But he'll find you soon enough."

Indeed, the pitter-patter of tiny footsteps rapidly approached. A bright, joyous cry echoed through the house, immediately bringing smiles to everyone's faces.

"UNCLE JAUNE!"

Adrian Arc burst into the room, his eyes wide and shining with excitement. The energetic two-year-old raced straight to Jaune, throwing his tiny arms around Jaune's legs and laughing joyfully. "Uncle Jaune! You came!"

Jaune's heart melted instantly. He scooped Adrian gently into his arms, holding him securely, his voice warm and full of deep affection. "Of course I did, little buddy. I missed you."

Adrian giggled, hugging Jaune tightly. "Missed you too!"

Saphron watched them warmly, eyes glistening softly. "He's been waiting all morning for this moment."

Jaune smiled, eyes never leaving Adrian's happy face. "Well, I won't keep him waiting any longer."

Rias watched the exchange gently, quietly touched. "It's wonderful seeing him again. He's grown so quickly."

Elena nodded fondly, eyes warm. "He's a reminder of everything worth protecting."

Ei's calm gaze softened subtly. "Indeed. The innocence of a child is a powerful light in troubled times."

Adrian wriggled slightly in Jaune's embrace, excitedly looking at the women nearby. "Hi Aunt Rias! Hi Aunt Elena! Hi Aunt Ei!"

They smiled warmly, hearts immediately melting.

Rias stepped forward, gently brushing Adrian's hair affectionately. "Hello, Adrian. You've gotten even cuter."

Adrian beamed, laughing brightly.

Elena chuckled gently, voice soft. "You're certainly growing up fast."

Ei's eyes crinkled subtly with gentle affection. "And becoming quite strong."

Adrian grinned proudly. "Strong like Uncle Jaune!"

Jaune laughed warmly, ruffling Adrian's hair gently. "You're already stronger, buddy."

Saphron chuckled fondly. "He'll never stop idolizing you."

Jaune smiled gently, eyes full of warmth. "I hope I always live up to that."

They moved comfortably toward the dining room, where Terra had prepared a feast fresh bread, cheeses, salads, warm pastries, fruit, juices, tea, and coffee. The table was beautifully set, welcoming, and deeply comforting.

They settled in easily, chatting and laughing, passing dishes comfortably. Adrian sat happily between Jaune and Saphron, eagerly talking about toys, cartoons, and his latest adventures. Saphron watched affectionately, her eyes occasionally misting with quiet pride.

Rias gently leaned toward Terra, voice warm. "You've done beautifully with this place. It feels like a sanctuary."

Terra smiled softly, her eyes fond. "Thank you. We wanted a place of peace far from everything happening elsewhere."

Elena nodded thoughtfully, voice gentle. "You've certainly achieved that."

Ei's gaze was thoughtful. "Places like this remind us what we strive for."

Jaune smiled warmly, watching Adrian chatter happily. "Exactly. Moments like these are why everything else matters."

After brunch, they settled into the spacious living room, sunlit and comfortably furnished. Adrian happily played nearby, occasionally rushing excitedly to Jaune to share a toy or story, his laughter echoing joyfully.

Saphron watched fondly, her eyes quietly contemplative. "You're good for him, Jaune. He needs someone strong and kind in his life."

Jaune glanced toward her softly. "I'll always be there for him. For all of you."

Saphron smiled gently, eyes deeply grateful. "We know."

Rias listened thoughtfully, smiling warmly. "Family bonds truly are precious."

Elena quietly added, eyes gentle, "They give strength and meaning to everything else."

Ei inclined her head thoughtfully. "Protecting those bonds gives purpose to our battles."

Jaune exhaled gently, deeply moved. "Then let's always protect moments like this."

They talked quietly, sharing stories and memories, reflecting warmly on past adventures, battles fought, and peaceful days. Occasionally, Adrian would climb into Jaune's lap, yawning gently, seeking warmth and comfort.

Saphron eventually glanced toward the afternoon sunlight streaming gently through the windows. "Perhaps we should take a walk. Show you how Argus has changed."

Jaune nodded warmly, gently carrying Adrian in his arms as they stepped back onto Argus's sunny streets. The city felt warm, alive, bustling yet peaceful. Citizens waved warmly as they passed, offering smiles and cheerful greetings.

They wandered leisurely, Saphron pointing out new cafés, renovated buildings, local artists showcasing their crafts. Jaune listened warmly, genuinely happy seeing Argus thriving despite everything happening elsewhere.

Eventually, they reached a quiet park near the cliffs, overlooking the vast, sparkling ocean. Children played happily nearby, families enjoying picnics beneath shady trees.

Adrian happily ran toward a playground, laughing brightly. Jaune watched fondly, heart full.

Saphron stood quietly beside him, voice soft. "You seem different, Jaune. Stronger. More at peace."

He exhaled gently, thoughtful. "I've finally found my path. And I'm surrounded by those I trust completely."

She smiled warmly, eyes gentle. "It shows. It suits you."

He glanced toward her softly. "I hope Argus stays safe. But if it ever needs me..if you ever need me..I'll be here immediately."

She touched his arm gently, smiling softly. "I know. And that means more than anything."

Nearby, Rias quietly watched Adrian play, smiling warmly. Elena and Ei stood thoughtfully beside her, quietly reflecting.

Elena's voice was gentle. "Days like this remind me why I chose this life. Why I chose to stand beside Jaune."

Ei nodded thoughtfully, gaze serene yet profound. "We each chose our path, guided by loyalty, respect, and love. It gives meaning to every struggle."

Rias smiled softly. "And makes every victory worthwhile."

Eventually, Adrian ran back excitedly, giggling. Jaune gently scooped him up again, smiling warmly.

"Had fun?" Jaune asked softly.

Adrian nodded happily, eyes shining. "Lots! I'm glad you're here, Uncle Jaune."

Jaune smiled gently, deeply moved. "So am I, buddy. Always."

Together, they walked back through Argus, afternoon sunlight warm, hearts lighter than they'd been in days. Back home, dinner preparations began, filled with laughter and gentle chatter.

That night, as stars quietly appeared, Jaune stood gently watching Adrian sleep peacefully, heart deeply content. Rias quietly approached, touching his arm gently.

"He adores you," she murmured softly.

Jaune smiled gently, heart full. "He's my family."

She gently leaned against him, comfortingly warm. "And we'll always protect that."

He nodded softly, deeply grateful. "Always."

And beneath Argus's peaceful stars, surrounded by those he loved deeply, Jaune Arc finally felt truly home.

Argus's serene afternoon shattered like glass.

A column of radiant, blinding light pierced the heavens, vaporizing clouds and scattering the city's peaceful citizens into terrified chaos. Jaune Arc, senses honed by countless battles and sharpened by divine Authority, turned instantly, eyes narrowing toward the celestial rupture.

Emerging from the luminous column came a being of unimaginable grandeur a massive dragon goddess whose crystalline scales refracted every color of the spectrum. Her massive wings unfolded gracefully, casting the city beneath into a twilight shadow, and her blazing white eyes swept imperiously over Argus. Each movement radiated authority and divine elegance.

Saphron clutched Adrian protectively, her voice shaking in fear. "Jaune... is that a goddess?"

Jaune's voice turned steely, a pillar of calm amidst turmoil. "Get Adrian inside, Saph. Lock the doors and stay safe. I'll handle this."

Saphron nodded rapidly, vanishing inside. Terra followed quickly, casting a worried glance backward. Rias, Elena, and Ei took defensive positions, their auras surging instinctively, ready to protect innocent lives.

Lumiana's voice resonated like the tolling of crystalline bells, beautiful yet powerful. "Hear me, Campione Jaune Arc, Dragon Emperor, the 7th King. I am Lumiana, Dragon Goddess of Eternal Light. Long have I awaited a worthy adversary. You who devoured Fafnir's flame, I seek your strength."

Jaune stepped forward resolutely, eyes meeting Lumiana's unwavering gaze without fear. "Goddess Lumiana, you've threatened innocent lives by appearing here. If it is battle you desire, then face me alone. Spare these mortals from harm.

Lumiana bowed her head slightly, graceful yet proud. "So shall it be, Campione. Let this duel remain between us and the mortals bear witness but I will harm none who do not interfere."

The air grew charged, citizens watching fearfully from windows and distant rooftops. Jaune glanced reassuringly at his companions.

With careful determination, Jaune glanced to his companions. "Guard Argus. I'll end this swiftly."

Rias nodded resolutely. "We'll protect everyone."

Lumiana reared back, her wings stretching fully. "Prepare yourself, Dragon Emperor!"

Jaune inhaled deeply, flames flickering around his form. He spoke clearly, the ancient incantation igniting his Authority:

Greed gave him wings. Flame made him a god.
I am the one who devoured the devourer.
From fire, I command.
From ruin, I rise.
Let all who claim divinity burn
In the name of Wyrmflame Sovereignty.

The world changed.

Flame erupted not from the air, but from existence itself. The stone beneath Jaune melted into lava. Trees wilted into ash. The air became heavy, blistering, molten. Black and crimson fire spiraled around him as the Crown of Cinders blazed to life above his head, spinning like a halo of judgment. His eyes ignited with draconic fire, the slitted pupils of a sovereign who commanded elemental destruction.

Jaune vanished appearing mid-air his wings of flame bursting forth.

The clash was instant.

Lumiana struck first, her claws lashing out in a blur. Each talon carved crescents of condensed light. Jaune twisted through the barrage, flame claws meeting hers in a spray of sparks and holy fire.

Boom!

Their first impact shattered sound.

Jaune was hurled backward, flipping mid-air and bracing with his wings. Lumiana was already there. A spiraling tail strike nearly cracked his ribs, but his Draconic Dominion conjured spectral talons that parried just in time. The wind behind her blow tore through a mountaintop, flinging it into the sea like gravel.

Jaune retaliated. His left gauntlet shimmered, igniting with black flame.

"Fafnir's Maw."

The sky behind him ripped open. A massive dragon's mouth twice the size of Lumiana snapped into existence, flames roaring down like a hurricane of divine damnation.

Lumiana dove through the torrent, light weaving around her like ribbons. Still, flame kissed her wings, singing their edges and making her hiss.

"Fafnir's curse lives in you well," she admitted. "But I am no tyrant consumed by greed. I am light refined through eternity!"

She unleashed a divine nova a sunburst point-blank that detonated with the force of a god's heart.

Jaune's wings flared and crossed before him, shielding him barely. The explosion hurled him across the sky. Blood trickled from his nose as he skid through clouds and slammed into the ground, carving a new crater on Argus's outskirts.

Lumiana descended like judgment itself.

"Stand, Sovereign of Ash. Or have your flames already dimmed?"

From the smoke, fire erupted upward like a geyser.

Jaune surged forth, flaming tendrils spiraling behind him. His hands snapped forward and

"Scorching Avarice!"

A brand of glowing runes struck Lumiana's chest. She screeched as a deep, insidious hunger took hold envy. Greed. Long-buried pride swelled. Her attacks staggered. Her divine focus blurred.

"You..." she hissed. "You dare curse me with my own hubris?!"

"You call yourself light," Jaune growled, closing the distance. "But even light casts shadows."

Their fists collided hers of holy steel, his of burning ruin. Each strike split the air. Punch, counter, elbow, claw, tail whip blow for blow they danced across the battlefield, creating superheated vacuums with every impact.

Jaune ducked beneath a talon and drove a rising uppercut into her abdomen, sending her flying skyward. He followed instantly, wings burning hotter his flame left trails of melting atmosphere.

Lumiana suddenly halted in mid-air and spun, catching Jaune with a blast of condensed light that split the clouds in half. His body flew downward, bouncing across terrain and shattering boulders on impact.

He groaned but rose.

His body smoked. His armor cracked. One wing was faltering.

She descended slowly, her form glowing so brightly that trees incinerated from her proximity alone.

"Enough half-measures, Campione," she declared. "You've lasted longer than I expected. But your flame is flickering."

"So let it burn hotter," Jaune snapped, wiping blood from his lip. His hand clenched.

"Throne of the Ash Lord."

The ground around him collapsed.

Flame devoured the sky. His body erupted into a titan of draconic flame armor, his eyes blazing as he hovered, six molten wings fanning out behind him.

The battlefield had shifted.

Even Lumiana paused eyes narrowing, tone sharpened. "So this is your peak."

"No," Jaune replied. "This is your end.

Jaune stood transformed, encased in a living exoskeleton of molten dragonfire. His six wings, now massive and razor-edged, blazed with pulsing rivers of divine magma. Fire hissed from vents in his gauntlets. His feet left smoldering imprints in the sky itself. The Crown of Cinders had merged with his helm a glowing, ever-spinning halo of ancient runes and flame.

"Let all flames bow," Jaune intoned, voice reverberating like a god's decree, "and all false divinity burn."

Lumiana stared down at him, her expression unreadable. But her aura surged no longer the composed brilliance of divine light, but something raw, ancient, desperate. Her wings burst wider. Her light condensed, forming into armor of solid sunfire.

"Then come, Ash Lord," she said, and dove.

Their clash was not a collision it was an extinction event.

A shockwave rippled across Argus, leveling the tops of towers and cratering the hills. As they locked blades flame-tipped claws against radiant talons each strike vaporized chunks of sky.

Jaune ducked beneath her horizontal slash and countered with a flaming elbow into her ribs. Lumiana retaliated by twisting mid-air and blasting him with a solar flare from her chest, launching him backward but Jaune halted himself mid-flight, wings flaring violently.

"Fafnir's Maw!"

The dragon's jaw appeared again but now it was colossal, miles wide, erupting in a firestorm so hot it cracked the sound barrier. Lumiana flew straight into it on purpose her body wrapped in divine barriers.

Inside the flames, they fought.

She spun in tight spirals, slashing with claws that disintegrated stone. Jaune met each attack, his body bursting with jets of flame at every parry. He drove her upward, his armored knee cracking into her jaw, his tail manifested from flame snapping like a whip around her ankle.

He hurled her back down.

"Scorching Avarice!"

The curse reignited, stronger this time dancing in gold and crimson brands across her chest and wings. Her light sputtered. Her flight wobbled.

"You fight for challenge," Jaune growled, descending. "I fight for everything."

Lumiana roared in frustration, spinning wildly to regain control. But he was already there Jaune tackled her mid-twist, sending them plummeting like a meteor.

They hit the surface.

A mushroom cloud of heat and pressure rose from the impact zone. Fields for miles were turned to glass. The shockwave knocked ships in the harbor off course.

Jaune rose from the crater, stumbling his armor hissing, cracks running through his helm.

Lumiana emerged next, her form reverting partially, wings flickering like failing stars. Her eyes, though dimmer, were not afraid.

"This is what I desired," she said, breathing heavily. "Not victory. Truth."

"Then here's your truth," Jaune snapped. "You're not invincible. No god is."

"I know," she murmured. "That's why I sought you."

Suddenly she vanished.

Jaune tensed too late.

She appeared behind him point blank and slammed both palms into his back. A supernova detonated.

The resulting explosion vaporized the mountainside. For a heartbeat, Jaune's armor shattered. He fell, smoking, coughing blood.

"Don't die now," Lumiana said quietly. "We're not done."

Jaune looked up, breath ragged, flames sputtering.

"Not yet," he hissed. "Never yet."

And again he rose.

Wings reforming. Armor repairing. The Throne of the Ash Lord burned brighter, louder, fiercer.

"You want judgment? Then I'll show you what happens when you push a sovereign too far."

His voice cracked the ground.

His next strike shattered her barrier. His follow-up sundered her left wing. He dove beneath her guard and unleashed a roaring punch charged with compressed divine fire that struck her in the chest and blasted her backward through two mountains.

Dust clouded the land.

When she emerged, blood trailing from her mouth, she didn't smile.

"You are... the truth of fire," she said.

Jaune didn't answer. He was beyond words now his fire spoke for him. The sky darkened, swallowed by the glow of his Authority.

They rushed each other again this time without caution, without strategy.

This was raw survival.

Their clash tore open the sky.

Jaune and Lumiana collided midair like two dying stars in a final spiral. Each punch, each blast of fire or light, shattered the air and cracked the very heavens. Sonic booms became constant thunder. A hurricane of divine energy engulfed Argus's skyline.

Jaune struck with the weight of sovereignty. Every attack drew more from the core of Wyrmflame Sovereignty his armor molten, his wings leaving afterimages of dragons past. With each strike, he gave more of himself.

But Lumiana answered with divine inevitability.

She became incandescent a being of pure resolve. Her form blurred as light bent around her, turning her into a prism of raw judgment. Her talons shone like stars. Her eyes no longer reflected power they were power.

"You burn, Campione," Lumiana breathed. "But do you endure?"

Jaune didn't answer. He roared and surged forward, his draconic form glowing like a volcano ripping free of the earth.

Their fists met

And the world trembled.

The explosion that followed sent shockwaves rippling across the ocean, splitting the waters for miles. Rain turned to steam. Birds fell from the sky. Islands were cast adrift.

They didn't stop.

Lumiana blasted forward, spinning into a crescent wheel of solar light. Jaune ducked low, flame erupting from his gauntlets, and caught her mid-charge with an uppercut of blazing ruin. His molten claws grabbed her by the throat, and he drove her down into the earth with enough force to create a new canyon.

But she didn't scream.

She clawed his chest open in return burning through armor and divine skin. Blood and light splattered skyward.

They both staggered both breathing ragged, trembling from exertion.

"You are... more than I expected," she rasped, wings faltering. "But... you fight like one who... protects."

"Because I do," Jaune gasped, coughing blood. "I don't slay gods for power. I do it... for the people behind me. For peace."

Lumiana froze just for a moment.

And Jaune struck.

"Fafnir's Maw."

The great dragon's jaws burst forth again, but this time... they bit down.

The fire didn't stream it imploded, collapsing into a sphere of flame that surrounded Lumiana and pulled her inward like a dying sun consuming everything.

She screamed.

Not in pain but in release.

Her radiance exploded outward light warring with ruin until the flame swallowed it whole.

Jaune hovered there, hands outstretched, channeling everything. The Crown of Cinders burned like a star above his head.

"I name your pride," he whispered. "And I burn it."

The firestorm burst.

Then... silence.

Smoke curled skyward.

Ash drifted like snow.

And from the crater at the center... she rose.

Barely.

Lumiana stumbled forward, her body no longer divine in form. She was ethereal now an echo of herself. Her eyes, though dim, shone with peace.

"It... is done."

Jaune landed, knees nearly buckling, breathing hard.

"Then yield."

She nodded.

"To you, Sovereign Flame... I yield."

Her body flickered dissolving into radiant motes. Her wings faded, and her hands folded in reverence.

"You are no mere Campione," she whispered. "You are balance to flame. To greed. To judgment."

Jaune inclined his head honorably. "You fought well, Lumiana. Your memory deserves reverence."

Lumiana's voice softened, peaceful now. "Take my divinity. Bear it with wisdom, Campione..."

Her essence flowed gently into Jaune, merging gracefully with his draconic flame, empowering his sovereignty further. Lumiana vanished gently into history, leaving only quiet radiance behind.

The battle ended; calm reclaimed Argus. Jaune's companions approached quickly, pride and relief shining in their gazes.

"You've grown even stronger," Rias whispered proudly.

Elena smiled gently. "A victory earned honorably."

Ei inclined her head. "You wield your Authority with dignity worthy of a true sovereign."

Jaune exhaled quietly, regarding Argus warmly. Citizens emerged slowly, awe-stricken, whispering gratitude. He reassured them gently, promising protection and peace. They didn't know what happened all they know is that Jaune saved them from something dangerous

Saphron, Terra, and Adrian reemerged, eyes filled with relief and pride. Saphron hugged Jaune tightly. "Thank you, Jaune. Argus is safe because of you."

Jaune gently lifted Adrian, smiling softly. "Protecting family and home is what truly matters."

As Argus healed beneath a peaceful twilight, Jaune reflected quietly. Lumiana's essence joined Fafnir's within him, balancing power with responsibility and humility.

Forever now he stood, Dragon Emperor, guardian of flame and family, vigilant protector of peace.

Ready to defend all he cherished always and forever.

Argus was bathed in the gentle amber glow of a setting sun. The tumultuous skies that had earlier thundered with divine combat now rested peacefully, painted in shades of soft pink and deepening lavender, as if nature itself sought reconciliation after witnessing the mighty battle. Though battered, Argus had endured, shielded by the courage and strength of one man.

Jaune Arc, Campione Dragon Emperor and Sovereign of Flame.

Now, however, he was neither conqueror nor godslayer. Here, among those he loved dearly, he was simply Jaune. The echoes of battle were softened by quiet laughter and gentle murmurs that filled Saphron and Terra's warm, inviting home.

The house was cozy, a stark contrast to the chaos they'd faced. Soft lights bathed the living room in inviting hues, and aromas of hearty, home-cooked meals filled the air. Jaune, worn yet content, sat comfortably in an oversized armchair, his shoulders relaxed, tension slowly melting from his frame. The heaviness of his divine authority felt lighter here among family and cherished companions.

Rias gracefully placed a steaming mug into his hands, the warmth radiating comfort through his fingertips. Her crimson hair cascaded over her shoulder as she took a seat beside him, leaning gently against his shoulder.

"You've earned this," she murmured softly, her voice warm with gentle affection. "Though knowing you, you'll probably say you haven't."

Jaune chuckled softly, taking a sip from the cup, savoring the familiar sweetness. "Maybe just this once I'll admit it."

Across the room, Elena watched them with a quiet, approving smile, a warmth in her eyes that spoke volumes more than words ever could. She stood near the kitchen doorway, hands occupied with preparing small plates of delicately arranged pastries and fruits her way of providing comfort without intrusion.

"Careful, Jaune," Elena teased lightly, eyes sparkling. "If you keep admitting things so easily, we might start expecting it more often."

He laughed quietly, lifting his cup slightly in playful surrender. "Then I suppose I'll just have to live dangerously."

Ei sat comfortably beside Elena, her typically serene face showing a rare, relaxed smile. She elegantly held a cup of tea, her eyes gently observing the interactions around her. She inclined her head slightly towards Elena, her voice calm and sincere. "It's good to see him finally allow himself some peace."

Elena nodded softly, her voice gentle. "Indeed. Few deserve it more."

As Jaune enjoyed his drink, soft footsteps pattered rapidly across the room. Before he could look down, Adrian had already climbed onto his lap, his tiny face glowing with excitement and curiosity.

"Uncle Jaune!" Adrian's voice was bright and insistent, his eyes wide and sparkling with innocent wonder. "Mama said you're something called a... um... a Campy Campyone?"

Jaune chuckled gently, carefully adjusting Adrian to sit more comfortably in his lap. He looked down at his nephew affectionately. "Campione, Adrian. It's a complicated word, isn't it?"

The little boy nodded seriously, clearly pondering something deeply important. His small brows furrowed as he asked, "What's a Campy...Campione?"

Jaune hesitated briefly, carefully weighing his words. He gently tousled Adrian's hair, his voice soft and patient. "It's... a bit complicated to explain. How about I tell you when you're a bit older, okay?"

Adrian immediately pouted, crossing his tiny arms in exaggerated disappointment. "You always say that!"

Saphron laughed warmly from across the room, leaning comfortably against Terra. "Give him a break, Adrian. Your Uncle Jaune has earned a rest tonight."

Terra smiled knowingly, glancing fondly at Jaune. "I'm sure he'll tell you all about it one day. Probably sooner than your mothers would prefer."

Rias giggled softly, watching the small exchange with amusement. "You'll have quite the tale to tell him when he's ready."

Ei calmly sipped her tea, her violet eyes twinkling subtly. "Though perhaps you'll leave out some of the more intense parts."

Jaune smiled softly, shaking his head slightly. "Definitely. I'll keep the bedtime version less... dramatic."

Adrian sighed dramatically, clearly unsatisfied. "Fine. But don't forget, okay?"

Jaune chuckled warmly. "I promise."

Adrian brightened immediately, instantly forgiving. "Okay!" He hugged Jaune tightly, his small warmth spreading comfort deeper than even the tea could.

Saphron watched fondly, her heart swelling with pride and gratitude. "You're very patient with him, Jaune."

He smiled quietly, affectionately returning Adrian's hug. "He deserves patience and far more."

Terra nodded gently, eyes full of deep understanding. "He looks up to you so much."

Rias leaned slightly closer to Jaune, her voice quietly sincere. "He has an excellent role model."

Jaune met her eyes warmly, deeply moved by the genuine sentiment. "Thank you."

The evening flowed gently onward, filled with quiet laughter, gentle teasing, and stories shared in soft, affectionate voices. Elena eventually brought over a platter of pastries, offering one to Adrian first with a playful wink.

"Here," she said softly, her smile warm and genuine. "These are special pastries for good boys who don't pout too much."

Adrian took one eagerly, eyes wide. "Thank you, Aunt Elena!"

She smiled gently, carefully passing the tray around. Ei took one delicately, her expression quietly appreciative. "Your talents always impress, Elena."

Elena laughed gently, eyes sparkling with quiet humor. "Well, someone must keep us well-fed."

Jaune leaned back slightly, allowing himself a deep, peaceful breath. "And we're all grateful."

Saphron eventually cleared her throat softly, lifting her glass with quiet pride. "I'd like to propose a toast to Jaune. For protecting Argus, for always standing strong... and for being a brother I'm endlessly proud of."

Terra nodded warmly, lifting her own glass. "Hear, hear."

Rias lifted hers gently, her voice deeply affectionate. "To Jaune."

Elena smiled quietly, eyes soft. "To our protector."

Ei inclined her head serenely. "To our Sovereign Flame."

Jaune felt warmth fill his heart, deeply touched. "Thank you all of you. Truly."

As they clinked their glasses softly, Adrian immediately bounced in excitement. "Me too, me too!"

Jaune chuckled, gently handing Adrian a small cup of juice. "Careful, buddy."

Adrian held it carefully, eyes serious yet sparkling. "To Uncle Jaune!"

They laughed softly, gently touching their glasses together once more.

As the evening wore on, conversation turned quietly reflective. Ei spoke gently, her voice contemplative. "Peaceful moments like these remind us why we fight so fiercely."

Elena nodded gently, eyes thoughtful. "Exactly. We protect what matters most."

Rias smiled softly, leaning gently into Jaune's side. "And remind us of the world we fight for."

Saphron sighed contentedly, glancing around her cozy home. "I couldn't agree more."

Terra smiled affectionately, her gaze warmly reassuring. "It's easy to forget the chaos out there when we're together like this."

Jaune watched them all quietly, his heart deeply content. "Then let's never forget moments like these."

Eventually, Adrian's eyelids began to droop sleepily, his earlier excitement giving way to quiet, peaceful tiredness. Saphron gently lifted him from Jaune's lap, whispering softly. "Bedtime, little hero."

Adrian yawned softly, sleepily waving goodnight. "Night, Uncle Jaune..."

"Goodnight, buddy," Jaune whispered warmly, heart full of quiet affection.

As Saphron carried Adrian off to bed, a gentle, reflective silence filled the room. Elena quietly spoke first, voice gentle. "He really does idolize you, Jaune."

Jaune nodded softly, eyes quietly contemplative. "Then I'll always strive to be someone worth idolizing."

Rias gently touched his arm, eyes full of deep sincerity. "You already are."

He smiled softly, deeply moved. "Thank you."

Ei quietly finished her tea, gently placing her cup down. Her voice was calm, yet deeply genuine. "Tonight, at least, rest knowing you've earned every moment of peace."

Jaune exhaled softly, feeling warmth spread through every corner of his heart. "With all of you here, I believe it."

As Argus quietly drifted into nightfall, Jaune Arc sat surrounded by those he cherished most deeply. The flame of battle had dimmed, leaving behind only the comforting warmth of home, family, and love soft yet stronger than any flame could ever be.

Tonight, at least, he allowed himself to rest completely, the Sovereign of Flame momentarily setting down his burdens, fully embraced by the love that surrounded him.

And for now, that was more than enough.

The early morning sunlight draped Argus in gentle gold, a soothing caress after the chaos of recent events. The city breathed easier now, mending wounds left by battles that had nearly torn the skies apart. Peace had returned not fleeting, but substantial, warm, and real.

Saphron's cozy home was already bustling gently with quiet laughter and the enticing aromas of fresh coffee, pancakes, and syrup. Jaune, finally fully rested, sat at the kitchen table, quietly sipping his coffee. Across from him, Rias, Elena, and Ei were sharing stories in soft voices, smiles and laughter echoing softly.

Suddenly, there was a soft yet firm knock at the door confident, familiar.

Jaune glanced up curiously, but before he could rise, Adrian leapt from his seat excitedly.

"I'll get it!" the little boy shouted, rushing eagerly towards the door.

Saphron laughed lightly from the kitchen, shaking her head affectionately. "Slow down, Adrian! You don't even know who it is."

The boy ignored the caution completely, already pulling the door wide open with a bright smile.

Standing in the doorway were three figures whose very presence seemed to fill the threshold with quiet majesty Velzard, her cool aura softened by a subtle smile; Velgrynd, radiant and fiery-eyed yet warmly affectionate; and Scáthach, poised elegantly, calm but visibly pleased.

"Hello there," Velgrynd said cheerfully, offering a gentle wave to Adrian, who stared up wide-eyed in awe.

"Hi!" Adrian replied brightly, still staring with pure fascination. "Who are you?"

Velzard chuckled softly, bending slightly to greet the boy on his level. Her voice was gentle and amused. "Friends of your Uncle Jaune. May we come inside?"

Before Adrian could answer, Jaune was already up and greeting them warmly, stepping forward to welcome the newcomers into the warmth of Saphron's home. "Of course, come in! It's good to see you all."

Scáthach inclined her head graciously, stepping gracefully across the threshold. "It seems we arrived at a pleasant moment."

Saphron quickly approached, welcoming them with a gentle warmth that immediately made them feel at home. "Any friends of Jaune's are always welcome here. I'm Saphron, and that's my wife, Terra."

Terra smiled warmly from the kitchen doorway, waving casually. "Glad you could join us. Please, make yourselves comfortable."

Velzard gracefully entered the cozy living area, glancing around appreciatively, a rare genuine softness in her expression. "Your home has a lovely atmosphere."

Saphron beamed gently, eyes bright with quiet pride. "Thank you. We've tried to create something peaceful here."

Rias smiled softly, gently indicating the chairs at the large dining table. "Please, come sit with us. Elena and Ei were just about to tell some rather embarrassing stories about Jaune."

Jaune groaned softly in playful protest, smiling nonetheless. "Really, Rias?"

Elena laughed quietly, her eyes sparkling with good-natured mischief. "You know we love to embarrass you every chance we get."

Ei, ever calm, quietly added, "It keeps you humble."

Velgrynd laughed warmly, her vibrant eyes twinkling. "Now those sound like stories worth hearing."

Scáthach settled gracefully into a chair, posture perfectly composed yet comfortably relaxed. "Indeed. Perhaps we can add a few of our own."

Jaune chuckled gently, shaking his head in mock surrender. "Remind me again why I invited you all here?"

Saphron grinned mischievously, handing out steaming mugs of fresh coffee. "Because you love us, obviously."

Jaune smiled warmly, deeply genuine. "Fair enough."

Terra approached quietly, carrying a large plate stacked with fresh pancakes, golden-brown and steaming invitingly. "I hope you're all hungry. We always make extra."

Velzard's eyes lit with subtle anticipation, a rare moment of unguarded pleasure crossing her elegant features. "It's been a long journey. We certainly wouldn't refuse."

As breakfast began, conversation flowed naturally, soft laughter and gentle teasing echoing warmly. Adrian eagerly chatted with Velgrynd, who patiently and affectionately answered his endless questions about dragons, fire, and flying.

"Can you really fly super fast?" Adrian asked, eyes wide with amazement.

Velgrynd smiled warmly, leaning slightly closer, voice conspiratorial. "Faster than anything you've ever seen."

Adrian gasped softly, clearly enthralled. "Wow!"

Nearby, Velzard watched quietly, her usually cool demeanor softened by gentle warmth. She leaned slightly toward Elena, voice gentle. "Your presence here suits you. You seem genuinely happy."

Elena smiled softly, eyes quietly contemplative. "I am. It's good to feel grounded once in a while."

Scáthach quietly observed from her seat, her eyes thoughtful and appreciative. She gently addressed Ei, voice warm and respectful. "Peaceful moments like this are rare treasures."

Ei nodded serenely, her voice calmly sincere. "All the more reason to cherish them."

Jaune sat back slightly, listening quietly as laughter and gentle conversation filled the air, the comforting warmth of family and companionship gently soothing away any lingering tensions.

After breakfast, Saphron and Terra gently suggested a walk, eager to show their visitors the beauty and quiet charm of Argus itself. Adrian instantly brightened, bouncing eagerly. "Can I show them my favorite park?"

Saphron laughed gently, eyes fond. "Of course, Adrian."

The small group wandered leisurely through Argus's bustling streets, bright morning sunlight casting warm hues across familiar buildings. Velzard, typically reserved, admired the scenery quietly, speaking gently with Terra about local history. Velgrynd stayed playfully close to Adrian, answering his endless, excited questions with genuine warmth and patience.

Scáthach walked beside Jaune, voice quiet yet filled with genuine warmth. "You've found yourself a wonderful place here, Jaune. The peace suits you."

He exhaled softly, smiling warmly. "It's easy to feel peaceful with all of you here."

Eventually, they reached Adrian's favorite park, a charming green space overlooking the distant ocean. Adrian immediately ran toward a playground, laughter bright and carefree. Velgrynd followed gently, her presence both protective and playful.

Saphron watched fondly, voice soft. "He's completely taken with her."

Jaune chuckled warmly. "She has that effect on people."

Nearby, Velzard stood quietly, thoughtfully gazing toward the sea, expression serene. Elena gently approached, her voice soft and curious. "Enjoying the view?"

Velzard nodded gently, voice contemplative. "It's peaceful here. I see why you treasure it."

Elena smiled softly. "It reminds us all of the simpler things."

Ei stood quietly beside them, voice gently reflective. "Simplicity and peace often hold more value than power and glory."

Velzard nodded slowly, eyes gentle. "Agreed."

As the morning slowly gave way to a warm, sunlit afternoon, the group found themselves relaxing together beneath a large, shady tree. Adrian played happily nearby, chasing butterflies under Velgrynd's amused watch.

Scáthach sat comfortably, her voice gently sincere. "It's good to see you so content, Jaune. You've earned this peace."

He smiled quietly, deeply appreciative. "Thank you, Scáthach."

Rias leaned gently against his shoulder, voice soft and warm. "Moments like these remind us why we fight."

Elena quietly agreed, eyes gentle. "Exactly. We fight so days like this can exist."

Ei calmly added, her voice serene and thoughtful. "And so that we never forget their value."

Velzard quietly watched Adrian play, her eyes softly reflective. "He reminds us of the innocence we strive to protect."

Saphron smiled gently, eyes quietly grateful. "Thank you. all of you for protecting moments like these."

Terra nodded warmly, her voice gently sincere. "Our home is always open to you."

Velgrynd returned, Adrian giggling happily as she carried him gently. "Someone seems to have run out of energy."

Adrian yawned softly, voice sleepy. "I'm not sleepy..."

Saphron chuckled gently, voice affectionate. "I think it's nap time."

Jaune smiled gently, heart deeply content. "We'll head back then."

As they slowly walked back through Argus, Adrian falling peacefully asleep in Saphron's arms, Jaune felt deeply grateful. Surrounded by those he cherished deeply family, friends, companions forged in battle and peace alike he felt genuinely, profoundly at peace.

At Saphron's home once again, Adrian tucked peacefully into bed, the quiet group settled comfortably in the living room, soft laughter and gentle conversation filling the warm, cozy space.

Velzard quietly spoke first, voice gentle. "Thank you, Saphron, Terra, for your hospitality. It's rare and precious."

Terra smiled warmly, eyes sincere. "You're always welcome here."

Velgrynd laughed gently, eyes sparkling. "You might regret that we tend to eat quite a bit."

Saphron laughed softly, eyes fond. "We can handle it."

Scáthach smiled softly, her presence calm yet warmly affectionate. "Today has been deeply refreshing."

Jaune nodded gently, heart full. "I'm grateful we could all share it."

Rias gently squeezed his hand, eyes soft. "It's moments like these that we truly protect."

Elena smiled softly, quietly reflective. "And we'll always protect them."

Ei inclined her head gently, voice serene and sincere. "Always."

The warmth of home and family gently enveloped the room, peace settled deeply into every heart present. Argus, once shaken by the battles of gods, now rested peacefully, strengthened by bonds of love, loyalty, and genuine companionship.

Jaune Arc, Campione, Dragon Emperor, protector of those he cherished, quietly reflected on the peace they'd found together. Amidst the quiet laughter and gentle conversation, he knew clearly this peace was worth every battle fought, every struggle overcome.

And he would forever protect it, no matter what the future might bring.

The door gently clicked shut behind Jaune Arc as he stepped outside Saphron's warm and comforting home, breathing deeply of the crisp, cool air that whispered gently over Argus. The serene city was bathed in the delicate golden glow of late afternoon, sunlight casting long, soothing shadows across familiar streets.

He allowed himself a rare moment of solitude, closing his eyes and exhaling softly. Peaceful moments like these were rare treasures especially after the fierce battles that had torn through the skies above Argus only days earlier. Here, at least, he could find a moment of quiet reflection.

Yet his brief peace shattered instantly, replaced by a familiar voice calling urgently from down the street.

"Jaune!"

His eyes snapped open instantly, narrowing slightly as he spotted a figure rushing toward him Ruby Rose, her scarlet cloak billowing behind her. She looked harried, exhausted, and deeply anxious. But what drew his immediate attention was the second figure beside her older, grim-faced, and unfamiliar to Jaune's gaze. He moved with a sharpness that immediately spoke of aggression and desperation.

Jaune remained calm, posture straightening subtly, his expression growing coldly guarded. He waited silently as they approached, his presence solidifying like tempered steel.

Ruby halted abruptly a short distance away, breathless and clearly unsettled. Her silver eyes pleaded silently for understanding, for compassion. "Jaune, I—"

But the older man cut her off abruptly, stepping forward with a demanding glare that bristled with barely controlled frustration. He was blond, rough-faced, and carried himself with raw intensity. Taiyang Xiao Long, Ruby and Yang's father, clearly wasn't here to make friends.

"You're Jaune Arc, right?" Taiyang demanded bluntly, voice sharp with barely concealed impatience.

Jaune's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing slightly as he met the older man's gaze steadily, voice coldly controlled. "And you are?"

Ruby winced softly, her voice gentle but hesitant. "Jaune, this is my dad Taiyang Xiao Long."

Taiyang continued to glare sharply at Jaune, his posture bristling aggressively. "We don't have time for introductions. You're the one they call Campione, right? The so-called Dragon Emperor?"

Jaune didn't answer immediately. Instead, he observed the older man with careful neutrality, his voice measured but dangerously calm when he spoke. "That title isn't just a name you can throw around lightly."

Taiyang sneered bitterly, stepping closer with a harsh, confrontational stance. "Well, whatever you want to call yourself, we need your help. Ozpin said you're the only one strong enough to help us deal with Salem."

Ruby's eyes flickered nervously between her father and Jaune, clearly uncomfortable yet desperate. "Jaune, please. Just listen"

Jaune silenced her immediately with a sharp look, his voice dangerously low. "You've already said enough, Ruby."

Ruby flinched visibly, stepping back quietly, eyes lowered in shame.

Taiyang scoffed angrily, his patience thin and brittle. "Look, kid, I'm not here to stroke your ego. Salem is a real threat. Ozpin told us you're one of the few who might stand a chance against her. So swallow your pride and do your damn duty!"

Jaune's aura flared subtly, flames flickering just beneath his skin, his voice carrying quiet but undeniable authority. "Duty? Do not speak to me about duty."

Taiyang snarled, voice rising in frustration. "You arrogant brat! Salem is threatening all of Remnant! Vale, Atlas, Vacuo all of them will fall unless we work together. And you're here hiding behind your pride?"

Jaune's eyes blazed, voice freezing into icy rage. "You dare speak of pride? You, who knows nothing of the weight I carry?"

Taiyang stepped closer, fury twisting his features. "I don't need to know your sob story! If you truly have the power to stop Salem, then you're responsible for protecting everyone! You can't just stand aside—"

Jaune's voice cracked through the air like a whip, instantly silencing Taiyang. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

Taiyang froze, stunned into sudden silence, his eyes wide with shock and rage.

Ruby gasped softly, hands trembling slightly as she took another step back.

Jaune advanced slightly, presence radiating heat and fury. His tone dropped low, each word sharp and clear. "Do you think you have any right any authority to lecture me about protecting people? Do you believe you can just walk up to me, disrespect me in front of your daughter, and demand my obedience?"

Taiyang faltered briefly, anger warring with sudden uncertainty. "Look, I didn't—"

Jaune cut him off again, voice growing colder with every word. "You come here on Ozpin's orders, blindly repeating his manipulations, thinking you can command me to risk my life, my authority, and the safety of those I love because you demand it?"

Taiyang clenched his fists tightly, frustration bubbling through his voice. "You're strong enough to help! Do you even care about the innocent people who'll die if you don't act?"

Jaune's expression darkened, fire flickering visibly around his clenched fists. "I've sacrificed more than you could ever imagine. I have faced gods, dragons, monsters and each time, it was my choice. I do not answer to Ozpin, and I certainly do not answer to you."

Ruby whispered softly, her voice fragile. "Jaune, we didn't mean—"

"Ruby," Jaune's voice softened slightly, eyes meeting hers briefly, firm but not cruel. "I know you mean well, but this conversation is over."

Taiyang bristled again, anger surging once more. "You selfish bastard."

"Enough!" Jaune thundered, flames exploding outward in a powerful surge that sent both Taiyang and Ruby staggering back several steps. His aura was immense, oppressive yet controlled. "You do not understand the threats I face daily. You do not understand the burdens of the power I wield. You only see what Ozpin shows you shadows and half-truths. I've seen the reality, and I refuse to be manipulated again."

Taiyang stood there, breathing heavily, finally forced into silence by Jaune's undeniable strength and conviction. Ruby, pale and shaken, glanced quietly toward her father, eyes wide with painful understanding.

Jaune drew back slowly, his flames dimming to a subtle, flickering glow. "Go back to Ozpin. Tell him clearly Salem is his mess. He made her. He can deal with her. I am done cleaning up after his failures."

Ruby's voice cracked softly, quiet with pain and regret. "Jaune, I'm sorry—"

Jaune's expression softened very slightly, his voice quiet but unwavering. "Ruby, the next time you want to talk, come alone. Don't bring anyone else's demands with you."

She nodded quietly, her eyes lowered in shame. "I understand."

Taiyang looked between them furiously but said nothing, finally defeated. He turned sharply, glaring at Jaune once more before walking away bitterly down the street.

Ruby lingered a moment longer, her voice quiet and trembling. "Jaune... I really am sorry."

Jaune sighed softly, his voice gentle yet firm. "I know. But you can't fix this by apologizing, Ruby. If Ozpin wants to face me, he can come himself. He shouldn't hide behind you or anyone else."

Ruby nodded slowly, shoulders drooping in weary resignation. She turned slowly, following her father in silence, leaving Jaune standing alone in the street, quiet flames still flickering softly around him.

Slowly, gradually, he calmed himself, flames dissipating into quiet warmth. He closed his eyes, drawing slow, measured breaths, letting the tension seep from his bones.

Behind him, the door gently opened, and he felt a soft presence quietly approaching. Rias gently touched his arm, her voice soft and understanding. "Are you alright?"

He nodded slowly, exhaling softly, eyes opening once more. "Yes. Just tired of the same demands."

Elena gently approached from his other side, voice calm yet deeply sincere. "You handled it with more patience than most would have."

Ei stood quietly, her voice serene yet firm. "He had no right to speak to you that way."

Jaune smiled faintly, gently squeezing Rias's hand. "It's fine. I made myself clear."

From the doorway, Saphron watched quietly, voice gentle but firm. "You don't owe them anything, Jaune. You've already given enough."

He glanced toward her warmly, grateful for the quiet strength of her words. "Thank you, Saph."

She nodded gently, stepping back inside with a reassuring smile.

Jaune exhaled once more, quietly looking toward the distant horizon, resolve solidifying once again in his heart.

No matter what threats came, no matter how fiercely Ozpin or anyone else pushed, he would stand firm. His authority was his alone. His choices belonged only to him.

He would not be commanded.

The wind carried a stillness over Argus that day eerily calm, deceptively peaceful. The kind of day when the sun hung overhead like a quiet sentinel, and the world seemed to exhale in a long-held breath.

At Saphron's home, the laughter of Adrian playing in the garden echoed gently through the air, accompanied by the occasional hum of birds and rustling leaves. It was, by all accounts, a perfect afternoon.

Until Taiyang Xiao Long showed up again with second sense of desperation.

He didn't knock. He didn't greet. He barged past the gate with fire in his eyes and fury in his chest, fists clenched, jaw tight.

Jaune felt his presence before he heard the footfalls.

The moment Jaune stepped out into the yard, Taiyang spun on him.

"You think this is funny?" Taiyang snapped. "You let your monster sister maim Qrow? Take his arm? His eye?!"
Jaune didn't flinch. He stood still, arms folded. Calm. Controlled.

"I didn't let her do anything," he said. "He challenged Luna. He paid the price."

"She butchered him!" Taiyang shouted. "You just stood back and let it happen?"

"I warned him not to get involved," Jaune said flatly "He ignored it. He's lucky to be alive."

That pushed Taiyang over the edge.

"You arrogant little—"
He stepped forward, chest puffed, fists shaking.

"You know what? Maybe you're the problem. Maybe all this power's gone to your head. You think because you've got flames and titles that you're untouchable?"

Jaune's gaze cooled. "No. I think I know when people are asking for consequences."

Taiyang sneered, breath heaving. "Then maybe it's time someone reminded you that you don't get to decide who suffers."

Jaune raised an eyebrow, watching him carefully.

"You keep hiding behind your family," Taiyang spat.
"Your friends. Your damn castle. Maybe it's time someone took away what you care about."

That's when Saphron stepped outside. Her voice, alarmed but composed.

"Excuse me... what are you saying?" Saphron asked as
Taiyang didn't look at her. He kept his eyes locked on Jaune.

"All it takes is one call. One anonymous report. Say the kid's in a dangerous house. One word about violence. About fire. You think the Council won't send Child Protection? Take Adrian away?"

The world fell silent.

Saphron went pale. Terra, who had stepped into the doorway, froze her expression blank with shock. Even Adrian, who had just come around the side of the house, stopped playing.

Jaune... didn't move.

His eyes dimmed. The flicker of flame behind them vanished, replaced by something colder. Older.

He stepped forward, one slow pace at a time, until he stood just in front of Taiyang.

And then he spoke.

"You just made the worst mistake of your life."
Taiyang blinked, momentarily confused.

"You don't threaten my family," Jaune said quietly. "Not with words. Not with lies. Not with the system."
His voice dropped even lower, quieter than a whisper but it cut deeper than any blade.

"Because if you think I won't make a call of my own... you've gravely misunderstood who I am."
Taiyang hesitated, but his anger hadn't fully faded. "What, you gonna have me killed now?"

Jaune's smile was devoid of warmth.

"No. That's too merciful."
He took another step.

"I make one call... and the Xiao Long name becomes poison. Your records unsealed. Every one of your old fights pulled. Every bar brawl. Every lapse in parenting. That visit Yang made to Vacuo? The one where someone wound up in a hospital? I'll have people asking why."

"You threaten to call CPS?" Jaune's tone turned mocking. "I'll have a summons to audit your custody records within the hour. You want to play that game with me, Taiyang?"
He leaned in slightly, flames beginning to flicker again at the edge of his aura.

"I'm not just a Campione. I have kingdoms backing me. Judges in my debt. Entire security networks who owe me favors. You wouldn't survive the pressure I could bring."
Taiyang stepped back.

"I don't need to hurt you," Jaune said. "I can destroy your life while eating breakfast."

Silence. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.

Taiyang swallowed hard, all the bluster slowly draining from his face.

"So here's how this goes," Jaune said calmly. "You walk away. You never come near this house again. You stay the hell away from Saphron, from Terra, and especially from Adrian. If I hear you breathed the wrong word about this family, I will erase your reputation from history."

He straightened his coat, posture casual but emanating regal power.

"Do we understand each other?"
Taiyang didn't speak.

He turned slowly... and walked away.

Only once the gate clicked shut behind him did Jaune let out a slow breath, his fists unclenching.

Saphron was still pale. Terra had come to her side, wrapping an arm around her shoulder protectively. Adrian stood uncertainly on the porch, eyes wide, clutching a toy dinosaur to his chest.

Jaune turned toward him, kneeling slowly, forcing the heat from his aura.

"Hey, buddy," he said softly. "Everything's okay now."
Adrian stared at him, blinking. "Was that guy bad?"

Jaune paused for a moment. Then he nodded. "He was confused. But he's not going to bother us again."

Adrian nodded slowly, then ran forward and hugged Jaune's leg tightly.

Saphron approached cautiously, voice soft. "Jaune... he was bluffing, right?"

Jaune didn't look up. "He made the mistake of treating this family like a weakness."

He gently picked up Adrian, holding him close.

"But this " he said, glancing to Saphron and Terra, "is my greatest strength."
Rias, Elena, Ei, and Scáthach had stepped outside now too. None of them said a word. They simply stood nearby quiet, unwavering, watching Jaune not as a king or a warrior...

But as a brother. A protector. A sovereign who knew exactly where his loyalty lived.

The Arc flame didn't only burn for war.

It burned for family.

And no one threatened that.

The moon hung high over Argus, bathing the sleeping city in cool silver light. All was still in Saphron's home. Terra and Adrian were already asleep, the soft rhythm of the boy's breathing gently echoing down the hall. Saphron herself lay awake in bed, curled beside her wife, worry still lingering faintly in her eyes after Taiyang's earlier outburst.

In the study, the light from a single lamp glowed over Jaune Arc's face.

He sat at Saphron's old desk, his scroll in hand, the screen bright with a blank message window addressed to a singular name:

Ozpin.

No title. No honorific. Just the man. The manipulator. The ghost in a cycle that should have ended long ago.

Jaune's fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment silent, still. Then, with the slow certainty of a blade being drawn, he began to type.

To Ozpin, or Ozma whichever mask you prefer today:

I know you sent Taiyang.

I know you whispered in his ear and pointed him in my direction like a blade, hoping he'd say what you couldn't. Cowardice is your oldest friend, after all.

You didn't get what you wanted. But you've crossed a line that no one crosses.

Let me make something clear once and for all.

If I see you... If I sense your presence...If I hear your voice near my family, my friends, or anyone I hold dear whether through your puppets or through your own cowardly vessel .I will burn your entire legacy to the ground. 

I don't mean another god. I don't mean Salem. I don't mean divine vengeance or some noble crusade.

I mean you.

You've spun lies and half-truths for centuries. You've manipulated innocents into dying for your "cycle." You've played the role of mentor, prophet, martyr whatever served your script. And for what? Endless war? A secret war you never had the courage to finish yourself?

You use children as pawns and call it "preparation."

You use loyalty like a leash and call it "destiny."

But not with me.

I walk my own path now. I've slain gods. I've faced monsters you fear in your dreams. And I've done it without you.

So here's your final warning.

If I so much as sense your allies Ironwood, Lionheart, Taiyang, Goodwitch, any of themlurking around my loved ones again, I won't retaliate with fire or blade.

I will tell the world the truth.

All of it.

Your reincarnations.
Your failures.
Your lies.
Your cowardice.
Your war.

I'll expose your secrets to every kingdom, every school, every civilian with a comms line. I'll burn your reputation in the public square and salt the earth behind me so nothing you planted ever grows again.

Let's see how long your little game survives when the world sees Ozma the liar instead of Ozpin the martyr.

You want Salem? You go fight her.

But stay away from me. Stay away from mine.

Because the next time you cross that line...

There won't be a message.

There will only be silence

and ruin.

Jaune Arc
Campione.
Dragon Emperor.
The last person you should have crossed.

Jaune stared at the message for a long moment. Not with doubt but with finality.

Then he pressed Send.

The moment the screen blinked and confirmed transmission, he leaned back slowly, exhaling deeply. The tension in his shoulders eased not because the battle was over, but because the boundary was drawn.

And should Ozpin ever cross it again...

There would be no warnings left.

Only judgment.

Far away from Argus, deep within the vaulted halls of the Beacon relic chamber, a single scroll vibrated silently on a table of polished obsidian. The chamber lit only by soft candlelight and the pulsing glow of ancient magic stood still as a tomb.

Ozpin sat in silence, staring at the glowing message.

He had read it once.

Then again.

And now a third time.

Every word etched itself into his mind not just the tone, not just the threats, but the truth that rang beneath the rage. There was no hesitation in Jaune Arc's words. No doubt. No opening to exploit. No leverage left.

Jaune was beyond him.

Across the room, Glynda stood uneasily, her arms crossed. She hadn't read the message but had seen Ozpin's reaction. The silence. The rigid posture. The way his knuckles whitened as he gripped his scroll.

Finally, she spoke. "What did he say?"

Ozpin exhaled long and weary.

"He drew a line," he murmured. "Not in anger... but in certainty."

Glynda stepped forward, cautious. "Jaune?"

He nodded once. "He knows everything. About Ozma. About the reincarnations. The centuries of failure. And he made it abundantly clear if we go near him or those he loves again, he'll destroy what little trust the world still has in me."

Glynda paled slightly. "He wouldn't..."

"He would," Ozpin interrupted quietly. "And unlike me, Jaune doesn't bluff."

He turned away from the scroll, folding his hands before him, gaze drifting toward the ancient relic behind its protective wards. The Relic of Knowledge shimmered faintly, almost mockingly.

"I once thought Jaune Arc was our unexpected ace," he said softly. "A boy out of place, rising into something noble. I thought... with the right guidance, he could be molded. Prepared. Directed."

Glynda frowned. "You still hoped to make him part of the team. The war."

"I did," Ozpin admitted. "But I was wrong. He's not mine to guide. Not anymore. Perhaps he never was."

He lowered himself into a chair, his voice heavy not with defeat, but with reluctant clarity.

"There are powers now far beyond what I can control. Beyond my understanding. Jaune Arc has become something even Salem fears. And unlike us... he has nothing left to lose that he hasn't already chosen to protect with his life."

He looked toward Glynda, for once not as a headmaster or immortal strategist but as a tired man stretched across lifetimes.

"I'm done trying to recruit him."

Glynda blinked. "Just like that?"

Ozpin nodded. "This isn't surrender. It's survival. If I push him again... he won't just turn away."

"He'll turn on us."

Silence lingered between them. It was a rare thing, for Ozpin to truly give up on someone. In every incarnation, he had played the long game. Nudged, manipulated, persuaded, sacrificed whatever it took for the greater good.

But now, for the first time in centuries... he had encountered someone immune to his chessboard.

And that, he finally understood, was a piece he should never have tried to move.

Glynda lowered her head slightly, murmuring, "What now?"

Ozpin leaned back, closing his eyes.

"Now... we focus on the pieces that remain. And we leave Jaune Arc to his own path."

He looked down at the scroll one last time.

Let's see how long your little game survives when the world sees Ozma the liar instead of Ozpin the martyr.
Ozpin sighed softly, almost mournfully and powered off the scroll.

"Gods help us if he ever decides to stop playing hero."

And with that, he turned his chair away from the light.

Knowing full well...

Jaune Arc would never stand with him.

But far worse

If pushed again, he might one day stand against him.

---

Jaune Arc sat at a polished obsidian table within a private chamber deep inside Luna Mansion. Dimly lit by the soft glow of enchanted lanterns, the room held an air of solemn authority befitting a king preparing for war. His fingertips traced slowly across a map sprawled over the surface a detailed rendering of Remnant, marked with intricate symbols denoting Salem's known operations and sightings.

Across from him, eyes like deep amethyst pools thoughtful yet sharp with tactical precision, Rias Gremory observed him quietly. Her crimson hair fell gracefully over her shoulders, catching the light as if it were liquid rubies. She rested one hand lightly against her chin, the other gently holding a porcelain teacup.

"She won't hide just anywhere," Rias murmured softly, breaking the quiet intensity. "Salem is arrogant, yet cautious. She craves control but doesn't expose herself unnecessarily."

Jaune nodded slowly, his azure eyes flicking over the map as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. "Exactly. Salem thinks like an ancient queen she won't settle for a mere cave or abandoned ruin. It would be somewhere fortified, symbolic even."

Rias considered the map carefully. Her slender fingers tapped against the edge of her cup in rhythm, tracing lines of thought. "A location with significance, historically and strategically," she concluded. "Salem despises the gods yet seeks to challenge them openly. It would be somewhere tied deeply to Remnant's past."

Jaune exhaled slowly. "The Grimmlands, then. The epicenter of the first cataclysmic battle between Salem and Ozma. She'd reclaim it as a symbolic victory."

He leaned back in his chair, considering the implications deeply. The Grimmlands were a festering scar a land twisted by ancient curses, overrun by Grimm, and cursed soil that no mortal army had ever fully reclaimed. For Salem to settle there was not just logical it was symbolic and insulting. Exactly the kind of message Salem would savor sending to Ozpin and the rest of Remnant.

"Agreed," Rias said softly. "That region suits her perfectly. A land so corrupted that even gods and heroes hesitate to tread."

Jaune's gaze sharpened, the intensity of his Authority flickering behind his eyes like molten gold. "Then we strike there."

Rias smiled faintly, pride shimmering in her gaze. "You speak as if it's already decided."

"It is," Jaune said firmly, voice resonating with authority that came naturally to him now. "Salem has toyed with Ozpin for centuries. The cycle ends now. She's never faced someone like me someone willing and able to end her."

Rias regarded him quietly, warmth in her expression mingling with fierce admiration. "This isn't vengeance for you, is it?"

"No," Jaune replied calmly. "It's justice and a long-overdue closure. Remnant deserves peace, and the constant shadow of Salem hovering over humanity must end."

Rias rose slowly from her seat, setting her cup gently on the table before moving gracefully to Jaune's side. Her hand rested gently on his shoulder, fingers tracing comforting circles against the tension she felt coiled there. He leaned subtly into her touch, allowing himself a brief moment of vulnerability.

"Then we'll prepare," she said softly. "We'll scout the Grimmlands first, gauge her defenses, and ensure this isn't a trap. Salem expects Ozpin's tricks, not a Campione."

Jaune chuckled lightly, his fingers intertwining briefly with hers in silent gratitude. "She'll find out soon enough. The moment we locate her stronghold, we strike with overwhelming force."

Rias nodded in agreement, eyes gleaming with fierce determination. "And I'll personally ensure nothing threatens you when the moment comes."

Jaune's lips curved upward slightly, amused yet appreciative. "You've always protected me."

She smiled warmly, eyes tender. "That's because I see clearly who you truly are not the broken boy Beacon abandoned, but the man who emerged from those ashes. Stronger, wiser, and kinder than any king Remnant has known."

The chamber fell into a comfortable silence, a brief interlude of peace amidst looming war. Finally, Jaune rose, his presence commanding, resolve hardening his features into confident certainty.

"Then let's begin immediately. Contact Ei and Scáthach have them gather intelligence in the Grimmlands. They're swift, discreet, and they'll be back before Salem realizes we're even aware."

Rias inclined her head slightly, graceful yet resolute. "I'll see it done."

As Rias moved toward the door, Jaune paused, calling softly after her, "Rias?"

She halted, turning slightly, red hair cascading like liquid fire over her shoulders. "Yes, Jaune?"

"Thank you," he said quietly, sincerity heavy in every word. "For believing in me even when I didn't believe in myself."

Her smile returned, brilliant and unwavering, radiating warmth and love. "Always."

And then she was gone, leaving Jaune alone once more, eyes returning to the map as his mind spiraled through strategies, defenses, and potential counters. Yet, even as the weight of responsibility pressed upon his shoulders, he felt strangely at peace. Because for the first time, he faced a monumental challenge not alone, not out of desperation, but supported by those he truly trusted.

---

Scáthach and Ei returned less than two days later, their entry into the Luna Mansion as quiet and swift as shadows.

Jaune greeted them alongside Rias, standing in the war room lit only by the dull glow of crystal lamps. Scáthach, ever poised, moved like mist given shape. Ei's lightning-sharp eyes carried secrets and danger, every motion precise and efficient.

Ei spoke first, voice calm but heavy with seriousness. "Salem is indeed within the Grimmlands. She has erected a fortress massive, ancient, shielded by powerful curses. The Grimm she commands there are older, stronger. Their numbers are significant."

Scáthach added calmly, "She's prepared for Ozpin numerous wards designed to counter Beacon's magic. But against a Campione... she's blind. Her arrogance is her weakness."

Jaune nodded thoughtfully, absorbing their information. "We strike at the heart, then. A small elite force I want Salem herself, not a prolonged siege."

Rias agreed quietly. "If Salem falls, the Grimm lose cohesion. They'll scatter."

Scáthach smiled faintly, approval in her violet eyes. "Direct and efficient."

Ei's gaze flickered, analytical yet approving. "It's possible. But Salem has guarded herself with more than just Grimm. There are fallen gods, corrupted remnants of ancient beings chained by her dark magic."

Jaune's eyes gleamed, Authority rising subtly within him, responding to the challenge. "Then she severely underestimates me. Gods, fallen or not, will find no shelter against a Campione."

Rias' eyes darkened with protective intent. "We'll handle her servants. Your path to Salem remains clear."

Jaune inclined his head gratefully. "Then it's settled. Gather Velzard, Velgrynd, Himeko, and Elena. We move at dawn swift, certain, and merciless."

The room buzzed briefly with anticipation. Jaune stepped away from the table, turning toward the large balcony overlooking Vale below. The city lay quiet, unaware of the storm about to erupt far away, one that would echo across Remnant.

He felt Rias move beside him again, her presence comforting, strength radiating softly from her aura. "You're prepared for this, aren't you?"

He met her gaze evenly. "I am. Not because I'm a Campione but because Salem threatens the world we all love."

Rias placed a gentle hand on his arm. "You're strong, Jaune. And you're not alone. Remember that."

Jaune nodded, eyes warm despite the hardness they held. "I know."

---

Dawn arrived quietly, the sun rising gently over the horizon like a distant pyre igniting slowly. Jaune stood at the gates of Luna Mansion, clad in armor etched with draconic flame runes, Ashen Oath at his side, emanating quiet menace and absolute resolve.

Rias stood nearby, crimson hair illuminated by the dawn, calm confidence etched upon her features. Ei, Scáthach, Velzard, Velgrynd, Himeko, and Elena gathered silently, prepared for the storm to come.

Jaune raised his head slightly, voice firm yet filled with quiet certainty. "This is not a battle for glory, nor revenge. It's a fight to end an ancient evil that plagues our world. Remnant deserves peace and today, we grant it."

Each woman nodded silently, fiercely determined, eyes blazing with resolve matching his own.

With a final glance toward the rising sun, Jaune invoked softly, his voice rippling through the air with absolute conviction:

*"From ash, we rise. Through flame, we judge. For the fallen, we burn."*

And with those words echoing, they stepped forward into the dawn prepared, resolved, ready to confront destiny and bring Salem's dark legacy crashing down forever.

---

The ruins of an ancient kingdom lay buried beneath thick mists and rotting time. Once a seat of dark knowledge and forbidden power, it now served as nothing more than a graveyard to those foolish enough to wander its cursed halls.

But Jaune Arc was not here to wander.

His cloak billowed as he stepped over shattered black stone, Ashen Oath gripped loosely in his right hand. Around him, the shadows seemed to whisper, as though the ruins remembered what walked within them now.

Beside him, Rias landed with wings of twilight folded behind her. Her eyes glowed faintly. "Are you sure she's here?"

Jaune nodded once. "This is her sanctuary. Or what's left of it."

He stopped before a cracked obsidian archway. The pressure in the air shifted.

Then the ground beneath trembled.

A dark pulse echoed through the ruined halls. A sickly green light bloomed from within the depths of the fortress, and with it... came her.

Salem.

Wreathed in darkness, her silver hair drifting as though underwater, Salem emerged with the slow, haughty grace of one who once thought herself untouchable.

Until she saw him.

Her steps faltered. Her expression froze.

That face.

Those eyes.

That presence.

"No..." Salem whispered, fear carving itself into her usually unshakable mask. "That flame those wings..."

She stumbled back, horror dawning.

"A Campione?"

Jaune's eyes ignited no longer azureblye, but molten black with crimson rings. Fire curled around his shoulders like a crown of serpents.

"You tried to cheat death for centuries," he said coldly. "Let's see how long your curse lasts... against a godslayer."

Salem turned to run.

But Jaune raised his hand.

"Nigrum Ignis Draconem."

The ground ruptured in a wave of shadowfire. A serpentine roar echoed across the ruins as Umbryth, the Black Flame Dragon, exploded from the void. Made of soul-consuming fire, its jaw snapped down around Salem's path, encircling her in a ring of seething black inferno.

"No!" she shrieked, panic overwhelming her. "This isn't possible! You're just a mortal!"

"I was," Jaune said, stepping through the fire as if it bowed to him. "Now I'm something much worse."

Blackflame Dominion pulsed to life. Flames that devoured magic and memory surged around Salem, her attempts to conjure spells fizzling into ash.

She tried to teleport.

The flame tore her portal in half.

"You're not leaving," Jaune said, voice layered with Authority. "I've hunted gods. I've buried tyrants. Your curse ends here."

Salem screamed as he raised Ashen Oath.

The sword burned with both black and golden light Vulcan's curse and Solara's judgment fused into one.

"I cleanse you," Jaune declared.

"By flame, by oath, by the wrath of the godslayer"

He slashed downward.

Flames surged.

And the ruins burned.

The ruins trembled as Salem, encircled by Jaune's black flames, clawed at the air, her voice a mixture of rage and desperation. "You cannot kill me! I am eternal!"

Jaune stepped forward, his eyes glowing with the intensity of his divine Authority. "Your time has ended, Salem."

With a swift motion, he raised Ashen Oath, its blade now engulfed in the same soul-consuming black fire that surrounded them. The sword pulsed with power, resonating with the will of its wielder.

Salem's eyes widened in horror as Jaune invoked his Authority. "Nigrum Ignis Draconem!"

The black flames surged, forming a colossal dragon that roared with fury. It lunged at Salem, engulfing her in its fiery maw. Her screams echoed through the ruins as the flames consumed her, leaving nothing but ash.

As the dragon dissipated, Jaune stood alone amidst the silence, the weight of his actions settling upon him. The immortal threat was no more, and Remnant could finally begin to heal.

Jaune stood in the silence that followed Salem's annihilation, the last embers of the Black Flame Dragon curling into the sky like a funeral hymn. The scent of scorched dust still lingered as Ashen Oath cooled in his grip, the divine fire quiet nowits judgment delivered.

Behind him, slow footsteps approached. Rias Gremory, arms crossed, brows arched with visible disappointment, surveyed the battlefield with a single unimpressed sweep.

"...Seriously?" she said flatly.

Jaune blinked and turned. "Seriously, what?"

Rias sighed with theatrical frustration. "That was it? All this buildup, the Council of Gods watching, the Moon cracked in two over this woman, and you vaporize her in under five minutes?"

"She tried to run," Jaune replied, half-defensive. "And she screamed the moment she saw me "A Campione has come for me!' I mean... what was I supposed to do?"

"I don't know fight her maybe?" Rias gestured around them. "Let her unleash some kind of tragic last phase, maybe raise an army of the damned, shoot a black hole at your face, something! That was like... finishing the final boss with a stick because you over-leveled."

"I did," Jaune said dryly, sheathing his blade. "Level. A lot."

Elena arrived next, Scáthach and Velgrynd trailing behind, all three with weapons at the ready. They stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of the vacant battlefield and the faint pile of ash that had once been Salem.

Velgrynd blinked. "...Wait. It's over?"

"She disintegrated," Rias deadpanned. "Black flame. Boom. Done. No final form. No poetic death monologue. No dramatic sacrifice. Just poof."

Scáthach huffed and lowered her spear. "I warmed up for this."

"She ran," Jaune repeated, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I was going to give her a chance to fight, I swear, but she turned into a puddle the second she saw my Authority. I can't help it if I'm terrifying now."

"Could've saved us the trip," Velgrynd muttered, rolling her eyes. "I skipped breakfast for this."

"Next time," Rias said, patting Jaune on the shoulder, "can we not train six different Authority combos, refine our tactics, and do an entire scouting mission just for you to use one sentence and turn the Big Bad into barbecue dust?"

"You're all mad that I handled it efficiently," Jaune grumbled.

"No," Rias smirked. "We're mad we didn't get to flex."

Elena pouted. "I enchanted my armor for this."

Velgrynd folded her arms. "I wanted to see if her immortality could handle a thermonuclear sun punch."

Jaune just stared at them all, deadpan. "Do I need to resurrect her so you can have your 'cool girl moment?'"

"Don't tempt me," Scáthach said, cracking her neck. "I'll drag her back from the Underworld myself."

"I hate all of you," Jaune muttered.

"And we love you too, Dragon Emperor," Rias teased, looping her arm through his. "Even if you are the most anti-climactic godslayer in history."

They walked away from the ruin laughing, the girls still listing off all the moves they had saved and didn't get to use.

Jaune didn't respond but deep inside, he smiled.

Because even if the battle was short, he had what mattered: peace, safety... and women who would always be louder than the war he fought.

And honestly?

That was enough