Beacon had fallen, the school being nothing but rubble and dust. After watching it fall down all around me it had took away a part of my life to train these students into huntsmen for the ongoing future great war...Everything had fallen to it's depths, students having to retreat during the trauma...Innocent lives lost and gone after a blink of an eye. As I stood there and shook my head in disappointment. Salem, the one that planned on taking the relic had failed once and it's now placed in my hands while I go into hiding and on a journey to Atlas to place in the vault there.
Time is ticking and passing by ever so quickly for Salem's next move and next step. She would do whatever it takes for her to destroy everything around her for the four relics. Us, the protectors of the four relics are doing what we can take to prevent her and her court for stealing them and use them against us. Her wishes are so demanding...Her grimm creations are increasing by every passing moment of the day. We doing what it takes to take down her grimm while they march into battle and causes chaos around us more like vermin that's impossible to get rid of.
As things are getting complicated, we can't sleep peacefully at night with how everything is happening ever so quickly after Beacon had fallen and we having worries and trauma haunting us.
