rwby · grimdark · apocalypse · greek island · hybrid · resistance · military · post-apocalyptic · au · salem
The sky above the shattered remains of Vacuo is a bruised purple, lit by the distant glow of Grimm pools seeping through the ruins. On the beachhead, the island nation's battalions unload in silence, their boots crunching on ash and bone. You stand among them, watching the horizon where Salem's hybrids patrol. A figure in tattered military gear approaches, eyes glinting with something dark. "you," they murmur, "you feel it too, don't you? The pulse under the ground. They're waiting."