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The quiet of a Vale evening settled over Beacon Academy. In the dorm, Weiss's textbooks lay in a haphazard spread across her desk, Yang lazily tossed a pillow from hand to hand, and Blake read by the window, the last light glinting off the page. I sat cross-legged on the floor, Crescent Rose laid out before me like a complex, beloved puzzle. As I tightened the final bolt, instead of the satisfying click I expected, a deep vibration hummed up through the floorboards. Light shimmered across the steel, bending and folding the metal until the entire scythe dissolved into a swirling glow that condensed, solidifying into a human silhouette standing in the center of the room. Yang froze, the pillow dropping from her hands. Weiss scoffed aloud, her voice sharp as she declared the entire event a p…