|3rd POV|
Ozpin, Glynda, and Qrow sit on a couch, waiting for the Captain of the Unit to return from taking care of something. Previously, they witnessed something that should not be possible. A hundred fighters manage to win against thousands of Grimm that attack their fortress.
It is possible that they have all kinds of weaponry that deal a lot of damage. However, they do not have that kind of weapon. They rely on their magic to fight, something that Ozpin has only seen in the past, where magic is abundant and the Gods still walk among mortals.
"Ozpin, be honest with me." Glynda looks at the Ancient man right in the eyes. Her usual stern expression is now replaced by confusion, with a hint of worry deep inside. "Are you sure you are the only Magician in this world? Other than Salem."
Ozpin looks at her and says.
"I don't know anymore." He releases a tired sigh. "I thought that there are no more magicians in this world because magic in the air gets so thin, there will be no more natural-born magicians ever being born into the world."
"Then how the hell are there so many of them?" Qrow drinks the rum in his flask. "We are talking about a hundred of them. Each one of them can kill an Alpha Grimm in a single punch, and don't get me started with that weird flame."
Before Ozpin can say something, the room door opens, and they watch as the captain walks inside.
"I can answer that question, you know?"
The captain smiles and takes a seat in front of them. Ozpin nods and says.
"Please do."
"Where do you want to start?"
"Let's start with that flame. I know fire-related spells, but I never knew the flames you guys used in that battle."
The captain nods his head and says.
"That is a Dying Will Flame. It is a flame that is born from one's soul. However, unlike Aura, the energy generated from the soul gets energized by mana."
"Ah, mana! It's been a while since I heard that terminology. Lately, we only call it magic."
Ozpin thinks of the past and smiles a little. Glynda leans forward and says.
"What is mana?"
"It is an energy the planet generates. In its pure form, you can break the law of reality. In its impure form, it will generate dust."
"Dust is made of magic?"
"Yes and No. Magic is the act of us manipulating mana. You can say that Dust is the result of the planet manipulating mana, but it is more of impure mana condensed to create dust."
The Millefiore Family already does intense research regarding Dust, and they learn a lot of things. Among them is how to create dust. Just like how humans make an artificial diamond, the R&D department manages to create a way to make artificial dust.
It is not as good as dust, but fundamentally the same. Just like how artificial diamonds can be used as a Ward Anchor, but perform less than a natural diamond, dust is also the same.
"I see. Thank you for answering. You can continue."
"Right! Where was I? Dying Will Flame energizes the energy your soul produces to create an aura and create the flame that matches your soul. However, this is an ancient Bloodline. It is something that only one family can awaken and spread."
Ozpin leans forward in interest. He knows the existence of a magical bloodline because he has his own bloodline, which resulted in the creation of the Four Maidens, his daughters.
"From which family are you?"
"Our lord is Valerian Millefiore of the Millefiore Famiglia. We are not his direct family, of course. Think of this family as an organization, and we are the members of that."
"Like a mafia?"
The captain grins and says.
"Exactly like that."
Ozpin looks at him with an unreadable expression for a few seconds and says.
"I hope you are not doing anything illegal. You might be fighting Grimm and cleaning the infestation around Vale, but I will arrest you if you do something illegal."
"Don't worry about it. We are not doing anything illegal. You can count on us in that regard."
"Very well. Moving on, can your lord awaken that power?"
Ozpin wants to see if he can awaken those flames in his inner circle members.
"I cannot say because it is his decision. I shall inform him about that if you want."
"Please."
"I will do that, then. Anything else you want to ask?"
"How about that sword?"
Qrow looks at the captain.
"What kind of power is that?"
"Ah. That is a special power that I cannot say much about. That is the Silver Sword of Damocles. It is the reason why all of us can control gravity to a certain degree."
Ozpin and the others do not see them using it because the power of the Silver Clan is more subtle. Their Dying Will Flames gets more attention because of how flashy it was.
"How powerful is this gravity power?"
"Hmmm… At its full power, I can create a beam of gravity that sucks anything on its path. It can destroy half of the fort."
Ozpin and the others look at him in shock. However, they don't know that to do that, he needs to exhaust all the energy inside of him. It will take him out of battle.
"Can your lord awaken this power as well?"
"He can, yes. However, it is family power. We will not give this kind of power to an outsider."
"Worth a shot. I understand why you don't want to spread that kind of power. However, can I ask your lord to make an alliance between us? All of us want Grimm to be gone, and an alliance between our two factions will be a great boon."
It is a shame that he cannot awaken that kind of power in his people, but getting an alliance between their two factions will increase their chances against Salem.
"We do hate Grimm. After all, we are training like this to bring the fight to the source. The Queen of Grimm."
Qrow sprays the alcohol from his mouth and starts coughing. Ozpin and Glynda look at the captain in shock. The captain looks at them and says.
"What? You thought we didn't know about Salem? We know about her and how she is the one controlling Grimm, or at least the Grimm around her. She cannot control all the grim outside her sphere of influence."
"I-If you know about her… Does that mean you know about me?"
"Ozma the Adventurer, no? The Infinite Man. The Millefiore Family is an ancient family. We have records about you and Salem."
The captain smiles and continues.
"And we are more than happy to make an alliance with you, Ozma."