MARVEL I AM DRAGON GOD

The airship ride back to Beacon Academy was a whirlwind of emotions for Team RWBY.

Ruby and Yang huddled together, replaying every moment of their impossible encounter.

Blake and Weiss, still processing the sheer unreality of what they had witnessed, gave them space, their own thoughts, a chaotic mix of disbelief and wonder.

As the airship docked, Arthur was there, waiting. After helping Summer from Salem. He went back to the academy before them.

His gaze met Ruby's, and in his eyes, she saw not just understanding, but a profound, silent acknowledgement.

"Arthur!"

Ruby practically launched herself at him, Yang close behind.

Arthur caught her, a gentle smile gracing his lips.

"It seems your 'perceptive abilities' truly are exceptional, Ruby."

His eyes flickered to Yang, who was openly weeping, a joyous smile splitting her tear-streaked face.

"And yours too, Yang."

Yang could only nod, choked with emotion.

"She's... she's coming back right, Arthur! Mom's coming back right!"

Arthur nodded, his expression serene.

"She will. Her soul is safe, and with time, she will have a body to return to. A new beginning, as she said."

He glanced at Weiss and Blake, who stood a respectful distance away, still processing the miracle.

"What you witnessed today was... to be kept by yourself. And it will remain our secret. For now."

Weiss, always the first to regain her composure, though still visibly shaken, spoke up.

"Arthur... how? How is this possible?"

Arthur's smile remained, tinged with a hint of cosmic knowledge.

"The world is full of wonders you have yet to comprehend, Weiss. Some things defy conventional understanding. What matters is that a wrong has been righted, and hope has been restored."

He looked directly at Ruby.

"Your mother was a truly remarkable Huntress, Ruby. And her spirit is as strong as ever."

Ruby beamed, wiping away fresh tears.

"Yes, my mom is the best but you as well. You make Penny human too!"

Arthur chuckled softly.

"Well, what can I say? It seems I have a knack for defying the finality of things."

He looked at all four of them, his expression becoming more serious.

"This knowledge, this experience, is a profound one. It changes things. Use it to strengthen yourselves, to understand that there are forces at play far beyond Grimm and Dust. But do not speak of it lightly. The world is not yet ready for such truths."

"We understand,"

Blake said, her voice quiet but firm. The encounter had deepened her own understanding of the world, and the true power that lay hidden within it.

"Our lips are sealed,"

Weiss added, her initial shock giving way to a fierce protectiveness of this fragile, miraculous hope.

Arthur nodded.

"Good. Now, go. Rest. And prepare yourselves. The world is changing, and you will need all your strength, both physical and spiritual, for what lies ahead."

As Team RWBY walked away, a new light in their eyes, Ruby looked back at Arthur.

He stood there, a quiet guardian, a weaver of miracles.

She knew, with absolute certainty, that her mother's return was thanks to him.

And in that moment, her admiration for her professor grew boundless.

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Arthur remained by the airship dock, the subtle shimmer of the portal to the Fourth Floor lingering in his vision.

The air hummed with latent energy, a silent invitation to the next stage of his journey within the towering dungeon.

He had meticulously completed every main mission on this current tower dungeon floor.

The path to the next level was clear, unhindered by any remaining tasks.

"I can go to the fourth floor right away but not for now I guess."

His voice, a low murmur, was almost swallowed by the ambient hum of the dock.

He wasn't going in just yet.

The thought had undeniably crossed his mind, a familiar, almost magnetic pull towards the uncharted territories and the unknown challenges that awaited on the Fourth Floor.

Yet, despite the allure, a sense of pragmatic urgency held him back.

There were pressing matters to attend to first, responsibilities that, for now, outweighed the immediate thrill of progression.

He ran a mental checklist, meticulously reviewing each step and contingency.

The fate of Summer Rose's soul, a delicate, incandescent essence, rested within him, a precious charge awaiting its rightful restoration.

The memory of her sacrifice, the raw power of her being, resonated deep within his own spiritual core.

Creating a physical vessel, a tangible form capable of housing such a potent soul, was no trivial matter.

It was a process of unparalleled complexity, demanding not only immense focus but also an environment meticulously controlled to the most minute detail.

Every particle, every energy flow, every subtle vibration had to be calibrated with absolute precision.

This was not a task to be undertaken lightly, nor was it something that could be rushed to completion within a few days.

It required dedicated time, a secure sanctuary, and an unwavering commitment to perfection, for even the slightest miscalculation could have catastrophic consequences for the soul he sought to restore.

And then there was his family. Emilia, Rem, Azula, and the others. While he trusted his home's defenses and the capable hands he'd left them in, a quick check was in order.

After the intensity of the Third Floor and the confrontation with Salem, a moment of calm, a reconnection with his loved ones, was more than just a duty; it was a necessity.

He needed to ground himself before diving into another unknown world. He needed to cool himself down before anything.

He felt the subtle vibrations of his dungeon parameters, acknowledging the DP gained from his actions on Remnant.

That wealth of points would be invaluable for the creation of Summer's new body. It would empower the intricate Soul Magic required, ensuring her revival was as complete and healthy as possible.

"Soon,"

Arthur murmured, looking towards the portal, a silent promise to the dungeon.

"But not yet."

He decided his next immediate step was to exit the tower dungeon.

He could do so from any floor, and given his current location at Beacon, a quick teleportation to the First Floor exit was simple enough.

The thought of stepping back into his own home, seeing familiar faces, and finally undertaking the sacred task of bringing Summer back, brought a quiet smile to his face.

The adventures of the dungeon could wait; family and duty came first.

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