The artifact was placed in its center with various rubies surrounding it. The summoning circle was now complete.

Weiss was knelt down just at its border with her fingers upon the line. She was ready. The Command Seals on the back of her hand was more than enough to confirm this. The first verse of the summoning ritual was recited:

“Silver and iron to the origin.

Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.

The alighted wind becomes a wall.”

Ozpin would only watch in worry of his friend repeating the very scene he himself had been in many years ago. However, he would not stop him. This man’s resolve was unchangeable. Ironwood remained focused on the task ahead of him.

“The gates in the four directions close,

Coming from the crown,

The three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.”

With that verse over, he began to open up his Magic Circuits.

Jaune could feel a hot iron rod enter his spine as he did this. He groaned and punched the ground at the searing and blazing pain, but he would not allow himself to stop. The summoning circle began to glow as he uttered the next few lines.

“Shut, fill. Shut, fill. Shut, fill. Shut, fill. Shut, fill.

Repeat every five times.

Simply, shatter once filled.”

Various priests watched in awe as the prana swirled in the air and raged out in the room. Some even cast worried gazes to Blake, but she remained calm as she continued.

“I announce.

Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword. “

Mercury could not believe what he was seeing. He yelled out something to Emerald to which she ignored.

“In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail,

If you abide by this feeling, this reason,

Then answer.”

The prana began to course through his Magic Circuits. Roman felt more power than he had ever before. This was the power of the Throne of Heroes. This was the power of the Holy Grail. This was the power he wanted.

“Here is my oath.

I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead,

I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.”

Adam poured even more of his prana into the summoning circle. His magical circuits began to overflow and burn through body as the wind of the prana slashed him various times. This pain was resisted.

“Yet, thou serves with thine eyes clouded in chaos.

Thou, bound in the cage of madness. I am he who command those chains.”

Her Command Seal glowed a brilliant white. Weiss could see the noble light, the personification of the heroic, the bringer of miracles appear before her. Her hand balled up into a fist as she announced the final verse.

“You,

Seven heavens clad in three words of power,

Arrive from the ring of deterrence,

O keeper of the balance!”

The prana let out one last wild torrent before softening into a calm wind.

The righteous light began to gather. Those who had defied fate, those who had fought for the downtrodden, those who had journeyed far and wide, those who had etched their names in history, those who are known as ‘Heroic Spirits’ manifested in the center of the summoning circle.

For Weiss, a being in black robes stood. Its black cloak slowly turned red before removing it removed its hood thus revealing the face of a young girl.

For Ironwood, a homunculus looked about everywhere with much curiosity.

For Jaune, a soldier in armor removed her helmet. She held out her hand to he who had fallen back.

For Blake, a beast roared as its master punched her fist into her palm with a confident smile.

For Emerald, she could see her staring at both of them with her golden eyes piercing the room’s darkness.

For Roman, there was a figure in shadows. A light shined thus revealing a young woman with an ornate dagger in hand and smirking arrogantly at him.

For Adam, a warrior stood hunched and growling with anger.

And thus these Servants all spoke to their other:

”I ask of you:

Are you my Master?”