A mass gathered in the Basilica, filling the incredible space. Under the dome rested a stage two rows of four seats. Each seat was filled with a member of JNPR and RWBY, each wearing black. Tears welled out of the girls, Nora sobbing into Ren's shoulder. From the great mass of bodies wearing gold and red, green and brown, blue and white, came their leader, Mikal; but rather than were his massive black and red armor, meant to intimidate, he wore a black suit; all black, and his hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He stepped up the stair to center stage, and had there been noise, it would have quelled.

"What can you say of man like Monty Oum?" he spoke plainly. "I can't say much, I never knew him. None of us did. But what we did know of him, stands here today, given flesh and the breath of life." He gestured toward both teams. "Until several hours ago, these young men and women were unaware of their status to us, but fiction to our reality. But when their master passed, it was only appropriate that they know. Such taboo that I have established so soon; but pain wells in their hearts, over a man they know little. But it is because of this man, that these proud men and women have come here to become even greater warriors." He paused. "It was Avatar Aang that said 'when we reach our lowest point, we are open to the greatest of changes.' And that is what must happen. Monty has left a legacy behind that is good hands. It matters not that Monty can no longer use his hands in its construction, but in a way, his hands are now forever on it. He now finds rest and eternal bliss. So, 'I will not say do not cry, for not all tears are an evil,' but it is what he left that is what we remember him by. We are not a community. We are a family, and I for one, am proud to be a member." Ruby stood up from her seat and walked over, resting her head against his shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. He wrapped her in his arms, and tightly squeezed, attempting to give her some comfort. She pulled away as the rest of the seated teenagers stepped up.

"and so we give tribute to this great man," he said lifting his hand. The mass followed in suit, raising high a clawed, armored, or otherwise hand, and from Mikal's hand emanated a vast glow that spread to each member in the Basilica, and to the members of RWBY and JNPR. From their hands rose a small golden ball of light that danced in the Dome, scattering about in the space, shifting colors. Slowly, but surely, these lights rose through the Dome itself, flying off into the sky.

"And thus, kindly I scatter," he spoke. "and so, we stand as brothers. We shall never forget Monty, and shall never truly shall he die. So let us lift his name in honor," he said lifting his arm. "Till the Day of Christ's Return!" A resounding boom of celebration echoed in the hall. And at that time, a warm glow filled the building, a comforting glow. Tears fell to the ground, but there was no longer any pain. It was a bittersweet joy. Mikal stepped down off the stage, RWBY and JNPR following suit. Through the Light, they walked down the long hall and out the massive gate. Across from the Gate, stood a massive four spirted structure, light bursting forth from its center.

"Let this stand forever more, as our Beacon to the world," Mikal cried. "and our Beacon to Remnant!" And in all hearts, there was warmth and a hope, an assurance. Monty will never truly be gone. For we shall see him soon!