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I'm sure more than a few have figured out that this story was doomed to an epilogue. For those of you who did, well done! For those who didn't, no worries. It wasn't that obvious. For a while even I didn't know!

It goes without saying that we don't own RWBY, but it still bears repeating; especially in light of the 'sequel' coming out. For those of you who didn't guess, there will be four individual stories in this universe. When all is said and done… maybe there's even a true sequel in the cards?

Muses cut both ways after all.

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Epilogue: The Death of a World

She gently pushed her sister onto the ship. "Goddess watch over you,"she whispered.

'It'll be okay.' The voice in her head reassured her. 'You'll see her again.'

'You don't know that.' She had given up a long time ago ignoring the voice in her head. Especially since it actually had good ideas occasionally.

'I resent that! All my ideas are good.'

Jennifer tried not to cry even as she rolled her eyes in exasperation. Emily had realised her older sister wasn't behind her and was clearly looking for her. 'I feel like I'm abandoning her.'

'I get it, trust me, but neither one of us wants her on this planet.'

'Fair point.'

"Jen?" Emily was starting to push her way through the throng of people. 'Where are you?"

The guard at the door glanced at Jennifer. "We have room for one more."

Pushing water out of her face as the first droplets of rain began to fall, Jennifer shook her head, ignoring that with each shake her heart ached a little more. "I'm staying. Someone needs to buy you time."

He met her eyes for a moment, before nodding once. "Thank you." Glancing behind him, she winced as she saw a flash of her sister's green hair. He followed her gaze. "Are-?"

"I'm sure." She said firmly. "Can you make sure she doesn't make too much of a scene?"

He shrugged. "It's the least I can do."

"Her name is Emily, or Em for short." Jen took a deep breath; the sounds of fighting came from behind her. The Grimm were in the spaceport. "Tell her I love her."

"I will." He reached for the door, hesitating for only a moment. When she just crossed her arms, he grabbed the handle and pulled.

The door slid shut with a very final sounding click. She backed up as the thrusters engaged. For a moment she swore she saw her sister's face looking out the windows, then the ship's main engines started, and it shot away. Out of atmo. Into the storm.

Away from her. "Goddess protect you."

Clenching her fists, she felt the gauntlets she had made slide over her fists, reinforcing her knuckles and bracing her wrists.

The growls were getting louder.

'Nevermore.' Her mental companion warned her. Not needing any further encouragement, she leapt upward, using her gauntlets to propel her closer to the dark shadows which were going after the other ships in the air.

She might not be a huntress, but goddess willing she'd try to save as many people as she could.

"Miss Schnee, we really must-"

"Yes, alright, fine." Weiss rose from her desk. It wasn't like the planet would fall apart any slower if its oldest inhabitant suddenly decided to leave, but whatever. "I assume my ship is ready."

"Of course." Her head of security, Alyx, sounded almost offended. "We have just been waiting for you." The way the faunus said that made it clear her friend wasn't pleased that they had been waiting at all.

"Well, I appreciate it." Weiss grabbed the bag she'd had packed since she'd learned the gods were back. "Though I seem to recall telling you to get off Remnant multiple times before now."

Alyx just shrugged, following the white-haired huntress out of the room. "Again, thank you for that. It gave me time to get my family away before armageddon."

Weiss fixed her with a look that the bodyguard ignored. "That wasn't the point."

"I still appreciate it."

Weiss bit back a grin. Every couple generations she would find someone like Alyx. Someone who wouldn't take her shit and made sure she took care of business. "How have the evacuations been going?"

The faunus was scrolling through a floating screen as the security detail made their way through the hallways and to the stairway with the roof access. "Much of the planet is making an effort, though with mixed success. Vacuo is dealing with a massive sandstorm, Vale's coastal cities are struggling with tsunamis, and northeastern Mistral is being hit by a typhoon that has nearly a hundred mile radius." She glanced up. "They're not going to make it."

Weiss nodded firmly, ignoring the sinking in her stomach. They'd known this was what was going to happen, and had done the best they could to prepare. The gods, however, had resources that they couldn't fight against.

Grimm could be killed, but you couldn't fight the weather.

"And Atlas?"

"We're seeing a large thunderstorm rolling in, and some of the heaviest snow on record is projected. Thanks to your monetary contributions, almost everyone who wanted to leave did." Alyx went back to her screen as they began climbing the stairs. "The last ship left ten minutes ago. The pilot reported that multiple people were still at the spaceport, covering their escape."

Weiss pushed the door open, heading to where her ship was waiting. "We're going to the spaceport."

"Miss Schnee-"

"That's my final word, Alyx."

The faunus narrowed her eyes. "With all due respect, let's fly over. If we see anyone alive, then we stop."

"Fine." Weiss didn't bother to fight with her bodyguard. She was old, and she couldn't be killed. Her staff could. Slipping into the co-pilot's seat, she heard the five people climb in behind her.

Alyx strapped herself into the pilot's seat. "Ready, all?" she asked over the intercom. Getting general affirmative noises, she lifted off.

Glancing down at the city, Weiss sighed. Atlas had been rebuilt as a bastion of hope. The white buildings were meant to serve as inspiration for the future. A better future. The brothers gone, the time of humanity and faunus only.

And now the city was in ruins.

Not completely, obviously. The buildings were still standing, mostly, and the magic keeping it aloft was still holding. She had helped design it, after all; it would hold for a few hundred years more, but further below she could see the telltale signs of destruction.

Overturned vehicles, the occasional fire, no people, and hundreds of Grimm.

"Reminds me of Beacon."

"Damn." Alyx cursed as she dove under a gigantic nevermore. "I keep forgetting that you were there for that."

Weiss sniffed. "I should say so."

"You don't look a day over twenty-five." Her pilot replied, trying to gain altitude. "Forgive me if I occasionally forget that you're over two millennia old."

"Almost three." She corrected quietly.

"Oh, then it's an easy mistake to make," her friend snarked, moving to fly around a flock of flying monkeys. "Looking twenty-five when you're only two thousand is enough to throw me off. Once you hit your three thousands I'm sure it'll be obvious."

Weiss smirked. "I'm sure."

"I hope you never lose your sense of humor, boss." The faunus turned sharply to avoid a diving Grimm. "The day you do is the day I'm out of a job."

She was about to make a witty remark when the telltale flash of a muzzle caught her eye. "Down there!"

Alyx didn't even blink. "On it, boss."

"Actually.." She bit her lip before unbuckling herself from the flight seat. "Stay up here. Avoid the Grimm."

"Boss?"

She grinned a bit as the rush of adrenaline that came before a fight filled her veins again. Gods, she'd missed this feeling. "I'll take care of this."

Alyx glanced at her. "I'm coming-"

"Like hell." Weiss snapped. "I can't die."

"So I'm supposed to let you get crushed for the rest of your existence?" her friend demanded, not looking up from her instruments. "If your indestructibility was enough for me to get hired, then it's a damn good reason for me to help you against Grimm."

Weiss smirked. "I'm the last Huntress. If anyone can fight them, it's me." When it looked like the faunus was going to argue, she finally added firmly, "and if you refuse to listen to anything like reason, consider this an order."

There was silence for a moment before Alyx nodded tightly. "Be safe." Her tone said that she might not like it, but there was no more argument.

"Keep scanning the spaceport for lifesigns." Weiss grinned, heading to the back and hitting the door. Her ship might not be designed for aerial drops like cargo units were, but that didn't mean she couldn't use it like that.

"It's good to be back."

Huntresses and Huntsmen went extinct years ago.

There were still Grimm specialists in every military, but the number had been whittled away yearly. The only training grounds were the land of darkness, and it was probably the only international operation that had never felt the tremors of politics.

As less Grimm spawned, fewer specialists were needed.

And as for the Hunters, they slowly went extinct.

Unlike the specialists, who were government workers, Huntsmen and Huntresses had no real way to make money. Sure, some of them joined the training grounds and got paid as teachers, while others helped clear the wilds of Grimm, but by the end of the third decade after Salem's defeat, Grimm were…noticeably lacking from the lands of the faunus and humanity.

Vacuo read the writing on the wall early, changing direction toward creating desert guides. Mistral, already suffering from staffing issues caused by the betrayal of their headmaster, closed entirely. Atlas shuffled around its programs, downsizing the specialist job and focusing on more conventional warfare. Beacon simply never reopened, the money Weiss donated getting shuffled off to more 'stable' educational uses.

The Huntsman and Huntresses of "the War of the Witch," as it was becoming known, grew up, had kids, taught some of them some things, but mostly just lived in peace. Weiss had, as Jaune suspected years before, used them as a private army, but she had paid them well to do so. As time went on, more and more techniques which were once necessary for daily survival against Grimm were lost. Huntsman and Huntresses, already living legends in their own time, became mythical to the surviving races. This was only made worse by the continued lifespan of Weiss Schnee. The myth of the Hunters painted them as demigods, turning RWBY and JNPR into gods and goddesses.

So when Weiss claimed to be the last huntress, she was mostly correct.

Jennifer wasn't a huntress, but she was damn skilled regardless.

'Duck. Block. Punch. Blast.' The voice in her head chanted.

'Do you mind?' She thought. 'I'm fighting for our lives here.'

'My little Jen is all grown up.' She could feel the pride behind the snark, even as she scoffed (she wasn't going to roll her eyes in the middle of a fight). 'I remember when you needed my help to fight, and now-'

'Now we're not fighting jerks in the back alley,' Jen thought, flipping over what looked like a griffin. 'We're fighting Grimm. Monsters that shouldn't even exist."

'Less dangerous, honestly.' The voice replied dismissively. 'I've been fighting these since I was like seven.'

Jennifer stumbled a bit at that. 'Excuse me, what?'

Her aura flared, and she let loose a blast of a shotgun into its face. 'Pay attention or let me take over.' The voice snapped.

'You can do that?' Jen let the fear flood her.

'To a degree.' The voice said tersely. A pause. 'Do you want me to?'

Her first response was no. If she was going to die, she'd rather do so because of her own shortcomings. The goddess would either protect her, or she wouldn't. The voice, however, had said she'd done this before. 'Can you keep us alive?'

'Trust me, Jen, I want to keep breathing just as much as you do.'

She took a deep breath. "Do it."

She felt like she was in a tube for a moment, like someone was squeezing by her in a crowded room, and then…

Then she was looking at her body. 'Did you kick me out?'

"Not at all," and if it wasn't surreal enough to hear her voice, it was even weirder to hear it directed at her without her using it. "Trust me. I live in the third person pretty much all the time." She watched as her body brought her fists together. "Now, let's do this."

Jennifer was a girl who lived on the streets. She had done things she wasn't proud of (and things she would never talk about), all in the name of getting food for her sister. She had grown up fighting for everything. Food. Money. Respect. It was the name of the game. When her companion had shown up in her head four years ago, she had improved at fighting by leaps and bounds.

Clearly, she wasn't that good.

The person in her body lunged at the Grimm, forgoing the shotguns in her gauntlets and just running at the beast. Not stopping, she launched herself up, kicking the monster in the face and mounting it. She watched as she (her body, whatever) jammed her fists into the joint at the neck and began directing it where she wanted to go.

This resulted in several Nevermore getting torn apart as the griffin raked its claws over them. A few moments later, the report of her shotguns accompanied the scream of her mount as she flew across the landing platform.

Jennifer just stared in awe and horror as the monsters closed in on her body. She wanted to scream, she wanted to-

Her body caught her eye and winked at her.

With red eyes.

What. The. Fuck?

She was suddenly very glad she wasn't in her body.

The monster in her body didn't seem at all concerned, as a myriad of shotgun shells, punches, and even a few explosions accompanied the flurry of blows and shots that followed the wink. Moments later, the two of them were the only living things on the platform.

Her body fell to its knees. 'I assume you want control again?'

'That easy?'

The uncomfortable squeezing sensation met her again, and she threw her hands out to catch herself as she found herself looking out of her own eyes.

(Had her nose always been that obviously in her way before? Weird.)

'That easy.' The voice replied, smug and obviously pleased. 'Damn, that felt good, even if I'm very obviously rusty.'

If that was rusty, Jennifer was kind of worried about what fully capable was. 'So, now what?'

'I guess we find food.' The voice replied, unusually unsure in its response. 'We survived our "heroic final stand" ™, so I'm not really sure.'

Jen nodded, hearing a craft overhead. 'I just wish we could get off planet.'

'Me too, but I can't.' The voice was bitter. 'I don't know what happens if you do, but I imagine it's bad for me.'

Glancing up through the rain, she could just make out what looked like a bunch more nevermore. A flash of bright white light suddenly cut through everything. 'Is that…a person?'

'Hells. I think it is, and I'm pretty sure I know just who it might be.'

The figure seemed to be jumping from white platform to white platform, bolts of magic hitting the Grimm as she did so. 'Who?'

'You ever heard of Weiss Schnee?'

'The goddess? Yeah, why?'

As she asked, the humanoid bolt of white dropped in front of her and Jennifer did the only thing she could think of.

She fell to her knees and bowed.

Weiss didn't know what she'd expected.

On one hand, she wasn't entirely out of touch. She knew that there was a portion of the population that worshipped RWBY and JNPR, and to a greater degree, herself, as gods and goddesses. She had tried to practice religious tolerance, while giving statements that RWBY had only been mortal.

She tended to get shouted down by the priests and priestesses who were either living embodiments of faith, or just trying to get rich.

She hadn't realized how much she was worshipped by the lower classes, however, until the girl she had come to rescue prostrated herself on the ground as though she was not worthy to even look at her.

She sighed irritably. "Oh, for crying out loud, stand up!" The girl scrambled to her feet immediately, not meeting her gaze. She had a scar across her left cheek, and the gaze of someone who had seen far too much for her fifteen years-if she was even that old.

"Of course, your eminence!"

For fuck's sake. "Call me Weiss, or Miss Schnee if you absolutely must." She pointed to an area on the landing pad, calling a bounce glyph. The girl looked at her in awe. Great, so much for getting rid of the hero worship.

"Goddess, are you here…" She licked her lips. "Are you here to rescue me?"

"No, I came down here for my health," Weiss snarked, uncomfortable with being referred to as a deity. "Obviously I'm here for you, girl." And oh, that smile was far too brilliant. The girl looked as though she had been praying for a day like this.

She probably had.

Deciding that there had been enough delay, she grabbed the girl by the forearm and froze for a moment at the gauntlets the girl was wearing before shoving the thought out of her mind. She squeaked at the sudden grip, but Weiss simply picked her up bridal style and leapt onto her glyph, reveling in the feeling of the wind in her hair as she flew through the air. As she began to slow, she placed another glyph, launching herself further toward the ship, which was now more visible. She was pleased to see the door was still open, and Alyx's flying was keeping the ship intact.

Bouncing between several glyphs, she landed inside, hearing one of her guards slam it shut behind her.

Setting the girl back on her feet, she grabbed her arm, looking at the gauntlets. A now ancient design, with hints of modernization. It wasn't quite hodgepodge, but there were enough exposed portions that it clearly wasn't made with the best materials. Glancing up, she winced at the way the girl immediately looked away, as though she wasn't supposed to be staring.

"What's your name?" Weiss asked, her tone softer now that they were back on the ship.

"Jennifer Watts." The girl was looking anywhere other than her. "Thank you, G- Weiss Schnee."

"Just Weiss," she corrected firmly, before holding up one of the girl's gauntleted arms. "Where did you get these?"

"I made them." She might still be looking elsewhere, but the conviction in her tone left no room for doubt.

"They remind me of…" Weiss shook her head. "One moment." She stuck her head in the cockpit. "Any sign of anyone else?"

Alyx shook her head. "Scanners aren't picking up any signs of life."

Weiss sighed. "I should have left earlier."

"If you think that I would have been keen to stay here then either, you're mistaken." Alyx didn't even look up from her panels. "Can we leave?"

"Take us into orbit." Weiss ordered. "We'll wait until we're sure the planet is gone."

Her friend scowled, but complied. "On it."

Turning back to the girl in the back, Weiss's stomach clenched and she felt the sudden tilt upward as her ship prepared to depart. A dull pain registered in the back of her head, but she pushed it aside. "Are you alright?"

"I'll be fine." The girl replied. "I just…" She paused. "Would you be-that is, Goddess, can a body hold more than one person?"

Weiss felt her stomach clench slightly at the question. She ignored the lack of her name, instead focusing on the girl in front of her. "Occasionally." She answered, in a tone that was a lot calmer than she felt. "Millennia ago there was a man who was rumoured to live forever, sharing bodies with new…people." Her gaze shot down to the gauntlets on the girl's hands. "Do you… know someone like that?"

"She…she wants to speak to you." The girl's voice was barely a whisper. "She thinks- she thinks you know her."

Only centuries of practice kept Weiss from reacting. "If you can, I will admit I am curious." The headache was worsening. She knew that she could make it halfway to the moon before it grew unbearable, and roughly ten minutes outside the Moon's gravity well would knock her unconscious. Fortunately, they weren't going nearly that far.

The girl seemed to be having an internal debate before she finally sighed. A moment later, her gauntlets slid back into bracelets, and she leaned up the wall of the craft. She raised an eyebrow and grinned. "What's up, Weiss?"

"Yang." That one word held more disappointment than she'd intended, and the other girl's face winced a bit.

"Yeah, sorry."

"If you were sent to stop me, you're millennia too late." Weiss wasn't keen on throwing the girl out, but she could always knock her unconscious. Jennifer was still in there, and a long nap wouldn't hurt as much as being abandoned on a self-destructing planet would.

Yang, however, just held up her hands. "Chill, no hate, I swear."

Weiss just raised an eyebrow. "The last duo to hold a position like this was Salem and Ozpin." A couple confused looks came from her guards, but they didn't say anything. "Those two seemed to have anything but a peaceful relationship."

"Yeah, but I'm not Ozpin." Yang chuckled, before adding. "And you're no Salem."

Letting herself relax, if only a bit, Weiss nodded slowly. "On that, we can agree." Silence fell between them for a moment before she asked, "So, why are you here?"

"My host got picked up by her goddess." Yang shrugged, even as Weiss growled a bit at the moniker. "I happened to know you, and I wanted to ask if we could, you know, not leave the planet yet."

"Titles aside," Weiss ignored the smirk from her old teammate. "Why are you here, alive? You died over two thousand years ago."

Yang shrugged again. "Honestly, no idea. One minute, I'm laying on my bed, with everyone telling me they'll be along soon and then… then I'm suddenly sharing headspace with a ten-year-old who's in the middle of a school trip." She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Rinse and repeat for generations and, well, here we are."

"And you never told me." Weiss tried to keep her tone less accusatory, but failed if the way Yang winced was any indication.

"Never really thought you'd believe me." The girl admitted. "For a while I thought I was supposed to play Ozpin to your Salem, but when you weren't, you know, evil and taking over the world, I just kinda left you alone."

Weiss tried not to let that hurt her. Sure, she and Yang hadn't been as close as she and Ruby had been, but it still stung. "I see."

"Besides." Yang added after a minute. "I wasn't really sure how to tell you. I figured I couldn't just walk into your office with a quick 'how's it Yanging?'"

"I would have ordered you shot on principle." Weiss snarked. "Teammate or not, your puns are still awful."

Yang scoffed. "My puns are awesome."

"So, why now?' Weiss got back on topic. "You've been neatly avoiding me for over two millennia, why suddenly reveal yourself?"

Yang let out a breath. "Ignoring the fact that seeing the 'goddess of humanity' is hard to do? I want to make sure that she," the girl motioned to herself, "is safe. We're leaving the planet and, judging from how absolutely miserable I'm feeling, I don't know what kind of damage is going to be done to her mind or body if we're kept away from Remnant too long."

"That I can help with." Weiss shoved by her friend…errr, the body her friend was currently inhabiting, and reached into a cabinet. Pulling out a bottle of pills, she did some mental calculations before handing one to Yang, and taking two herself. "Eat half, I don't think any more will do a fifteen-year old any favors."

"If it matters, she's actually seventeen."

Weiss shook her head. "Considering her size, no, it does not. Give me the other half." When it had been stored safely in a bag, she sighed as she felt the ache in her head fade. "Better?"

Yang made a 'so-so' motion. "Mostly. What is that?"

"That was supposed to let me depart the planet."

"And what does it actually do?"

"Lets me get further away from the planet before I lose my mind to the pain."

"I…see." Yang paused. "We aren't going that far, right? Because I don't think Jen's body really likes being this far away from terra firma."

Weiss shook her head. "No, we're just going to fall into a mid-range orbit about 250 miles up."

Yang just nodded. "Jen wants back in. If you have anything to tell me, I'll hear it, don't worry; and I can communicate with her just fine, so she'll be able to fill you in if you want to."

"You aren't…like the way Ozpin was?" She asked carefully.

Jennifer's face made a disgusted look. "No. I tend to just live with my hosts until they die. I move on, they have a full life. What Oz did was…wrong, and unnecessary."

"Amazing that my opinion of a dead man can fall even further centuries after his death." Weiss looked out the window where the clouds were nearly gone. "If you need more pills, let me know."

"Thanks, Weiss." A moment later her posture changed as she steadied herself on the wall.

"Thank you, Goddess."

Jennifer was somewhere between horrified, and awed.

You're Yang Xiao Long!

This is why that fact usually stays secret.

I'm…I'm part goddess!

Not to rain on your parade, but you really aren't.

But Weiss Schnee recognized you!

Yes, but she literally just told you neither of us are goddesses.

But all the stories say-

The ship vibrated a bit and Jennifer grabbed the wall to steady herself. The goddess had headed to the front to talk with the pilot. She heard the words "gravity waves' and glanced out the nearby window.

'Well. That's not in one piece anymore.'

The voice, Yang Xiao Long, had always been a master of understatement. Part of the planet had been sheared off and was crumbling away from the rest.

"What the hells?"

'That's why we insist we aren't gods, Jen. We don't destroy humanity just because you aren't all worshiping us.'

The ship rocked again, and she saw another blast tear the remaining planet in half. Fire and electricity arced up from the wound. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time.

'Hmmm. Hey, Jen?"

"Yeah?" She breathed, not tearing her eyes from the dying planet far below her. She heard cursing from the pilot, and the Goddess telling her to prepare for evasive maneuvers.

'Three things. First, stick with Weiss if you can. She can always use all the help she can get; even if she gets prickly about it.'

As if she would ever leave her goddess' side if she was given a choice. 'Obviously.'

'Great. Second, look out for your sister. Weiss will help you find her. Just tell her, and nothing will stop her.'

'I-'

'Wonderful, glad we're on the same page.' The voice cut her off before she could voice her concern that the Goddess wouldn't want to help her. 'Finally, and this is the most important part. Know that I'm proud of you, Jen. You're gonna be amazing someday. Hells, you're amazing now.'

'What?'

'Take care of yourself.' The voice was starting to dim. 'I spent too much time helping you out to just let you fall apart.'

'Where are you going?'

Quiet amusement and longing filtered through to her. 'To see my sister, I hope.'

'But-'

'Goodbye, Jennifer Watts. Let Weiss know I'm not mad at her. She'll get mad at herself otherwise.' The voice was barely above a whisper now.

'Yang…why?' The question went unanswered, and for the first time she was truly alone. She hadn't been alone…ever, now that she thought about it. First there was her mother, then her sister when her mother was gone, and even though her companion-Yang, as she'd just learned-had arrived when she was thirteen, she had always had someone.

The ship rocked a bit, and suddenly loud cursing came from the front. Weiss Schnee raced past her, reaching for a first-aid kit. Her fumbling hands came away with one of the pen-stitchers that were so often used for small injuries.

"Almost three thousand years, and I finally lost it." A bitter laugh came from the goddess. She looked at Jennifer, who averted her eyes quickly. She felt rather than saw the goddess sit down across from her. "What happened?"

She took a deep breath. Of course, Weiss Schnee was a goddess. Keeping secrets was never going to work. "Yang's… She's…"

"Gone?" Jennifer nodded silently. "Look at me." The command was firm, and she carefully met the goddess' gaze. "Here." Jennifer stared at the offered tissue, uncomprehendingly. Weiss Schnee sniffed slightly, and wiped her face. "You have tears all over." She grabbed another tissue. "Here." She repeated firmly. This time Jennifer carefully reached out and took the offered tissue.

Carefully wiping her eyes, she remembered one of the things Yang told her. "She…She wanted me to tell you that she wasn't mad at you."

"That sounds like her." The goddess shook her head, something like fond agitation coloring her tone. Looking out the window, she glared. "Damned gods."

"They did this?" Jennifer felt horrified, looking at what was quickly becoming an asteroid field as the pieces of Remnant continued to split, again and again.

"Yes." Weiss Schnee's voice was cold. "There weren't enough worshippers for them. Not enough people fell on their faces and declared them infallible."

"Why would we?" Jennifer demanded. "You've helped us, protected us for generations. We worship you, not them!"

The goddess' face darkened a bit at that. "Not that I asked for that, but it was just another reason for their actions, I'm sure."

Jennifer watched as another explosion tore one of the larger chunks apart. "What's…what's going to happen?"

"Once this stops," Weiss Schnee motioned to the implosions out the window, "We're heading to the next planet over, Parel."

"Can we…" The goddess' gaze snapped back to her, and she swallowed nervously. "Can I find my sister?"

"As soon as we get to the planet." Weiss Schnee nodded. "I will help you find your sister."

"You don't have to-" The goddess just waved her words away.

"It's the least I can do." She glanced back out the window. "Your home is gone now. I am mortal again." She took a deep breath. "It is about time I looked to my legacy." A smile flitted over her face. "In some ways, it's almost fitting that the last of the team should inherit the dynasty I created."

"Um-"

"Don't worry." Weiss Schnee caught her gaze. "We have quite a bit of time to get revenge on the gods."

Hey, Block here,

At this point in time, this is where the timeline leaves us behind. More happens, obviously, but the hows and wherefores are intentionally vague. The who's; not so much.

But it may not be so forever.

In a different universe- a cracked keystone if you will -one in which Yang's soul doesn't untether itself from Jen, she remains part of the intragalactic action that follows; and shapes the ultimate form of Team RWBY's Legacy.

Of course, that kind of story wouldn't be written (or posted) until this series is finally finished.

Probably.