Victoria admired the beautiful display of lights and magic firing up into the air, cascading down along with the rain and glimmering with the hope of their guild. She had no magic to offer up, so instead she pointed her right index finger up into the air, a gesture Master Makarov had used since as long as she could remember. That gesture gave everyone in the guild such happiness, as well as the strength to press on. That's what the guild was doing; moving on. Tomorrow would be the ultimate test to prove that they could do it. Instead of moping around the guild, Victoria was determined to soldier on and go back to taking requests like she used to. She stared over to Jacob, who was shooting his Lunar Magic up into the sky. Jacob usually tagged along with Victoria's missions for the past few weeks he'd been at the guild, but perhaps it was time Victoria told him to find a team. He'd have to learn to open up to more people around the guild. For now, she let him be. Jacob couldn't think of a better way to send off their fallen friends. The once gloomy sky was now ablaze with magic, and it just kept on coming. Raising his fists into the air, another dark blue magic circle materialized. Shots of light fired up into the sky before erupting into makeshift fireworks of dust and magic. Everyone was eagerly awaiting the newly appointed Master Laxus for an encouraging word of some sorts. Victoria stood from her spot near the graves, staring up at Laxus and Lockheart.