"And the winner of the Mayoral Election is... GoodTimesWithScar!!!!!" Ren announced.

Cheers resonated from the crowd of hermits as Scar ducked his head shyly.

"That was a blast, huh? With the campaign races and all that. Season 7 has really kicked off well." Xisuma commented.

Mumbo watched as Scar dug down a few blocks before towering back up in his mayoral outfit. "Yeah, especially with the Head Games and the button to start everything off."

"Can't forget Tag 2: Electric Boogaloo." Xisuma added. "I'm glad that piece of season 6 carried over, even if Iskall was the one to start it."

"That and the fact it sorta lost it's glory from the Head Games. It was still fun though." Mumbo noted.

The two hung back as the rest of the hermits followed Scar into the Town Hall.

"It's still so quiet, reminds me of season 5. Sure stuff happened, but it's just..." Mumbo trailed off, tip-toeing around the topic.

Xisuma placed a hand on the hermit's shoulder. "I know these past few months have been hard for you. They've been hard for everyone who... who was there."

"It's just so different without him. It's so... so normal."

"I'd have to agree with you on that. Last season was probably the most fun season so far."

A comfortable silence swept over the two, as they watched the rest of the players trickle out of the town hall.

"Xisuma?"

"Yeah?"

"Is it weird... Is it strange that I still hold out hope. Hope he's still.. somehow... well it's pretty silly but-"

Xisuma let out a sad chuckle. "It's not silly Mumbo, it's grief. I think all of us still hope, but eventually we just have to accept it."

Mumbo was quiet for a few more seconds before he pulled a shulker out of his inventory. "I finished gathering the final materials."

"Do you want to head over now? I don't have anything on my agenda, and I'd be happy to help."

"Of course, X."

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"I'm still amazed at how this place naturally spawned in. A little garden fully enclosed by cliffs." Xisuma breathed.

"And that's why it's perfect." Mumbo set down the shulker on a rock and opened it. "Not to mention, it's a favorite place for parrots."

Xisuma glanced around the small area. Scar had stumbled across this area when he was looking for a place for his starter base. It was basically a large, cylindrical hole in one of the large hills of the jungle, which had a beautiful garden with bushes, flowers, and trees. It was so reminiscent of Grian's atrium, that everyone had collectively agreed it would be the location of the memorial.

Mumbo had taken on the responsibility of gathering all the materials and building it, bit by bit. He was putting on the finishing touches today.

Xisuma watched as Mumbo placed each block with care. He, of course, wasn't the only one who had worked on the area. Cleo had worked some armour stand magic, Scar had lit up the place with some of his new "wizard crystals" that hung in the air, and Stress had done some flower planting. 

Other Hermits had put their own touches on the garden as well, like Etho, who put his gardening service to a good use and placed a couple beehives in order to keep Stress's flowers healthy and pollinated.

"It's finally finished." Mumbo's voice was quiet as he picked up the now-empty shulker and stepped back to admire his work.

Xisuma smiled. "It just needs one more touch." He pulled up an admin screen and quickly typed in a command before pulling two blocks from his inventory: a few barrier blocks, and an end crystal. He quickly placed them where he wanted, and stepped back to admire the garden with Mumbo.

It was a peaceful clearing, lit up by the crystals. Faint buzzing and chirping could be heard from the trees that lined the area. Foxglove and Bluebells were planted in a circle around the memorial, with a trail of smooth stepping-stones leading up the the base.

The shrine itself was made from obsidian and quartz, contrasting the statue in an eye-catching way. The statue was of Grian sitting cross-legged on a platform, wings spread and with a quiet expression, eyes closed. Around him were smaller statues, each a memento of the events he'd caused last season. A banner for the Civil War, a tag for Tag, a mini dragon for the Build-off, a sword for the Head Hunt, a cactus for Sahara, a chicken for the Poultry-man shenanigans, a beacon for the Area 77 nonsense, and a music disk for all the music he's spread. And above his head, suspended by some admin magic and surrounded by barrier blocks was an end crystal. With the way Grian's arms were positioned, it almost looked as if Grian had cast the crystal as a spell.

"If there's any slim, tiny chance that you survived, I hope you can see this, and see how much we love and miss you." Xisuma whispered quietly.

And if there was any slim, tiny chance Xisuma would hear him, Grian would've told him he did.

END

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A/n: If you want to draw a cover for this fic, please finish it soon. I'd prefer to choose the official cover for this before I publish the sequel bc as of now I only have 1 entry, and I don't think it's fair to choose while others are still making theirs. Just a friendly reminder :3

And so that is it! I will go through this book and take out the endnotes and the update chapter, and the the huge spell check/polish up, and this book will be officially complete.

I can't believe it's been exactly three months since I wrote the prologue. This has been such a fun ride, and y'all have been with me every step of the way. Reading your comments really motivated me to continue with this, and I'm eternally grateful for this. This is the first work I have ever finished. Thank you.

I love you all so much :) I will see you in the sequel!

Stay Safe my fellow Seekers!

~Luna