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Chapter 73: Protocol Juggernaut (3)
The Juggernaut exploded forwards, as Void shot out the vent, his feet touched the ground and he scrambled backwards. The mechanical behemoth defied gravity as its jagged limbs tore into the thick metal walls.

It rushed forwards towards the small vent, with no intention of stopping, the rail guns locked on as hundreds of bullets pierced the secret entrance's hull.

Void pushed himself up as he prepared for Armageddon, the juggernaut's thrusters roared as it rammed through the walls, leaving behind a gargantuan hole, as dust clouds erupted in the barren plains of the cosmodrome.

Void's figure blended into the chaos, "Obsidian, eta."

"The Squad's five minutes away. We'll have to hold him off."

His eyes narrowed as two smoke bombs dropped from his palms and rolled away, erupting into a thick miasma of smog that covered the entire perimeter. Void's translucent figure was now completely hidden.

Juggernaut's sensors locked in on his energy, yet it was as if Void was everywhere and no where at all. He was fully immersed within the fog, causing the behemoth to erratically shift as its guns failed to track.

Utterly lost, the gargantuan arachnoid halted, fully on alert as its eye widened, focusing on all movements, down to the most minute ones.

But what it wasn't prepared for, was a feral frenzy. A tango of sheer speed, lethality and one damn cheeky bastard.

A smile crept on Void's lips, he revealed himself, the thick mist forming a faint silhouette that faced the Juggernaut. He put one foot forward and raised both hands.

Daggers akimbo, Void teased with a tantalizing flick of his fingers.

"Oi, catch me, if you ca-."

The instant the words slipped from his lips, Juggernaut raised both guns as a frenzy of deafening heavy rounds shredded the misty silhouette and it burst apart, scattering as it flushed hundreds of fog clouds its way.

Sensing a looming threat, Juggernaut jerked around and rammed into fog as it scattered away once more.

"Looking for me?"

Bullets barely grazed the flickering figure in the mist. all manners of calculations ran inside the machine's head, yet it couldn't grasp what was happening.

Void shot forward from a plume of smoke, ferociously swiping his dagger across one leg, the Juggernaut tried to jerk away, but Void countered with a clean slice that barely scratched its hull, yet left a corrosive mark.

The next instant, before it could respond, Void darted back into the smoke. Stumbling backwards Juggernaut swerved and fired around pre-emptively, hitting absolutely nothing, as it felt something stirring above.

Void slammed a kick into its dome, as a tremor pulsed, Juggernaut caught a glimpse of him, hurling its entire body towards Void.

But milliseconds before it crashed into him, Void's feet lightly tapped cracked ground and he flickered away, sliding underneath the megaton behemoth he deftly carved its shell.

Recovering perfectly, Void jolted to his feet, sliding out to the fog, he flickered.

Juggernaut roared, entering into a furious rage, decades of corrosion had slowed it down. Unable to keep track of Void, it danced with vigor hoping to catch him in the aftermath.

Bullets rained as Void dashed in and out, each step, each stride, each blow of his blade, timed to the last instant. Void's figure was akin to a haze, ferocious, and unseen.

"Arrows, NOW."

Tevis's voice broke the mould as Void let go of his spectral blades. An intense suppressive light captured the air itself. Juggernaut, blinding by the rage was unable to see it.

But Void looked to the skies. Thin streaks of light pierced the very horizon as they descended upon them, akin to heavenly judgement.

"Good luck bud."

Void waved him off, because he sure as hell wasn't staying to feel that blow. His figure turned translucent, as he scattered into mist, warping away to a seemingly safe distance.

What followed, was exactly what he expected. Void was barely outside the blast radius, he felt the harrowing suppressive energy flushing the entire plain. Toxic enough to corrode his own bones in an instant.

A second later, it erupted, yanking anything misfortunate enough to be close, parasitic tendrils sprouted like chains, draining energy from anything remotely alive.

Void sucked in a cold breath. In front of him, was the pinnacle achievement of Nightstalkers, this total annihilation was Shadowshot extinction.

"I'd take a step back if I were you."

Tevis appeared behind him and gently pulled him back, the enormous crater seemed to expand as poisonous fumes permeated the collapsing shockwave, creating a dead-zone at the centre.

The Nightstalker's gathered around, surrounding Void, many held questioning glares. But most of all, genuine awe.

"Way to go dumbass." Levi slapped him upside the head.

Void clicked his tongue, "Oi, I am the victim. I was just scavenging."

Levi scoffed, "Yeah, some real treasure you've dug up."

The squad broke into laughter, as Levi and Void squabbled. Tevis stepped in and separated the two, a somber frown etched on his face.

"Easy, it's not over, keep your guards up." His hands slipped to the side and grasped his curved daggers, coated with an onyx light. The rest of the squad felt an uneasy shiver run down their spines, their instincts implored them to look back.

Through the cataclysmic deadfall, the Juggernaut trudged closer, its entire hull decomposed and decaying, its legs giving out. Yet the emotionless red glare in his eyes said all that needed to be said.

"How's it still standing." Void felt awe, the gargantuan arachnoid was on its last legs, its sturdy frame marred with corroded burns, a feverish light continued to devour its pieces.

"Don't be surprised, he's just a husk of himself. But in his heyday that bastard ruled the cosmodrome tunnels." His daggers flashed, Tevis took one step forward, flickering ahead.

Taking a stance, Tevis faced the behemoth, the red glow in its eyes flared up, as if recalling the past, "Arachnoid's are a popular android type. Their chasse is impenetrable, and they move at feral speeds. To the untrained lightbearers, this thing will be their end."

He put one leg ahead of the other, taking a low stance as his daggers flared to the side.

Tevis appeared to stand still. Yet the next instant, only an afterimage remained, he silently phased above the Juggernaut, inches away from its dome.

"It's only weakness, is the head. Secured by thick steel."

The mechanical abomination struggled to trace Tevis's speed, it looked up. An instant later, was death.

The red hue in its visor disappeared, the last thing it saw, a seamless onyx slash cleaving its head apart. Its thick dome tumbled to the ground, as strength drained from its legs, the gargantuan arachnoid crumbled apart.

"But with the right technique, I'd say its still possible." Tevis flawlessly landed, his moves barely left a whisper. He was a phantom, the only evidence of his technique, was the dissected carcass of the machine.

Void grabbed the tumbling sphere rocking near his feet and held it up. 'Damn, Rasputin must've been a real nutcase to even make this.'

"Count your stars Void, you're damn lucky to have met this bastard in the state it was. A few decades earlier, and it would've eaten ten of you alive." Tevis walked back, clearly not happy with his apprentice.

Not only had Void magically released this horror, he had also created a real headache with paperwork. How was he supposed to explain the reemergence of The Juggernaut. He could already hear the warlock's and their incessant questions.

Tevis felt a burning pain pulse through his mind. "How the hell did you even get there. We made sure the place was sealed, and we closed all the f*cking gates."

"No one outside our squad knew of its location. Was the goddamn light cage not enough of a hint, you daft bastard? Keep your hands off the shit you can't afford to mess with."

Bombarded with insults, Void immediately sought to explain, but he was quickly shut out by the rest of the squad, who were keen on pelting some affectionate words of their own.

"OK, ok ok. Look, I just squeezed through the gaps and tracked the remnant traces, if anything its you guys doing a dogshit job at hiding yourself."

The squad rolled their eyes, but they let him continue.

"Either way, I did not wake it up. You might think I am crazed for loot, but even I can take a hint. When I saw the light cage, I left. Simple as that."

"You're really expecting me to believe that horseshit? I made that cage myself, there's no goddamn way it broke on its own. Something definitely broke it open." Levi immediately disagreed.

Void nodded, "That's what I am saying, I didn't, but something did. As I left, the waves got unusually rough. You might not believe me, but the tremors shook the entire cavern. Once that happened, all the mines were triggered."

"Before I knew it, everything was hazy, and the cage broke open."

"Not buyin it. Your dumbass probably tripped over it." Levi shrugged.

"You definitely need to work on your standup." Bandit clicked his tongue and chuckled.

"That's bullshit, you gotta trust me." Void looked around, pleading for some help. Naturally, all the Nightstalkers were well versed with the sly crocodile tears after screwing up. So he got no sympathy.

'Rough waves. Tremors.' Tevis muttered to himself.

While the squad quarrelled, debating whether or not Void was just finding excuses, Tevis peered at the night sky. He pondered as he searched for the moon. But alas, it was missing, or perhaps, just faded.

'The lunar cycle doesn't add up.' If anything, right now was the time for a full moon. Instead, its glow was diminished, and the lunar halo was no where to be seen. The night sky seemed bright, subtly wrapped in a ghastly blanket.

Starlight glimmered, shining brilliantly, yet there was an eerie hue to it all. He didn't understand it, nor could he put it into words. Yet Tevis checked his transponder, whatever it was. The others had definitely noticed too.




Ikorra paced in her study, a small room at the tower's peak. Decorated with books and grimoires she had collected over the ages. Her mind encumbered with the city's future. She reflected upon herself.

But something was wrong. Tonight felt restless. Her gaze lingered at the traveler, the great machine nourishing the last city.

" Centuries passed, humanity fell, yet you remained. What was the cost for such a fate? What is it that you expect from us?"

A subtle frown crept on her face. Her eyes wavered, as she looked to her feet. She knew all too well, the light was a blessing, yet it brought trials.

Her transponder rang, several urgent codes flashed. She wasn't alone, the Vanguard was notified of several calls, of critical proportions.

"For humanity, there is no cost too great."

Ikorra resolved herself as she answered, "Ikorra Ray, Vanguard. Speak."

Silence echoed, a muffled voice broke through, barely heaving for breaths. Whoever it was, seemed frightened, and anxious. There was a deep primal fear etched in each syllable he uttered.

And he uttered only once, through clenched teeth, as if every bone in his body wished it was a dream.

"...They took the moon.... He's here. We couldn't stop him. Hide, you must hide. The light, has abandoned us."


A/N: If you've enjoyed reading till now, do react to the posts, or comment. I appreciate any interaction! The next arc is very impactful.
 
Chapter 74: The Consensus Divided
Turbulent clouds brewed in the horizon, the seemingly calm night sky was just a façade, as chaos spiralled across the tower.

An eerie and sinister gaze coveted the earth, and it could no longer be hidden. Those under the ghastly moonlight felt a blood-curdling fear, a chill spread through their bones. The consensus grew anxious, as all high ranking guardians were gathered in the Speaker's hall.

Solemn faces winced, aghast and appalled. Countless questions sprouted, but no one held the answers. The Vanguard were silent, subjected to the dire circumstances, all eyes fell on the heralds of the last city.

In these dire times, as all hope seemed lost, the speaker, presiding in his chair, spoke up. His soothing voice resounded, as the chilling cold seemed to fade.

"An ancient enemy has resurfaced. As you all must know, our lunar scouts were ambushed and annihilated. All forms of communication have been cut off. The moon, is lost."

Faction heads, team leaders and elite guardians nervously shifted in their chairs. A stifling silence seized the room. Disquieted and unable to respond, their utter belief in the Traveler was shaken. Were they not the chosen? Had they not sacrificed? How had they lost?

The speaker sensed these tensions, as he took a pause. He glanced at those disheartened.

"The Hive, who we thought had vanished from Luna, buried themselves deep within its surface. Aiming to strike back. Now, they attack, aiming to take everything from us once again."

He stood up, guiding the eyes of the room to the window. Stepping out from the table, the speaker traced his hands over the dim halo emanating from the great machine. The great will behind its existence remained resolute, filling the speaker with strength.

"We, are the last of the light. Survivors of a great collapse. The first to rise and the last to fall. The risen who banished the dark. We are the champions of humanity."

His gaze carried warmth, a distinct aura exuded, filling those around him with light.

"We are guardians, and our light, will not be extinguished."

The warlock's rose to their feet, the titans approached closer. The hunters remained quiet, yet their eyes had changed, carrying a dangerous killing intent.

Zavala took the lead, his hands tapped the table, calling for their attention.

" We've pushed back the hive once, at the burning lakes. But the city needs time. We've spent far too many resources on the Ahamkara excursion. The consensus must decide the next move."

The faction leaders grimaced, they too had paid a steep price to execute the Ahamkara, however, could they support such a war campaign again? No, that wasn't the question.

A single glance around the room made it painfully obvious, those that back out now were worse than scum. Their very existence was at question. Future War Cult, Dead Orbit and New Monarchy, all were under intense scrutiny.

The Elites had already made up their minds. To them, attacking Luna was the Hive setting their eyes back on Earth.

Omar Agah, an elite gunslinger was disgruntled. The Battle of Burning Lake was the greatest disaster in his eyes. Although they had pretty much exterminated the majority of Hive colonies from earth, the cost was far too great.

The titan orders felt the same, Vell Tarlowe of the Pilgrim Guard, Gunnvor from the First Pillar Order, Calisto Yin of Firebreak, Han JungHee of Stoneborn and Blythe-8 from the Sun Legion. All elites were in unrest.

Praxic Fire and the captains of the hunter regiments, Tevis and Sai were present. Although they were directly under the Vanguard, their standing within the consensus was well respected.

All were silent. Yet each guardian present had a burning desire to avenge the ones they had lost, to push back their enemy and reclaim their moon.

The room grew dimmer, the floor creaked as Lord Shaxx sauntered to the centre table. His stride was calm, releasing a suffocating pressure that yanked air from their lungs. Suddenly, an air of respect rose from the guardians present.

Ears perked up, as all faces turned to Warlord. Unlike his boisterous and jovial nature, Shaxx seemed distant and worrisome.

"It is true that we must strike back. However, striking at an unknown enemy is a gamble. We cannot risk the fate of humanity on such a thing. We stood together at Burning Lake, and the Hive we faced were ruthless."

A sullen and melancholic memory flushed the room, those present could hear the grief woven within his words. Shaxx fell quiet, recalling his final battle.

"There were thousands, Knights wielding blades inscribed with sinister magic, wizards with indecipherable sorcery aiming to decant our very souls."

"A hundred thralls ambushed each of us, held us down till their armies reaped our light. We were powerless. Their swords devoured our might, their magic and arcane showed wisdom and cunning beyond us."

"Oceans soiled with their corrupted corpses, the dirt beneath our feet, soaked in toxic blood, rendering it barren. The Skies marred with a legion of magicians, armed with their grimoires and rituals. Yet, we persevered, and survived."

His words rang out, yet many were dissatisfied with his intended message. Shaxx noticed their eyes growing sharper.

"Attacking the Hive on the moon is a fools endeavor. We know nothing of their tactics. Their Sword and sorcery will cut through our Light. We cannot afford such a fight."

"Lord Shaxx, had it not been you, such words would signify cowardice." Lakshmi-2 chimed in, her eyes drifting to the various elites gathered. Although her words earned her a sharp glare from certain titans, the exo continued shamelessly.

"The Future War Cult exists to address such difficult campaigns. No matter the risk, we will never back down."

Shaxx clenched his teeth, an audible grit resounded, his hands dropped to the table.

"You do not understand their power. Your warriors have faced mere imitations on earth. Our enemies are far stronger than you could ever perceive. This is no time for false bravado."

The instant the warlord dropped his hands, many guardians instinctively raised their guards. Suffice to say Shaxx's outburst caused the Consensus to split apart. The room was no longer amicable for discussion.

Naturally, the Vanguard issued a few days notice to decide their final vote. To the war mongers, it was a clear attempt at collecting extra resources, whereas those supporting a more cautious response found it a good way to settle the Consensus.

None knew the exact stance of the Vanguard, however, one thing was certain. The Consensus had no choice but to decide the fate of the city.




[Vanguard Quarters]

"This is madness!"

The door to Zavala's room slammed open, a furious titan on the other end.

"Lord Shaxx."

"We barely eked out a victory at Burning Lake. Has the Consensus not read my report? You need to see reason, Zavala."

"We're preparing-"

"Zavala, you cannot think this is wise. Those swords, we need to study them further, to train against them."

"Lord Shaxx."

"We're not ready, the city is not ready."

Zavala heaved a sigh, "That is a matter for the consensus to decide, old friend."
 
Chapter 75: Greed and Discord
Void crouched, scuttling across, his eyes shifting side to side, he deftly took cover behind the Cryptarch's tent. The winds howled as a gust of air flushed through the empty Courtyard. Levi stood patiently to the side as Void continued with his stealth antics.

"Dude, I told you, there's no one here. Everybody's too goddamn busy with the Consensus. Can you please just hurry up."

"Aren't you the escort here? Do something." Void retorted.

"What? You want me to princess carry your ass? Get UP, and walk."

"Man keep your goddamn voice down, what if they see me." Void immediately hushed him as he lowered to the ground.

"See you? You're f*cking crawling in broad daylight. I HOPE they see you. You spent, TWENTY minutes to walk from the Hangar. Get off your goddamn ass, or I swear I'll throw you down this tower."

Void clicked his tongue as he paced towards Banshee's stall, "Fine, I'll do it myself. For the record, you're a horrible body guard."

Levi shrugged him off as he leaned against the wall, his eyes focused on his transponder. He could feel it, soon, their Captain would definitely drop a huge bomb on them.

"Banshee, you got the goods?" Void swiftly slide over his work order. Naturally, there was no way the gunsmith would even remotely recall who the order was for without a token.

"Hmm....Ah yes. The blade. Give me, a moment." The gunsmith rummaged around in the back, as he fiddled with the caches, eventually he pulled out a black case, marked with the same token symbol.

"The weapon is extraordinary. It's blade is sensitive and utilizes the light. I'd suggest you try it out soon." He handed over the case as Void held out his wrist.

"How much would that set me back?"

Banshee calculated the cost, and deducted the glimmer.

"250,000. No refunds."

Void raised a brow, "You sure? Thought I'd definitely owe you more."

"City's going through a rough patch. Since last night, Consensus pushed for more weapons. Cost is a bit lower due to the lenient workshops looking to aid guardians."

"Is that so." Void took the blade and pondered on the gunsmith's words. He nodded and walked off the side, a notification appeared to the side.

[ Received 1x Zamyr's Requiem ]

Zamyr's Requiem

Rank: Legendary (Uninfused)

" A lament, an Odyssey, a pilgrimage to ascension, shattered through fate but bound by vows. "

Perks:

(Fated): Only those chosen can hear its cries, the blade answers to its wielder.

(Hunger): Feast on the paracausal paradigm, an ever-shifting gradient dividing the light and dark. Consume the souls of your enemies. The blade will ascend, and fulfill the lament of an everlasting wish.

(Locked): ------ Infusions Required

(Locked): ------ Infusions Required


He carefully took out the sword from its cache. The blade felt balanced, its edges were sharp. With one swing, Void estimated the blade was perfect for his style. A lightweight sword, for lethal and instant kills.

Void's palms wrapped around the hilt as he took out its scabbard, although he hadn't asked for one, Banshee was wise enough to include it. He sheathed the sword, and fastened the scabbard to his side, it's magnetic pulsors syncing with the armor.

"Alright, let's go."

Levi leaned off the wall and headed towards the stairs, "Where to?"

Void pointed his finger down, "I've gotta collect some armor. Workshops were on it."

"Alright money man, you make the moves." The two found the elevator shaft and leapt off, hurling themselves down.




Deep within the Tower's maze, a few floors below the Vanguard's own, Jalaal Dead Orbit's Archon sat in his chair, his eyes drifting to the flood of messages he received in support of the war.

A somber frown etched on his face, the situation was tense, his teeth dug into his lips. It was as if the city itself wanted to swallow his faction. He knew of his own fireteams, what they had suffered through the Ahamkara.

Dead Orbit's objective was not to fight senselessly, but to search the infinite cosmos for a new home. He had no idea how he got roped into this mess.

They were not ready for the moon. Not ready to face the hive. Jalaal's transponder rang, as he read a few messages, his eyes widened. His previous worries were displaced as the Arach leaned back, fingers tapping the table, he contemplated.

A sudden jolt ran through his veins, Jalaal's gaze hardened, shifting towards the door.

"I don't recall giving out invitations."

"And I don't recall needing any." Lakshmi-2 sauntered into his chambers, her bionic pupils analyzing every minute expression he made, a sly smirk crept on her face.

"Worried?"

"That is none of your concern. I suppose you war mongers are ready to pounce? To think you'd go against Shaxx. You've about lost your mind." His fingers traced the desk, nearing a button.

"There's no need to rush."

A holographic file jumped from her hands and landed on the desk, expanding into a window.

" The lunar expedition is far more than you think. If we succeed, the city will have a beach head to the solar system. Expeditions that would take months to supply would double their efficiency. Mars, Venus, Jupiter, they're so close, yet so far."

Jalaal's face twitched, his eyes immediately ran through the file. Slowly the color of his face returned to its original hue, greed bloomed in his heart.

"So, you've come to us because? The occasion is dire, but I've not forgotten your cult's motto. This, doesn't sound like you."

Lakshmi rolled her eyes as she fanned him with her hand, "You know what they say, beggars can't be choosers. The expedition is more than our ideology, the City can finally do more. All that's left, is for me to lead it."

The hunter's pale white face turned a shade of faint blue, he leaned back in his chair, thought racing in his mind.

"Pray tell, where does Dead Orbit fit in your grand scheme of war crimes, cult leader."

Lakshmi's gaze settled on the hunter, an amused glare followed. "Please, dear Archon. The cult doesn't need you. You, need us. I'm simply extending an olive branch. As much as I'd hate to admit it, your ships are phenomenal. "

"Maintaining those supply lines is not in the cards for our fighters. But for your freights? I suppose your cowa-"

Jalaal's eyes turned dark, Lakshmi immediately shifted her tone.

"Pacifists. Your pacifists would be far more skilled at such work, yes?"

Jalaal chuckled as he put away the file. He was definitely amused as he pressed the button on his desk, causing Lakshmi to frown.

"Forgive me cult leader, for all these years of offences. This time, your just a tad bit slower."

A brief silence followed as the two matched glares, the door to his chambers opened, and a familiar voice echoed.

"Cult leader, Arach Jalaal." Executor Hideo nodded as he made his presence known.

Lakshmi fell silent, her previous bravado gone, replaced with a icy glare.

"Cult leader, I don't suppose you informed our Arach that you've offered the same deal to us? No, I suppose not. I don't suppose you told him that you planned to cause a bidding war? Sowing discord and reaping what's left, is that your war plan, cult leader?"

Jalaal stood from his chair as he swiped a different file, which expanded holographically for the trio to see.

"It seems like your olive branch is rotten, similar to your intentions. Unfortunately for you, I suppose we will be deciding the terms now. Of course, that's if your cult truly doesn't need either of us."

"So, what will it be, cult leader?"
 
Chapter 76: Fated Future
[Workshops]

A thud resounded as Levi and Void dropped to the bottom of the elevator shaft.

"Didn't think you'd have to take so many loopholes for the workshop." Levi dusted himself off and walked to the door.

Void flashed his token and continued descending the stairs. Albeit this time, the factions weren't here to hinder his movements. The Consensus had ensured that all their people were accounted for.

"You should've seen the first time I came. Practically played hide and seek with those bastards." Void messaged the Daito workshop about his arrival, ready to collect the armor.

Levi traced his fingers along the wall, a fine layer of dust smudged across his palm, "So you're sure about this Chiyoko?"

"Are you doubting Daito right now? Aren't they backed by the city?" Void chuckled.

"No, not Daito, but I'd think twice about getting work done here without good connections. Place reeks of red tape and proxies." Levi glanced around, put off by the workshop clutter.

Void's transponder rang, he paced towards the door indicated on his map.

"Relax, I've got ways of knowing if they tampered with anything."

A red hologram flashed on the door's handle as Void knocked. Unlike last time, the place seemed far more "professional". It seemed Chiyoko had done some well needed cleaning.

The lock turned green as the door handle spun out, the door revolved and opened on its own. The room was dark. Chiyoko stood in the center, a luminescent shield hovered over her as a large mask covered her face.

She held a slim laser, sparks ignited as Chiyoko carved intricate details onto the armor, giving it some final touches. Her wrists buzzed green as she took of her mask and put the laser welder aside, her eyes shifting to the door.

"Finally, I thought you'd never come to collect this." Chiyoko turned off her shield and stepped outside the work bay, removing the protective suit restricting her movement.

Void fanned off the subtle smoke flowing his away, his eyes fell on the pristine armor set mounted on workstation. Crafted with the finest Ahamkara bones, the armor seemed dense.

At a closer glance, it was polished to perfection, sharp scales lined its sides, a ghastly aura lingered near the gauntlets. The entire armor set had also incorporated various alloys to allow for the best durability.

"Beautiful isn't it? Light infused tungsten for the chest piece, bones and ship-grade polymer for the cloak so it won't ever tear. Thing won't ever make a sound, all stealth. The scales are as lethal as knives, polished the edges myself."

Chiyoko unlocked the work station as the bench automatically inclined upright, showing all the items on display, a click resounded as the armor was unlocked and ready to take off, "Why don't you give it a try."

Void didn't hesitate as he swapped out each armor piece swiftly, suiting up within minutes. Finally, he donned the cloak and put on his hood. He felt a strange energy coat his body. The armor felt, strong to say the least.

'Almost getting those new car vibes.' Void murmured to himself, throwing a punch or two as he adjusted the gauntlets.

-
{Legendary Guardian System}

Name: Void Blade

Level: 40 (Max Lv.)

Light Level: 223

Subclass: Nightstalker Shadowfiend (Lv 7/10) (Shadowshot Deadfall/Spectral Blades)

[Weapons]:

Primary: Vestian Dynasty (Sidearm)

Secondary: Grimm Citizen III (Auto Rifle)

Heavy: Zamyr's Requiem (Sword)

[Gear]:

Helmet: Skull of Bones (220 LL)

Grips: Young Ahamkara Spine (214 LL)

Chest: Vest of the Great Hunt (220 LL)

Strides: Boots of Eao (224 LL)

Class Item: Cloak of the Great Hunt (230 LL)

=

Combat Perks: (10 Unlocked)

~Spectral Mastery: During combat, move with a flurry of dashes, your figure flickers, confusing your enemies.

~Spectral Shade: In combat, enemies have a higher probability of losing your presence if you break line of sight.

~Sixth Sense: As a hunter, you're able to sense danger a fraction of a second before it occurs.

~ Dagger mastery: As a skilled blade master you're able to masterfully wield daggers whether it is in long or short range encounters.

~Void Imbalance: Grenades are likely to explode immediately when shot with void weapons or void energy.

~Acrobats Dodge: Masterfully dodge your opponents, successful attack dodges allow instant counters and parries.

~Advanced Agility: You move fast guardian!

~Triple Jump: Jump twice in the air using an intermediate mastery of light.

~Gilded Blade: Your melee attacks have a chance to trigger void singe on champion enemies

~Void Sense: Your glare pierces through the enemies, revealing their weaknesses, highlighting critical spots.

[Passive Perks]: (2 unlocked)

~ Crafting Lv. 4/10

Remarks: Maybe you can craft your own bullets? Maybe though, don't bet on it.

~ True Sight Lv. Max

Remarks: Perceive the world for what it is, immune to mental and psychological attacks. Your gaze pierces through the unknown.

~Light Mastery Lv 1/10


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[Acquired 1x Skull of Bones (Legendary)]

[Acquired 1x Young Ahamkara Spine (Exotic)]

[Acquired 1x Vest of the Great Hunt (Legendary)]

[Acquired 1x Boots of Eao (Exotic)]

[Acquired 1x Cloak of the Great Hunt (Legendary)]


Suddenly, a chill spread through his body, the Ahamkara bones embedded in his armor stirred, Void tensed up as a plethora of notifications popped up.

[ Warning !! Status Debuff, "Plagued by Whispers"]

[ Warning !! Status Debuff, "Wishful hex"]

[...]

[ "The Ahamkara's Favor" pact has removed "Plagued by Whispers"]

[ "The Ahamkara's Favor" pact has removed "Wishful Hex"]


As the system updated his status, Void felt the nourishing energy of the pact spread warmth to his body, cold sweat rolled down his back, for an instant, his mind was in complete turmoil.

Void immediately understood why there were only a few Ahamkara armor sets ever produced.

The mere existence of the wish dragons and their remains caused hysteria. Their bones were accursed with eternal whispers. Whispers echoing from the great unknown that seeped into the minds of guardians, and drove them insane.

He heaved a sigh of relief, the pact had unknowingly saved him once more.

Levi noticed Void's face pale for a simple second as he shifted closer, "Doing alright?"

The hunter smirked as he channeled his light, causing his armor to release an umbral glow, "Never been better."

"Nice twist on the bones, though I wouldn't have bothered. Felt a chill down my spine, I can swear those still shiver like they're alive." Levi examined the armor up close, impressed by its quality.

"I think I'll be alright. Now then, before we go." Void turned to Chiyoko, tossing her a chip containing the remaining amount. It was a pain to let go, but the glimmer was definitely worth for the armor.

Not to mention, he had finally received his first exotic. If anything Void was beyond ecstatic. If he wasn't surrounded by two real people, he would've absolutely freaked out.

"Pleasure doing business, door's that way." Chiyoko stepped to the side as the door slid open.

"You're awfully impatient for someone who still owes me the remaining bones." Void outstretched his hand, a cheeky smile plastered over his face.

"You do know I used up a lot to make your set look perfect. Matching sizes, ensuring quality, it's not that easy y'know?" Chiyoko scoffed.

"Yada yada, fork them out. I appreciate the work but they're far too dangerous in your hands." Void asked again, this time leaning in towards her.

"Alright, no need to get so serious. You can count em." Chiyoko immediately took out a bag from her inventory and tossed it to him.

"Thank you." Void clicked his fingers, summoning Obsidian as the ghost swiftly scanned the bag. He nodded as the hunters bid their farewell and disappeared.

Chiyoko sighed and pocketed the chip, her mind occupied with armor designs, she continued to tinker with her creations. Her goal was simple, to elevate her craftsmanship for Daito.




Void and Levi flickered into the hall, the two glanced at the Courtyard below, it's typically bustling market was dead silent, an ominous omen indicating the severity of the Vanguard's efforts to maintain peace for the Consensus.

"So what's the plan, back to base?" Void shot Levi a glance.

"Nah, Captain said you're grounded, can't leave the city at all. I'd say take the next left and go nap in your room." Levi chortled.

"And...you're just gonna listen to him?" Void raised a brow, suspecting that Levi had somehow been brainwashed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Levi shot him a mean mug.

"Nothing...just nothing." Void shrugged and walked to his room. A minute later, he threw himself on the bed, laying on his back, he pondered.

Suddenly, Void felt a familiar aura draw closer.

~We meet again, O bearer mine~

His blade shivered, responding to the voice, it unsheathed and rose up, gently floating as a ghastly aura emanated, pulsing through its edge.

"Zamyr. A pleasant surprise. What's the occasion?" Void sat up, immediately recognizing his energy.

~The world revolves at an opportune junction. A harrowing darkness resurfaces from the depths of the moon, the Eater of Hope returns, O brother mine~

Void frowned, he had already guessed the purpose of the Consensus, or rather, it was something set in stone. No matter what, the City would decide to attack the moon...and fail miserably.

Unfortunately, Void was unable to change the course of this major event. He wasn't yet strong or influential enough to raise a voice. Or rather, who would believe him if he insisted that it was a suicidal mission?

"So it seems. We've got no choice but to fight." Void sighed causing the blade to shiver once more.

~ All fates intertwine, the crux is the world breaker himself. Our ambition to ascend, remains fruitless. Each cycle persists, until you die, and here your fate is shattered, O brother mine.~

Void's frowned deepened, a slight panic arose, "Are you saying I've failed here before?"

Was Zamyr mentioning a possible future? Or perhaps...a prewritten past? Void felt there was far more to know than the system let on.

The Ahamkara's eerie voice resounded in his ears, like a sharp whisper.

~ Cycles, worlds, universes. Once it breaks, we journey to the next, until ascension. Your cycle shatters against the hive prince, O brother mine ~ Zamyr's words caused his heart to sink.

" So all the other cycles have failed? Is this how far I get? How many times have I failed?" Void clenched the sword, demanding an answer.

~Your fate, is your own, unwritten. Yet you have failed without distinction, in worlds and timelines beyond your own. Failed and succumbed to fate, thousands of times, except once. O brother mine.~

Void's thoughts raced, " So there is a way? A way to survive and not break the cycle. What is it?" His heart clenched as he urged Zamyr.

The sword seemed to lose its glow, dimly shimmering, Zamyr's presence weakened.

~ A relic, here, secured within the City walls. You must obtain it, and keep it close. A ring, left behind by a powerful warlock, never before seen, O brother mine~

Void clenched his teeth, "Relic? How will it help me?"

~ My will grows weak, O brother. The blade hungers for souls. Satiate its need, and summon me again. Seek the Ring, that is the onl-~ Zamy'r voice grew faint, his presence fully erased.

The blade had fully lost its glow. Void sheathed the sword, his inner thoughts were in turmoil. A red window propped open, a notification appeared ahead,

[ Optional Quest: Obtain (Ring of ?????)]
 
Chapter 77: Council Emerges
[ Consensus Hall]

Zavala panned around, the remaining Consensus parties took their seats as another discussion was in session. Naturally, this time Lord Shaxx was stationed a few feet away from the table, in hopes that the warlord would think twice before dishing out passionate claims.

Of course, the entire floor was also lined with some extra Vanguard operatives, if the need arose.

He heaved an exasperated sigh, Zavala knew that the Consensus session wouldn't be amicable. But he dearly hoped that no problems would arise.

"The Consensus, is in session. Time is of the essence, and you've been given enough of it. A decision must be made, whether to respond in kind, or to bide our time. The Vanguard awaits your decision." Zavala grabbed the chair and stood tall, his pale blue eyes lingered at each end of the table as he took a seat.

Beside him, Ikorra stood stoically, hands behind her back. She surveyed the room with a stern frown, eyeing all faction leaders with a cautious gaze.

The room fell silent, subtle glances were shared between all guardians present, faint whispers seemed to spread around. In the end, all eyes fell towards the table.

Whether it was the Squadron leaders, the Elites, the Orders, they all understood one thing clearly. Currently, the City's capital was far too tied up with the factions. If the three main factions present took a side, it would be very difficult to campaign against it.

While it was true that the City made efforts to undermine their power with their recent bill of rights. Such a transition wasn't easy nor swift. Despite being written off on paper, the factions were still in possession of many facilities.

The room seemed to clamor with incessant whispers and gossip, Ikorra's gaze drifted to Cayde, the hunter was cooped up in one corner of the room, juggling his gun as he intently dozed off.

'Of course.' Ikorra swayed her head, disgruntled. She focused her eyes on him. A dim speck of light rippled as she snapped her fingers. Immediately Cayde felt a nudge to his side.

He jolted upright, rubbing his thigh, his eyes locked with Ikorra as the warlock furled her brows, glancing towards the table. Cayde clicked his tongue as he trudged towards the center of the room.

Everyone present was in a heated debate, or so one would assume. Instead of a debate, the guardians resorted to murmurs and mumblings as each looked to the other for an answer.

Cayde rolled his eyes, taking a second to clear his throat, the hunter knocked on the table.

"Uhm..." He looked around, but the guardians were still too consumed with their own subtle ramblings.

He sighed and swiftly jumped off the table, startling those invested in their chatter.

"Listen, hey, you guys. Look here." Cayde clapped thrice, all eyes landed on him as he strutted across the table.

"Look, you can continue your chit chat, but we're strapped for time. The longer you take to decide, the more steady the enemy gets. The truth is, we need that time. To either decide a future plan, or work on one right now."

His words earned some nods.

"What I'm saying is, let's speed up the process. I think voting is easy to follow." Cayde gestured towards Zavala.

The blue titan's resolute voice resounded, "All those in favor."

Hands were raised, the whispers had evolved into open chatter, a slight panic flushed the room.

Zavala glanced at the hands raised, and nodded, "All those against."

The bustling room fell into a chasm of silence, despite that, certain hands were raised without question. Their eyes burning with a strong desire to speak out. Among them, was the Crucible Commander, Lord Shaxx.

The warlord looked around, a somber frown traced his brows, his fists clenched as he looked towards Zavala.

Zavala took a sharp breath as he rose slowly, the weight of the city evidently on his shoulders. His eyes grew dark.

" Then it is decided..."




[A few hours earlier]

Void sat cross legged on his bed, entirely perplexed as a faint blue window lingered in front of his eyes.

Optional Quest: Obtain (Ring of ?????)

"The ring stirs within the vaults beneath the city. Retrieve it, and unravel the flow of fate. Shattered into fragments, its whispers echo the past. It knows, the cycle repeats. Another challenger finally rises to the occasion."

Rewards: +200,000 D

Remarks: One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them, one ring to bring them all and in the darkness-.... Oh! Wrong series...(>...<) Good luck?


He clicked his tongue and shooed away the floating window, "Oi, you think this is funny? What is this, Ocean's 11? There's no way I can steal that ring."

[ It is....an optional quest.]

"Oh yeah? What's the alternative? Dying?" Void cursed under his breath as his thoughts raced. For the last few hours, he had pondered the bizarre plan he would need to steal that ring.

Gathering his thoughts once more, Void took a deep breath and focused.

'Ring....Praxic Fire, Consensus. Surveillance, vanguard....' Void's face scrunched up.

"AH!" He held his head in frustration and laid back down. Stealing from a place that solely specialized in surveilling rogues like him. It was nigh impossible, first he would need a distraction, and second, someone skilled enough to swipe the ring.

Of course, Void could only do one of those things at a time. As for where he would recruit the weasels daring or idiotic enough to undergo this missio-

"Wait. "

"System, is there a restriction for anyone tagging along for this mission?" Void's brows furrowed, an inkling of an idea began sprouting in his mind.

[.... Recalibrating Quest]

[ User may utilize any methods that are feasible. The objective is fulfilled once the ring is in your possession.]

"Obsidian." Void got off his back as a sly smile lined his lips.

"Alright.... dialing Levi, should I send him a summary in his messages?"

"Yup, be brief about it. Also tell him to get all the help we might need." Void immediately began formulating a mad plan.




An hour later, Void was leaning against the bed frame as Bandit and Levi sat across him. The trio engaged in an intricate conversation with solemn faces.

Despite being isolated in a room no one would bother to check, they chatted in faint whispers. Perhaps afraid that the walls had ears. Void summarily briefed them on his marvelous plan with a cheeky smile, the two Nightstalkers patiently listened, nodding along.

Levi stretched his joints as he shifted around.

"So, you want us to steal this....ring? From the Praxic Fire's vaults? With every elite guardian currently residing the tower? Not to mention that you wanna do this with the entire Consensus hanging above our head?" Levi shot him a disgusted glare.

"Right, you've got the gist of it." Void nodded

"Say, did the Juggernaut accidentally slam your head while chasing you? Or maybe its the bones lining your armor, they're definitely turning you into a nutcase."

Levi slammed his palm on his forehead and sighed. Seeing this Void couldn't help but sway his head.

"Listen, I know it sounds absolutely mad. But we can't possibly let it rot in their storage..." Void spoke out, carrying a strong gaze, causing both hunters to narrow their eyes.

Levi glanced at Bandit, the exo's pupils dilated, he finally looked towards Void.

"It's not a bad idea. But before I agree, there is only one question." Bandit's rugged voice echoed in the room.

Void leaned forwards, eager to hear him out.

"I am not questioning the plan. But I will ask only once. Why do you need that ring?" The exo's glare dug into Void's eyes, as he uttered each world calmly.

A silence hung in the room, Void's brows furled as the exo's gaze seemed unwavering. He exhaled and decided to finally answer the raging question.

"Why? It's simple, I need it. You can call it an affinity, a liking or whatever, I don't care. But one thing is true, I want that ring, that's all I can say." Void answered, this time locking eyes with Bandit.

A few seconds passed, and the exo chuckled, "Your eyes don't lie."

He nodded and got to his feet, "I'm in." Bandit turned towards Levi and asked.

"You?"

Void eagerly looked towards his response, the Nightstalker contemplated for a few seconds as he finally hung his head low and sighed.

Levi nodded.

"Fine, can't let you two do this without me anyway. But, we're gonna have to review the plan. Don't know why, but there's a few security changes for the upcoming session at the Consensus hall."
 
Chapter 78: A Swift Shadow
The trio huddled around, a frustrated groan echoed as Void facepalmed.

" Look, whether you like it or not. This is the only way." Levi shrugged.

" Big words for someone who opted for being the lookout, I'm the one emptying my pockets." Void raised his brows.

"So? Gotta lose some to win some. That jade token you still have will get you in, but they'll question your presence. Not to mention that it'll log that entry on their system." Levi listed out the problems.

"Unless you're in the mood to sit in a 2x4 by four concrete holding cell for a fortnight you better have a good reason to visit."

Although he was reluctant, Void couldn't help but agree with his assessment. As for the reason he was visiting?

They had discussed it earlier, but the only feasible reason was Void returning the Juggernaut's severed head to the Praxic Fire for further study. A hunter returning loot? Had the world gone mad?

That was exactly Void's first assumption, well...until Bandit explained that as long as Void claimed he wasn't able to understand what it was, the warlocks stationed at the Praxic fire would gleefully take it off of his hands.

So not only was Void giving away a valuable source of glimmer, he was being shamed for it.....great. Of course, it didn't end there. The plan was for Void and Bandit to go to their station, and while Void acted as the distraction, Bandit would swipe the fragment.

All this had to happen as the Consensus was in session, otherwise the presence of Wei, Eriana and Sai would render their efforts useless.

Naturally, the plan was...incomplete. As Bandit continued to elaborate on the various policies adopted by the Praxic Fire to inspect each and every relic in their possession.

Which meant that not only did they need to swipe the ring, they had to replace it with a convincing replica. As for how Bandit knew all this?

"I have....connections."

For a second, Void could almost spot a cheeky smirk on the exo's face as it settled back to his typical cold glare.

"Alright, I sent you what the fragment somewhat looks like, we need the replica as fast as possible."

Levi checked his transponder as he nodded, "Not a problem, I already forwarded it to someone, it'll be delivered to the room in a bit."

"Is that secure enough?" Void chimed in.

"I know them personally, its not gonna be a problem." Levi reassured the two as they nodded.

Void contemplated as he turned to Bandit. "Last thing, how do you plan on tagging along? I don't suppose they'll let me take you in the front door?"

Bandit looked at him with intense assurance and solemnly nodded, "Yes."

"....Bro." Void stared back, a mix of frustration and irritation in his voice, and a slight urge to beat Bandit's ass.

"As much as you wanna break his face in, that man is not lying." Levi raised his palm to calm Void down, the same dignified blank stare plastered on his face.

"Watch and learn bozo." Levi gestured to Bandit, the hunter nimbly leapt off the bed and turned back, sauntering towards Void, but as his footsteps inched closer, an odd phenomenon occurred.

Bandit disappeared. A jolt ran through Void's nerves, his eyes darted around the room. But not even a shade was present. At full alert. Void instinctively got to his feet, his sixth sense was blaring, danger was close.

But....where?

'Invisibility? No, I would've detected that. Perhaps, stealth? But his energy signatures have vanished.' Void's thoughts raced.

He glanced at Levi, but a smug grin was all he got in response.

Void's eyes had scoured every corner of the room, yet he'd been unsuccessful. It was then, that he felt it.

It was very faint, almost indistinguishable to the untrained eye, but a ripple ran through his shadow. Void looked beneath his feet, and he could sense it. A strange pulse of energy had latched on to it.

'Below!'

As he figured it out, his own silhouette seemed to turn murky, a familiar cold glare flashed as Bandit rose from inside, turning back into a solid figure while Void stared in awe. Although he and the others could "blend in" with the shadows. What Bandit had shown was at a level far beyond that.

The ability to latch on to shadows and merge with them was inconceivable.

Levi smirked as he judged Void's astounded expression, "Amazing isn't it? An ability so frightening yet unheard of."

Void blinked as he came to his senses, "Who else knows about this?" He pre-emptively asked.

"Only a handful, make sure it stays that way." He answered with a sharp glare. Void nodded without hesitation, the less people aware of such a technique, the better.

As their planning concluded, the door to Void's room shook a bit as what seemed to be a droid inserted a package through his mail window. A small intricately wrapped box dropped to the floor beside the trio.

Bandit carefully unpacked the box as he examined the ring fragment, a very precise replica of Void's desperate yet botched rendition of the relic.

"This, is perfect." He thoroughly checked its integrity and pocketed the fragment.

What no one seemed to notice was a small secret crest- A black archway, stamped on top of the box the trio had just thrown away.

Levi turned his attention towards his transponder as he coordinated the plan, "Consensus begins in an hour. Before that, a few squads of guardians will prevent anyone from entering or leaving the Courtyard."

"I'll sneak through and watch from the Hangar. If anyone leaves the Consensus hall, or anything happens, we're connected." He tapped his ear as the trio felt their comms sync.

"Next, you two make your way to the Vanguard's secret floor and then the Praxic fire's quarters will be in front of you. Void will get their attention somehow as Bandit swipes the ring. Once you're done, give us the all clear and get out of there." Levi listed out all the necessary steps.

Void and Bandit nodded.

"If we're lucky, nothing goes wrong and we're out in ten minutes." Levi gave a rough estimate.

"And if we aren't?" Void geared up and chimed in.

Levi exhaled a deep sigh as he contemplated, "Well, I suppose two weeks in solitary aren't that hard. Right Bandit?"

The exo shot a stank glare towards the two, he grunted and whispered back.

"Just bearable."
 
Chapter 79: A Swift Shadow (2)
"Eyes on the target, no movement yet, Darkbow over and out." Levi whispered to himself and traced his comms as he stalked the entrance of Consensus hall, positioning himself on the rafters behind the hangar.

Levi's voice faintly rang in Void's ear as the comms line suffered some static, the hunter flinched and cursed under his breath as he rubbed the receiver.

"....Are we really doing the codenames? Just tell me when we're ready to go." Void responded, his voice laced with an irritable tone.

"Aghm! Sorry can't hear you, Darkbow over and out." Levi intensely cleared his throat.

"I am not doing the stupid name." Void sighed and immediately refused.

Bandit hiding within his shadow chuckled, "I think you should try it out, just a bit of harmless fun, Foxfiend over and out."

Void's brows tensed as his face twitched, "Well maybe if my name wasn't f*cking Stygianchicken, I'd consider it."

The comms line was immediately flooded as Levi and Bandit struggled to hold back their boisterous chortles.

"Mmm, but complaining about the names is a no go. We all picked them fairly through my lucky draw." Bandit clicked his tongue.

"Sounds like loser talk to me." Levi chimed in.

Void felt his veins bursting with blood as he gawked at his shadow, "You sneaky rat, do you really think I didn't see you switching out the chits?"

Bandit grinned as he shrugged, "You're just unlucky."

The three were very subtle in their positions, however if anyone did manage to spot Void, they'd see an amusing sight, a deranged hunter snarling at his own reflection.

"Alright, you can just choose a new name, Darkbow out."

"Fine, how about Drearysword?"

"Negative, it's too cool for you, Foxfiend over."

"True, let's stick with the animal theme, how about Solitaryviper? Darkbow over."

Void raised his brow and replied, "I'm surprised you chose a decent one, I'll take it, Solitaryviper out."

Levi's muffled chuckle echoed over the line, "It suits you quite well, always mucking about alone and getting in trouble. Though I'll admit, you're lethal."

The trio bantered and lazed about for another ten minutes, Levi kept strict watch over the Consensus hall entrance, suddenly he spotted a few groups of guardians moving towards it.

"Alright, looks like we're up, Consensus hall just got crowded, they're off to a start, Darkbow out." Levi instantly spoke up as a team of guardians kept watch and covered the entrance.

"Affirmative, we're on the move, Solitaryviper over." Void immediately made himself scarce, pacing towards the elevator with brisk strides, Bandit tagged along in his shadow.

As all the guardians present crowded around Consensus hall, Void was at the opposite end moving towards the secret elevator. Although all the attention was currently gathered at the center of the Courtyard, he still had to be careful to not draw suspicion.

A few minutes later he was already at the terminals location.

Void traced his fingers towards the terminal as he scanned the jade token, the walls in front of him shifted to reveal an obscured elevator, he glanced around and swiftly stepped inside, the doors closed as the elevator whirred to life, plummeting towards the Praxic Fire's floor.

"Almost there, how's it looking outside? Solitaryviper over."

"Still clear, its faint but I can hear their voices. They're all riled up, Darkbow out." Levi scanned the perimeter, nothing was yet out of the ordinary.

"Let's pick up the pace, Foxfiend over."

The elevator doors opened as Void stepped out into the hallways leading towards the Praxic Fire base, his eyes spotted the odd glints in the corners of the walls- 'Cameras and sensors'

Void already knew the surveillance was tight, but before this he was never able to notice exactly how they were keeping an eye on him. He whispered into his mic and kept pacing towards the door.

"Their network is super secure, you sure we can pull this off? Solitaryviper out."

"Hmm, I think we'll be fine, Foxfiend over."

Void pulled out the Juggernauts severed dome as he stepped towards the entrance, a laser swept over him and the indicators turned green as the doors slid open.

Only two warlocks kept watch over the surveillance, the rest of the crew was too busy with the Consensus meeting, as the doors parted, their gaze settled on Void. They were already well aware of his presence the moment he had set foot on their floor.

One warlock nodded, "Void, I'm afraid Eriana is engaged with the Consensus. Is there anything else that required your presence here?"

The other was far too busy and kept to himself as he mumbled and kept his focus on some tedious paperwork.

" I'm not here for her, it's just that I stumbled on something and I thought you guys could take a look. Apparently its a golden age relic." Void waved as he scuttled closer, subtly turning his back towards the spiralling staircase.

"Relic?" His words immediately drew their attention as the other warlock stood up and shuffled closer, both eagerly waited with keen eyes. Void hurled the Juggernaut's head on the table.

Despite its corroded shell, the Juggernaut's sphere dome presented a complex internal circuitry that immediately drew the warlock's curiosity.

"This is?" One of them traced his hands over its shattered visor, completely entranced by Rasputin's manufacturing prowess.

"An odd relic, somewhat related to the golden age, I heard its related to the Warmind." Void began twisting his words to rile up their interest.

"Where did you get this?" The warlock fell right for it as he examined the detailed quality and the damage the piece had gone through.

A sly glint flashed in his eyes as Void began narrating the most passionate encounter he had with the Juggernaut and how he barely escaped from its clutches. Of course, he did omit any details that would get him in hot water with the city.

While the warlocks were busy lapping up his glorified rendition of a screwup, Bandit had detached from Void's shadow and silently slipped into the staircase.

Before anyone could notice, the rippling shadow on the ground trickled down the steps and made its way towards the vault room, finally forming back into Bandit as he spotted the ring.

"Found it, keep them occupied, I'll swipe it, Foxfiend over." His voice faintly echoed in Void's ear, an indication to keep his con going.

Void stretched the story a bit longer, much to the displeasure of the warlocks who were eager to simply disassemble and break the odd relic down.

"Wrap it up soon, the Consensus hall looks far too rowdy, Darkbow over."

Void rattled off and began describing the Juggernauts characteristics and attack patterns to the warlocks, but most importantly he led them towards the possibility of a database present within its neural network.

"Perhaps so, we'll have to look into it." The warlock took a glance within the circuity once more, his eyes gleamed with an understanding.

As he ran out of words, he sensed a puddle of shadow merge with his own, a voice rang in his ear, "I've got the ring, Foxfiend over."

Void immediately felt at ease as he sighed, the two warlocks had noticed nothing, he immediately looked to leave.

"Well, I suppose you two could probably take over right? I wanted to scrap it for parts but the droid couldn't take it apart." Void shrugged.

Hearing the word scrap, a few dark lines appeared on the warlock's face, he nodded intently, "Yes yes, of course. We can't let this go to waste. Thank you for your contribution."

Void stepped towards the door, tensed as the two warlocks discussed something in muffled breaths. His figure departed from the room as the two continued to talk about the Juggernaut.

"Did his shadow just....wiggle?" As Void left, the warlock's gaze fell towards his departing reflection.

The other warlock shot him a concerned glare, "You should layoff the paperwork, I think its affecting your brain."

Meanwhile outside, as Void heaved a calm breath.

"Guys Consensus just finished from the looks of it, Captain Sai and the others are walking towards you guys, wrap it up. Darkbow over."

Void walked towards the elevator as the doors opened, there was only one elevator, which meant that as he got to the Courtyard, he would encounter Sai's group.

"It shouldn't be a problem because my story checks out, Solitaryviper over." Void shrugged as he calmly stepped inside, the doors slid closed behind him.

Levi seemed uneasy, his voice quivered as he hastily spoke out, "You know I'd agree, but there's just one slight problem."

Void faced the front as the elevator began its rapid ascent, "What's that?"

Immediately Levi broke out into a cold sweat, "Seems like Captain Tevis is tagging along, and as far as he's concerned, you're under house arrest."

Void immediately felt his heart sink to his stomach, "WHAT!"

His eyes darted to the terminal, but it was already locked in to the courtyard. He was trapped, and in the next ten seconds, the door would evidently slide open.




Sai scanned her token over the terminal as it faintly glowed, the elevator rushed towards her floor, she glanced back at Eriana, Wei and Tevis, still clamouring about the recent revelation in the Consensus.

"Drop the talk, no matter what's happened, we can only deal with it." She sighed, a million thoughts and worries filled her head.

"This will be the most expensive expedition yet, do they think the glimmer grows on trees?" Tevis scoffed.

"It's more worrying that Lord Shaxx decided against the initiative, that's not normal." Eriana chimed in.

Wei sulked about, still processing whatever had happened, she wasn't in the brightest of moods. The four lingered near the hallway as the elevator shot up.

An instant later, a familiar bell resounded as it reached. All faced forwards and then, the doors sprang open....
 
Chapter 80: Daring and Competent
The group of four stepped inside the empty elevator, a sullen silence hung in the air- Supposedly the Consensus news was far too much of a hassle. A faint light flickered as the elevator doors closed causing its floor to shake lightly and began descending.

Tevis leaned on the side and took in an long breath, the decision weighed on him as a Captain. He knew full well how taxing and dangerous their planned conquest was. However, the city was essentially a military structure, there was no threshold for disobedience.

"So? How're you planning to break it to your squads?"

He looked towards Sai and Eriana, Tevis knew it wouldn't be easy for them either. Their faces hung low as he waited for a response, his lips pressed together.

Sai glanced back at him, her eyes carried a dim gleam, the weight of the future was pressing her down-It wasn't a question one could answer easily. The sheer distress and hilarity of the situation made her chuckle.

"Tell them that they're marching into their own slaughter? You know, just like the speaker always says. Devotion inspires bravery, bravery inspires sacrifice, and sacrifice leads to death."

She scoffed, her devout faith in the city wavered after decades of service. There were many things left unsaid, Sai couldn't find the words to describe her frustration or bitterness. But, it was evident in her gaze.

Eriana subtly stole some glances at the huntress, her words had lead the warlock to question her own values. What exactly was the city after? What was their objective? Had this truly been the best outcome for their people?

For the next two minutes, the elevator was silent. The four guardians simply kept to themselves, searching for answers within their own psyche, or perhaps too glum to speak out.

They all felt their hearts sink into their chest, the expectation and dire need of victory caged and blinded their spirits. Of course, unbeknownst to them there was one present- Whose heart was beating wildly.

Inches above the four guardians, stuck to the ceiling like glue, Void desperately wedged his fingers into the miniscule edges of the elevator's ceiling, squeezing every ounce of grip he had to stay steady, yet at the same time, mustering his light to completely and entirely cloak his presence.

'Don't look up', Only one thought raged in his mind as Void shut his eyes, afraid to even blink or breathe.

Void clenched his teeth and kept pressing his shivering arms into the walls, if he let go for even an instant, he would fall. Feeling the uneasy silence, he peeked with one eye, as a bone chilling shiver ran down his spine.

Void's legs were hanging directly above Tevis's hood, almost grazing the tip of the fabric.

Wei broke the mold and spoke up, her voice alone swept away the sullen mood, "That aside, how's the young blood faring? Heard he did quite well on the hunt. You must be proud." She poked Tevis for an answer, not letting the hunter brood in silence.

"Ha? Well, knowing him, that scheming bastard probably roped the Ahamkara into his own plans somehow. Truth be told he never worried me, kid's got heart." Tevis chuckled.

"I'd bet on it, Lord Shaxx openly bragged about his Crucible record a few days back. He's got a good head on his shoulders." Sai nodded along, recalling Void's elimination count.

Tevis clicked his tongue and chortled, "Good head? Please. He's smart alright, but Void's got a special talent to f*ck around and find out. I can't count the number of times he's fallen in deep shit and somehow made it out alive."

"So he's daring and competent, you can't exactly complain. You've no idea how hard it is to manage a bunch of warlocks only holed up in their own twisted research." Eriana chimed in and rolled her eyes.

"Count your lucky stars, a daring hunter just means he's good at sniffing trouble. I've had to leash him several times. Just put him on house arrest so he can't stir some shit up while I'm busy. But knowing that sneaky dog? He's probably out doing something stupid."

Tevis dismayed as a faint smirk hung on his lips. While the conversation picked up, Void felt his hands go numb, evidently his grip was beginning to slip.

But as luck would have it, with the Traveler's grace, the elevator docked on the floor as the green light lit up, the doors slowly opened. Following Eriana's lead, the group paced towards the base, still engaged in banter.

Naturally, bit*hing about their subordinates was a skill developed through decades of hard work, hence there was no shortage of stories and anecdotes being thrown around as the group got too far out of earshot.

Void felt his palms shiver, the elevator doors closed as he finally let go, falling straight down as he smacked his head on the cold metal floor.

"Ah! I am never, ever letting you be on scout duty again." Void barked

Levi who was shellshocked and entirely silent due to the severity of the situation immediately flared up, "ME? I just saved you. Do you even realize how hard it is to keep watch on a group of people WELL VERSED in anti surveillance?"

Void shuffled and scrambled off the ground as he leaned on his back to catch a well needed breath, he lazily slid his hand to the terminal and selected the Courtyard.

Just as he relaxed his shoulders, a puddle of his shadow rippled and detached. A hand from within parsed through and weakly settled on the floor as Bandit dragged himself out, wearing a dogged and aggrieved frown on his face as he panted for breaths.

His lips parted, and Void could only make sense of two words as he blabbered.

".....Never.... again."

Remaining hidden for that long had consumed most of his energy, leaving him to fight off the repelling force shoving him out of the shadow.

The elevator smoothly flew upwards as the two hunters wiped the sweat from their brows. Not long after, the three rendezvoused in Void's room as Bandit finally presented the ring fragment.

Void nodded and took the relic as the two hunters bode farewell, leaving him alone to inspect his loot.

A system window appeared as Void placed the relic in his palms, a unique energy emanating from within its runic scriptures.


Quest Completed: ]

[!Optional Quest: Obtain (Ring Of ?????) (1/1)]
 
One question will this treat the light how it's treated in the lore or the game.
 
One question will this treat the light how it's treated in the lore or the game.

Yes and no. It's hard to get into the specifics. The light in the "lore" is absolutely not the same one as in the "game". There are many limitations in the game that just don't exist in the lore. I will try my best to base this story on "lore", with a mix of in-game mechanics to keep it interesting.
 
Yes and no. It's hard to get into the specifics. The light in the "lore" is absolutely not the same one as in the "game". There are many limitations in the game that just don't exist in the lore. I will try my best to base this story on "lore", with a mix of in-game mechanics to keep it interesting.
Yeah when the gamer system had him choose void hunter I thought you were going to use the game instead of the lore where the light is like magic and classes are a choice
 
Chapter 81: One Week New
[Obtain Ring of ???? (1/1)]

[Rewards: +200,000 D]

The ring fragment rested within his Palms. Despite radiating energy, it was cool to the touch. Void felt the engravings in its bore, faint and almost imperceptible by the naked eye.

'Strange markings..'

Upon closer inspection, the engravings were shallow, and didn't represent anything legible. In fact, they resembled the crude carvings of the Hive.

The fragment seemed only one third of a complete ring, as for what the carvings meant? Void had no way to know. However, holding the ring in his palms did prove beneficial.

Although he couldn't use the incomplete artifact, the mere residual energy gave him a considerable boost. Yet his question remain unanswered.

'Why was the ring the only way?'

Void understood the severity of Zamyr's requests. The Ahamkara had foreseen distant futures and timelines, ensuring that without the ring, Void would indefinitely fail. But why?

As far as he could tell, the ring didn't prove to be a nigh-inexhaustible source of energy. Neither was it an all-powerful weapon. It was a mere fragment. Taking Zamyr's warning to heart, the ring definitely held more secrets than he could see.

He nestled his blade closer, hoping to stir Zamyr's presence. But no such thing happened. Void recalled its last words.

"Souls to satiate the blade." Void shuffled the sword around, perhaps that was the missing piece, and if that truly was the case, then Void had no choice but to wait.

It seemed that his questions would only be answered on the moon.

Recalling the conversation between Tevis and the others, Void could readily estimate that there wasn't much time left. The City was sure to announce their campaign in efforts to gather a large enough force.

Preparation was key, and the Vanguard wouldn't dare half ass it. Not when the fate of thousands rested within their hands.

Void braced his back against the wall and waited. There was much to consider while he found solace in his isolation.

Hours had passed as Void fidgeted with the ring, he had tried many things. Siphoning power into the ring, forcing more power out of the ring. But nothing had really stuck. If he didn't know any better, he'd describe it as somewhat dormant.

Suddenly, his transponder seemed to ring, a direct line unilaterally forced an open channel onto his receiver.

"Attention. This is Tevis speaking." His sullen voice echoed with rustled whispers.

Void pocketed the ring as he snapped to attention. He sought to reply but the receiver kept blocking all outgoing communications on the channel.

"Tsk...I can see you're all desperately trying to reply. Sorry but this call's one way. We haven't got much time." Tevis sucked his teeth, his voice was languid, as if his mind was occupied elsewhere.

The next five seconds passed, only static transmitted through the line.

"Listen carefully. As your Captain, any orders I give now, are your top priority. Understand?"

Tevis chuckled softly, "....I will take the silence as a yes. We can't back out of this anyway."

"Well then, unless you've been living under a rock, you'd know the Vanguard is planning a lunar assault to deal with the Hive excursion. One week...that's all we have, so I suggest you all gather your secret stashes, trust me you'll need every advantage you can get."

"I would've liked to give out some more information, but things are moving too fast with the Consensus. No one's sure of the plans, but they're bringing in some wackjob from the Warlock Orders. The only thing I can say? It will be a brutal war."

Tevis reclined in his chair, his eyes scanning the war council channel ever so often. Every few minutes, new strategies and plans were proposed for consideration.

With the help of various Ghosts, each plan was analyzed and evaluated in seconds. In theory, it was similar to a nexus-mind capable of meticulous calculations. Conclusively, the city would only attack in the best possible position, with the highest rate of success.

Yet Tevis knew something more, something he learned through the centuries. The universe was always privy to their plans, and it held a unique hatred towards predictions.

Or in other words- Shit would always hit the fan. His hands reached the transceiver by his ear.

"Good luck, I think we're all gonna need it."

--

Void heard a familiar beep- the call had disconnected. He looked over the transceiver, the channel was locked, there was no way to return the connection.

But Tevis had planted some seeds of curiosity in his mind.

"Obsidian, can you gather a list of operatives from the Warlock Order?"

Seconds later, Obsidian appeared beside Void, hovering as it hummed, "Warlock Orders are a private organization. Pulling any records is technically against City regulations...."

His eye drifted to Void's inquisitive glare.

"But, if I match their mission statements and the city's log....With enough correlation, we can...narrow it down."

Obsidian projected a list of names that shuffled through various iterations. Ultimately landing on a few names. Among them, there were many which had been crossed out, indicating that the guardian was either MIA or dead.

"A lot less than I expected.", Void reached out as he scrolled down. The quantity wasn't what Void was concerned about.

His eyes narrowed as he scanned through the list. At most, he could recognize a handful of names.

'Some wackjob from the Order...who would it be?'

Void sighed and heaved a breath. "It's not enough. I need more information."

As far as he could recall, no such Warlock was in charge of the Lunar mission. It was either buried something overlooked within the lore....Or perhaps, a change induced by his presence?

Void's brows furled.

'Whatever it is, I need to find out.' Time was of the essence, identifying each variable was necessary to understand the chain of events. The City would fail to breach the Lunar front, there was no doubt.

But at the least, he needed to save those he could. He sheathed the blade and continued, lost in a train of thought.

That was until-*Beep*

A message popped up.

[Crucible Complex, 1 hour~ Shaxx]

Void glanced at the time, it certainly wasn't an idle summons. "Obsidian, tell the Hangar to prepare the ship"

"Sure...umm, didn't Tevis ground us though?"

A cheeky smile crept on Void's lips, " I guess you'll have to make sure he doesn't find out."

'That smile...it's always that damned smile', Obsidian rolled his eye and reluctantly began tinkering with the ship's signature.
 
Chapter 82: The Warlord Beckons New
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[Sector 616]

Twelve guardians sat around a rustling camp fire, their eyes drifting towards the stars. Ever so often a stick was chucked into the pit, erupting flaring embers revealed their sullen faces.

Shaxx leaned against the wall, periodically he would glance towards a message he had sent. His eyes narrowed and brows furled, looking at the time, his hands shuffled while he waited listlessly.

His gaze washed over the crucible arena. Or as he liked to call it-The eternal battlefield. Where every hour of the day brought live skirmishes, duels and much more.

Shaxx heaved a breath, 'How long has it been since its been so quiet?' He pondered, his eyes caught sight of the guardians huddled around. It was a sight to see, and one he couldn't have imagined.

He'd spent months trying to instil discipline, camaraderie and more into those bastards, to no avail.

After all that effort, what brought them closer was a break? Perhaps, what they really needed was a moment of peace. Shaxx chortled softly. But his eyes grew dark, behind that faux veil of serenity, was a storm. Fiercer than they could ever imagine.

Soft whispers were passed around the circle, followed by languid chuckles and heavy sighs. The guardians reminisced about their battles, and made bold claims for the ones to come.

For an instant the sky seemed to grow brighter, a glimmering flash flickered, in its place a ship appeared, masked by the night sky, it hung above their head.

"Sorry I'm late, City patrol's quite strict right now." Void waved, his transmat triggered as a scattered light shuffled around his silhouette.

Warrod shot him a glance and raised a two finger salute, a very dignified and cool gesture-alas his other hand was still busy shoving marshmallows in his mouth.

"Glad you could finally make it." Shaxx nodded.

Void squeezed in between Warrod and Jason, "Please, I wouldn't've missed it."

"So, what's up with you guys? Never thought I'd see you all together." Void snatched a stick of marshmallows from the side, earning strict glares from the gunslinger.

Looking around, he could see a few familiar faces. His old crucible team, Edith, Jason and Warrod were naturally present. But so was Amos, and his team of misfits. Yet accounting for the newcomers in the circle, the crucible had certainly grown since he'd left.

Although it was a far cry from the Crucible it would one day become, the small growth was evidence that his tactics to change the Crucible were working.

"Yeah, Shaxx mixed up the squads once we got more members. We all got to know each other a bit more." Jason replied, sneakily stealing a glance at Edith.

Edith averted her gaze, she coughed, shifting in her place, "That aside, I heard you ripped the dragons a new one?"

"I also heard you pissed off the factions. Though to be honest those sneaky rats like to throw their weight around." Amos chimed in, a visible look of disgust lingered on his face.

"Suppose you've done quite well for yourself eh?" Warrod chuckled.

" Nah, I just got pulled into all of that. But hey, I guess the dragon hunt worked out for me." Void jerked his wrist and showed off the armor, earning hollers all around.

Shaxx calmly sauntered towards fire, a hum in his cadence, each step he took felt heavy to the ear, his boisterous voice now merely a fraction of itself, "I think you've all had enough time to catch up."

The bustling group of guardians were silenced by his words, their faces stiffened, knowing Shaxx, the warlord hadn't called them all to just 'catch up'.

Observing their immediate reactions, Shaxx knew he had raised a good bunch of guardians. "Good, since you're all so keen, I'll tell you, though some of you might already know it."

"The Lunar War"

The air tensed, any semblance of carefree banter was nowhere to be seen. Stern faces emerged from the ground, steeled for his next words.

"Word's not out yet, but its true. A week is all the city has to prepare its assault. Any longer, and the enemy might catch wind of our plan. Truth be told, the odds are stacked against us. The enemy is at every advantage, and its fully aware of that."

"I won't fool you with rash words. Guardians, its time to fulfill our duty. Win or Lose, I'll stand at the frontlines. All I ask, is you beside me. "

Shaxx peered ahead, his eyes filled with resolve. Following his declaration, the group shared a quick knowing glance. It was not in the nature of a guardian to decline such an invitation. They all swiftly agreed.

"Then let it be so."

"My ongoing negotiations with the Consensus has earned the Crucible the right to act as its own battalion. We will serve at the frontlines, each of you in a three man squad, and I will be your commander. Is that clear?"

Silent nods circled around the room. The opportunity to fight alongside the warlord Shaxx was not something the crucible would let go easily.

Shaxx's gaze settled on the hunters, his eyes seemed to narrow down as he reached Void.

"Void, I've been informed that your squad has needs of your skills. But truth be told, the crucible still needs your fire."

Hearing his concerns, Void frowned. 'Its impossible to be in two squads at once'

"I won't ask you to choose. Just know that the crucible will always have a place for you."

Void flashed a light smile as he snatched up a second marshmallow twig, raising it like a sword, "Don't think you're all gonna get rid of me that easily. I'm the reigning champ."

"If running around invisible was the competition you're definitely the winner." Amos muttered.

"Champ's a tall order for someone with less matches than Jason." Warrod slapped Void's stick.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jason raised a brow.

"Yeah, what's that supposed to mean?" Edith chimed in, staring daggers.

Warrod flashed a cheeky grin, "Oh.... you know, you guys have been, busy lately."

Their bickering continued as Shaxx watched over them, his shoulders raised with pride, if one could sneak a peek under his helmet, the one-horned warlord was wearing a foolish smile on his face.

Shaxx cleared his throat and stomped on the ground, he reached over to grab a dry branch and dipped it into the fire. Like a halberd, he raised it towards the horizon.

"Guardians! Your light is the fire the crucible needs. A fire strong enough to burn away all our problems. Make sure you remember that!"

He bellowed, his mighty words followed by a boisterous laugh. Smitten by his charisma, everyone couldn't help but hold back a jovial chuckle.

So the night ended, with a promise of hope.

--

Beneath the toxic miasma, in the underdark of the badlands was the stone Cathedral. Carved out through a decade of toiling.

"Is it ready?" Kabr anxiously watched over Praedyth's shoulder. The warlock intensely focused on the rune he had imprinted on a small circuit.

His entire focus lay on the intricate magical patterns, as if he'd never heard a voice at all. Praedyth's entire being enveloped with traces of light. His fingers shivered as he held his hand gently over the runic engravings.

A faint light channeled through, and the rune filled up, dripping with light. Praedyth felt his lungs ease up. For what felt like a few hours, he heaved in a breath. His eyes filled with delight as he glanced at Kabr.

"Its done."

The titan gazed at his creation with awe, the light spilling from the runic circuit was pure, as Praedyth nestled it in his hands.

"Pahanin" Kabr whispered, afraid that his voice would somehow disturb the process.

At his call, a faint shadow appeared from within the workshop. Pahanin carried a spherical case, intricately constructed through decades of his research.

Pahanin configured the sphere construct and it hollowed out, which allowed Praedyth to place his rune circuit inside. Once the assembly was complete, the trio remained silent.

The silence lasted for a few minutes, Pahanin held the completed sphere in his hands. He looked towards Kabr and Praedyth, slightly uncertain.

"Try it." The warlock replied, intently.

Pahanin nodded subtly, pouring in light into the sphere. A tremor passed through him. The next instant, Pahanin took a step forward.

Yet when his foot landed, he had undoubtedly crossed the axis of space, in a refined manner.

A spatial dilator, their fireteam had finally achieved it. But Kabr wasn't quite sure of it yet, "Can it really get us through the door?"

Praedyth's eyes lingered on the sphere as he recalled the locked vault. His eyes lit up with understanding.

"We've spent decades. I've scanned every inch of its entrance. The vex can't stop us now, trust me."

Kabr and Pahanin shared a glance, satisfied with their work.

The titan wore an eager smile, "We'll leave soon. Block out communications, no distractions."

==
 
Chapter 83: Scribes and Summons New
[Five Days Later]

Following the war notice, the city was entirely on lockdown. The bustling bazaar, now merely a husk of itself. Empty stalls and a clutter of cargo littered across the Hangar. Somehow even the Droids had disappeared.

Not a single guardian was in sight. Astonishingly, Banshee had also closed up shop.

It was far too sudden, the tower seemed abandoned, all signs of life were lost. As if someone had deliberately pulled the plug.

Ikorra peered through a pearl sized window, her gaze lingered at the Courtyard. She had been with the city through thick and thin. She knew full well how the humble community of survivors had claimed their spot as humanity's last bastion.

Through blood sweat and tears, Ikorra had worked her way towards the top of the food chain. But despite spending centuries building this sanctuary on earth, she'd never seen the tower so desolate.

Humans were fickle, the moment they sensed danger, they'd flee. Of course, the one's in the Tower could only flee to the lower city, immersed in their own delusions, that perhaps they were somehow safer under their own arbitrary roofs.

Yet it wasn't their capricious delusions that bothered her. Rather it was the feeble structure of power within the city. After all, just like their citizens, the Consensus was also susceptible to delusions.

Perhaps peace had made them complacent. Or rather it was their extravagant trade that busied them in internal strife for profits. There were many reasons, but one thing was certain. the City had forgotten its place in the world.

Many thoughts ran astray in her mind, merging into a convoluted mess. It didn't help that for the last few days, Ikorra was holed up in her room. Planning the assault had taken a toll on her. Her mind grew weary.

Perhaps that's why she felt strange. Stress, concern and a throbbing headache had robbed her of any remaining solace. The warlock felt uneasy, stepping away from the window, she heaved in a deep breath.

'I need to clear my head'

Ikorra chose to pace around in her office. Though the room was largely cluttered with bookshelves, she had long since found a pleasant loop to walk around.

The wooden floor boards croaked and creaked with each step she took, though she could have fixed it with a flick of a finger, Ikorra chose not to.

Although unpleasant at first, she found the odd noises to be nostalgic. Rather reminiscent of her time as an apprentice when she'd spend weeks in the old library scouring grimoires and tomes.

Time flowed, seconds tumbled into minutes, which slipped into hours. A serene aura enveloped her presence.

Suddenly, a knock resounded, shattering her concentration, the light flushed away as her aura collapsed, brittle like glass. She turned towards the door and it shook slightly.

"Enter."

Eris Morn gently pushed the door open, her eyes met Ikorra's, "He's here."

"Bring him in." Ikorra glanced towards Eris, or rather to the figure lingering just behind her.

The huntress nodded as she ushered the man in. An awoken warlock wearing a grumpy frown, pale blue skin and ashen white hair. He wore an exquisite robe, with a certain artifact fastened to his right arm, a band with an azure diamond inscribed on top, representing the Gensym Scribes.

Ikorra held an expectant gaze, "You're a difficult man to find, Asher Mir."

Asher's face stiffened with slight annoyance, he sluggishly walked inside and stood across Ikorra with a slightly hunched back, "Hmph! Apparently not difficult enough."

Ikorra brushed aside his crude antics, Asher Mir was an eccentric warlock. Everyone was well aware of his odd tendencies.

"The Vanguard is in need of your expertise, as busy as you are, news of the consensus should've still reached your ears." Ikorra inquired.

A sudden twitch ran through his veins, Asher seemed to rile up at the mention of the "Consensus", he couldn't help but ramble off, muttering under his breath.

"Daft basta...They think they ca..... Unaccep....this is unacceptable." Huffing and puffing, the pale warlock was rattled for words.

Ikorra cleared her throat, her gaze weighing down on Asher. The sudden interruption brought him back from his frantic mumblings.

"Ahm, yes. Recent escapades to the moon? Or so I've heard. I don't suppose the Vanguard dragged me away from important research for just sophistries. The Hive are an enigma, even to me."

Asher subtly raised a brow, questioning the Vanguard's summons.

"Forgive me Ikorra, but if you're looking for some insight, its best you refer to someone more versed in this...science. I think you know who I am referring to." His voice meek, akin to a whisper.

Ikorra sighed, her eyes traced the open door, following her glance, Eris softly locked it on her way out.

"Toland the Mad. Some in the Consensus have pushed for him to be brought back. His ways are considered odd, but at this time his knowledge holds immeasurable value."

Ikorra fell silent in contemplation as Asher looked on, unable to bear with curiosity.

"So? Must I be dragged into this mess as well? Let the Consensus be with their whims."

"You and I both know he's not to be trusted easily. The Consensus signed off on him, not the Vanguard. Their desperation for revenge has blinded their judgement."

Asher fell silent, although there was much to be said about the Vanguard, he couldn't disagree with Ikorra.

'Toland the Mad', at one point he was a warlock that Asher respected greatly. A pioneer within Hive research. However Toland had somehow gotten caught up within his own work. His research had turned into an obsession.

That's where it had all gone wrong, resulting in his eventual exile from the city. He knew why Ikorra was reluctant to put her trust in him.

Rather he knew all along. Ikorra was a shrewd leader, one that would never put her eggs in one basket. Asher was well aware of Toland's return. However, receiving his own summons was puzzling to him.

What could he contribute to a war with the Hive? He who had spent most of his life researching the science of the Vex minds?

Yet picking apart Ikorra's words, the pieces all fell into place. A subtle realization bloomed in his mind.

"You want me to keep tabs on him? Quite bold of you to ask."

"You're quick on the uptake. But you don't need to do that. The Hidden are already responsible for it. Instead, tag along with him. Keep an eye out for...odd things." Ikorra stressed the last phrase.

Asher scoffed, ridicule evident in his tone, his eyes narrowed, "A preposterous suggestion for me to play lackey."

"Fine, I'll humour you. But you forget Ikorra, he's mad not foolish. You think your little shadows can sneak under his nose? He's well acquainted with the dark."

Without waiting for a response, Asher sauntered away, leaving Ikorra to ponder on her own.

***
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Chapter 84: Beneath Venus New
[Ishtar Sink, Venus]

Gently gliding over the turbulent muddled sulfuric clouds, three Jumpships sailed the horizon, jittering mist and frost spewing on their tails. An instant later, engines fired up. The jet nozzles sputtered, evaporating the remaining sleet clogging the channel.

"Eyes on target, lowering altitude ceiling. Breach on command." Kabr coordinated his radar, aligning it with an old academy beacon.

Praedyth rolled his ship, wings faintly piercing the sea of clouds as they cracked the lower atmosphere atlitude. Pahanin followed suit, his ship surfing gently along a crevice beneath the horizon.

Kabr nodded, "Affirmative for breach."

The axis of each ship immediately shifted, splitting forks through the horizon, instant use of their thrusters helped cleave through the thick layer of atmospheric dust.

Shooting towards the ground, the ships burst past dried craters, carved through centuries of erosion. The advent of the Traveler had profoundly changed Venus, during the golden age, Venus was terraformed to a tropical paradise with lush jungles.

Yet this period didn't last for long. Through the collapse, Venus was thrust back into a hazardous climate. Humanity watched as the seas boiled away leaving behind torrid and dry wastelands. Acid rains ate away their utopia.

The gas giant now merely a rotten husk of its former self, noxious fumes lingered on its surface, its skies ruled by bellowing thunder and fierce winds.

As the ships drew closer to the surface, the trio crossed golden age ruins, deserted outposts that had stood the test of time. Yet a strange overgrowth had claimed these remnants.

What came next were odd constructions of stone, golden age colonies sheltered within their fortresses. But at a closer glance, time or rather something else, had ravaged them all.

"Fallen in sight, we've been spotted." Praedyth glanced over as a few skiffs branded with azure banners tailed their flight from the ground.

Just like them, the ruins and treasures on Venus had lured many wanderers from the universe. The Fallen were one such faction. Settling down near golden age ruins and Vex citadels, aiming to loot both sides.

"House of Winter." Kabr recognized their insignia as he led the aerial formation. A second of contemplation later, he commanded to raise their ships higher.

"Ignore them, we'll pass over the academy ruins soon. The Vex won't be kind to scavengers."

Praedyth immediately followed, "Noted." Yet Kabr's actions had struck an odd chord in his heart.

'Fear'

A tense jolt jittered through his veins. The warlock frowned. He'd known Kabr for centuries and the titan had never once avoided confrontation. His pride had never allowed it. Always choosing to face the enemy head on.

Kabr, The Warrior, that's what they called him. The titan that could carry the world on his shoulders. An indominable will to succeed matched with his indestructible body. He was among the best.

Yet when they wished to explore the Vault, Kabr's pride was chipped away decade by decade. His obsession grew. At one point, it was no longer about the Vault.

Though Kabr had hid it well for years, Praedyth knew. The titan felt his calling. It wasn't a matter of choice. Something beneath Venus beckoned him. It urged Kabr, taunted him and challenged him for years on end.

Perhaps it was his fate, perhaps it was his destiny.

Praedyth felt the same, he too could hear it. Deep within his bones, he knew. The Vault called to him, and he wished to answer.

Only one among them had no desire to visit the vault. Pahanin was a peculiar man. The riches of Venus meant nothing to him. Yet he couldn't bear to see his team venture forth alone.

Neither rhyme nor reason compelled the hunter. It was simply about his team. The one's he held dear were risking their all. Could he not do the same?

"Vex legion ahead, they've got eyes on the fallen, our cloaking runs out in five minutes." Pahanin cautioned, his instincts implored him to steer clear.

"Initiate spatial warp, stick close, the dilator's range is 20 meters." Kabr chimed in.

"Setting target for Shattered Coast, Academy entrance, steer clear of Vex detections. Initiating warp." Praedyth responded swiftly.

Moments later, a spherical mechanism triggered. Mounted to the top of one ship, it released a pulse of energy. The next instant, the world flashed white.

The Jumpships had disappeared.

Pahanin deftly steered towards clear ground, "We've lost Vex detection. They're fully focused on the Fallen."

"Affirmative, initiate ground sequence. Send ships to orbit, we can't afford to lose them." Praedyth's voice cut out as his transmat triggered, a clutter of particles gathered on the jagged hills of Venus.

Shortly after, Kabr and Pahanin appeared beside him.

"Ishtar Academy. I remember the days the city dreamed of taking it all back. Yearned for the knowledge hidden inside." Praedyth mused.

"Home of the brightest minds in the golden age." Kabr peered at the hollow city, pillaged by time. A strange lush jungle enveloped the place.

Tall enamoured skyscrapers, in a city that had carved its history onto the planet. At its doors, stood its marbled guard. An angel brandishing the symbol of knowledge, once sacred to its people.

Now, it merely served as a reminder of all that had been lost. Praedyth felt his heart ache. As if he'd lost something he wasn't meant to find.

Titans demanded glory, hunters chased after loot. But what did warlocks want? The nature of a warlock aligned with their deep rooted curiosity. An endless thirst for knowledge of any kind. To Praedyth, the Ishtar Academy represented the end goal.

A society capable of unravelling the very fabric of the world. But the collapse had consumed it all, leaving them with more questions than answers.

What had the academy been searching for? What had they found? Why had humans built a city surrounding the strange ancient ruins of Venus?

All answers had forever been lost to time. Yet what remained at the heart of the tumultuous ruins was the Vault. Constructed by the Vex using unknown means. It was a beacon, beckoning those willing to unravel its secrets.

"Vex are occupied, we need to move." Kabr brought the warlock out of his trance.

The trio made their way through the desolate ruins of the Ishtar Collective, wading through the infected Jungle, they finally reached the waking ruins.

A circular door situated at its center, the ruins were guarded by strange spires and jenga towers erected of marbled stone.

Vex architecture that carried knowledge, their machinations were imperceivable to biological beings. As the trio crept towards the spire, a sudden pulse of energy spread through the Vault.

Whatever was within, had sensed their presence.

Kabr's frown tightened. The fireteam prepared to open the door. For now, the House of Winter faced off against the Hezen Corrective, a legion of Vex tasked with the Vault's protection.

"Pahanin" Praedyth's voice echoed, he readied a spell in his hands, one that masked their presence entirely.

The silent hunter seemed to listen, his figure split into three apparitions as each headed towards the circular plates connected to the spires. The Vex were attentive, yet they couldn't possibly 'perceive' threats while the Fallen attacked.

Minutes later, the spire erected, strange vex fluid gathered in its carvings, forcing its laser towards the door. The Vault seal shook, becoming undone, the brass disc covering the opening seemed to reveal a single door.

The trio stepped inside, yet all they saw was a tunnel bore leading thousands of feet deep under Venus.

The Vault seemed to stir awake, Kabr, Pahanin and Praedyth faced the perilous descent. Their eyes reflecting an azure hue, eerily similar to veins etched into the walls.

And so it began. The forgotten Odyssey of Venus. A treacherous fate hung upon those that dared to face the inheritor of the Glass throne.

Yet instead of despair, their lingered a peculiar promise of hope. Fate's machinations were unpredictable. But one thing was certain, with the Vault finally unsealed, the world was no longer the same.

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Chapter 85: Templar's Well New
Kabr entered the harrowing dark descent into the Vault. An innocuous silence washed over him. He looked over his shoulder, Pahanin and Praedyth were on his tail.

The three trekked along the cobbled path clinging to the caverns walls, spiralling deeper into the pit of luminescent radiolaria fluid.

Leaping towards stone platforms and jumping across the marbled bridge, the trio came upon a cliff. Beneath it was an abyss, yet they knew there was no other way forward.

Kabr leapt, and so did the others.

They fell, and fell. Until the wind no longer sang its melodies in their ears, till the sunlight was nothing more than a puddle in the dark ocean, and until they could fall no more.

It was a piercing darkness, but then Kabr saw it, brief solace consoled his heart in the single ray of light lingering on the mossy cavern rock nearing his feet. The descent was over.

The three came to a gentle stop atop the hillside. An amalgamate of coarse stone and purple moss. Peering down, all Kabr could see was an abyss. His eyes couldn't pierce the thick veil of fog hanging over them.

Praedyth sat beside him, muttering a few spells, he wished to unravel the nature of the veil. Yet his light seemed weak. The forlorn abyss held an oppressive curtain over its secrets, unwilling to even gift a glance.

Prowling about the hillside, Pahanin heard something, It wasn't a song nor a melody. Not a scream, nor a whisper. Subtle and rhythmic, yet distinct and clear.

'A river'

He caressed the mud as it crumbled between his fingers, clumping into mounds of soil. His gaze fell towards the abyss. Pahanin shifted towards the edge, keenly observing his reflection.

A subtle ripple ran through the darkness, Pahanin's eyes narrowed.

"It's a creak. A channel flows from the surface, merging into the Cavern here."

Praedyth followed the hunters gaze, he flicked his finger, a wisp of light shot towards the abyss, illuminating the floor.

They three saw as a river carrying turbid water gathered from crevices of rock, squeezing through, it flowed infinitely, like time , undeterred and always in a single channel.

Yet when it licked the Cavern's shore, the river disappeared, tamed to a calm puddle, as if it had never existed.

The nature of the vault was paradoxical, yet it existed. Right at the brink of time and the edge of its fabric. Perhaps none but the Vex had realized its true nature.

Kabr surveyed the waters, deeming them safe. He couldn't see past the fog, but the river flowed indiscriminately. Almost beckoning him to follow. The titan braced his back to the mossy cavern.

"Let's go."

Instantly, his feet dug into ground as he launched himself across the abyss, leaping through the air, Kabr's thrusters burst, blasting him towards the shore, the titan dug his feet into the gravel as he slid to a stop.

Beside him, light scattered, Pahanin emerged from within, carrying an umbral streak in his stride. Praedyth was but a step behind, blinking across with ease.

Faced with the fog, Kabr held out his hand, piercing the mist curtain.

"The fog is thin." He assessed and stepped across.

To Pahanin and Praedyth, Kabr had disappeared from sight, but the presence of his aura said otherwise. The two shared a quick glance, following the titan inside.

Passing through the mist veil was freeing. Pahanin couldn't describe it, at best it felt like he'd snapped off all the chains that tied him down, yet at the same time, his existence felt fleeting.

As if he was but a leaf in the air, gliding through fierce winds.

His heart quickened, Pahanin shivered, an icy jolt ran down his spine.

Praedyth seemed to scuttle ahead, over the edge, he laid his eyes on the Radiolaria well, situated between two high walls that stretched to the sky, a crevice carved through stone.

Suddenly, the warlock seemed to shiver his body went limp as he almost fell over.

Pahanin instinctively grabbed on to the warlock's robe, "What was that?"

Praedyth was aghast, his eyes quivered, subconsciously his figure was covered in a thin film of light. Dread sprouted in his mind as he ignored everything around him, his powers flared.

Kabr noticed, immediately he patted the Warlock's shoulder and pulled him back, "You ok?"

The warlock panted, cold sweat on his brows, he stammered before finding himself staring at Kabr's face.

The hunter's heart seemed to sink deeper into his chest. Kabr repeated the question, urging him to answer.

"What was it? Did you see something." He grasped Praedyth by the shoulders, holding the warlock firmly.

Shaking himself out of his trance, Praedyth held his head in pain. His vision of what he just saw seemed to fizzle out. Had he not used his spells to counteract and control the damage, Praedyth felt as if his entire mind would be left blank.

"....I saw a Vex mind. I was fighting it, no we were. I....it's a memory, but we've never been here before."

The fireteam was perplexed. Kabr and Pahanin were speechless. No guardian had ever heard of a Vex capable of altering memories. The air seemed to grow heavier.

Perhaps realizing the finality of their choices, the trio had embraced their bold approach.

Looking ahead, Pahanin could only see a maze. Odd elevations of rock and a myriad of trails. Yet now he knew, that a dangerous predator prowled it listlessly.

"It seemed odd." Praedyth rebuilt his recollection of the battle, trying his best to describe it

"Glowing in the dark, and at its core....oblivion and emptiness. Beyond that wall." The Warlock hissed.

Kabr jotted the features in his memory, thinking of a way to dismantle the new enemy.

"What happened to us?" Pahanin chimed in, he nudged a pebble across the edge, it fell over but no sound seemed to echo.

"I...did not see."

Pahanin furled his brows. The warlocks were in tune with the mystic powers of the world. It was ominous for such a vision to arrive.

Kabr contemplated, his eyes traced the path they had taken. They had come far, too far to back down. He looked ahead towards the well. Across the cliff edge was the elevated platform, and within it a well of Radiolaria that shimmered brightly.

"Have you foreseen our failure?" Kabr asked, facing the glow.

Praedyth hesitated as he searched his memory. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall the full vision, only tidbits remained.

"...No, there is no such memory left behind, after a time only emptiness remains."

Kabr resolved himself as he faced the well, he was certain that it was his calling.

"Then let us face our fate."

With those words, the titan walked into the gates of the Templar's well. The shimmering glow seemed to scatter. Beyond the illusory glow a set of steps led towards the center of the well.

Kabr, accompanied with Praedyth and Pahanin walked over to one of the four platforms connected with the centre.

As the trio of guardians set foot inside, the walls seemed to shiver. A river of Radiolaria beneath their feet, the guardians felt a surge of Vex activity.

When a familiar crimson glow flickered at the edges of the platforms, a legion of Vex poured towards them in hordes.

Just as the Warlock had foreseen earlier, at the tentre, the Vex mind tore through space and showed itself. The master of the well, the Templar had arrived.

The guardians armed themselves, their immense aura flushed the room, as if taunting the Templar in his own home.

Kabr's eyes fell on the Vex mind's core, yet it seemed shielded by an invisible force.

Feeling their threat exceed the expected level, the Templar roared, and the Vex responded. Minotaurs, hobgoblins and Wyverns rushed towards the fireteam.

Praedyth surged with power as he released a rift of fog between them and the Vex, Pahanin's apparitions multiplied each taking a stance. At the centre of it all, Kabr aimed to rip the Vex mind to pieces.

War had begun.

Yet what no one noticed was the Templar's machinations. At the corner of a platform, between the chaos, a single oracle had appeared, singing a fatal melody, and the countdown had begun.

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Chapter 86: Praedyth The Myth New
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The distinct cry of Wyverns resounded- A shriek that filled the heart with terror, signifying imminent doom.

As the thick putrid fog enveloped the trio forming a veil, the legion of Vex halted, surrounding it from all sides they fired.

A toxic shower of bullets threatened to pelt the three guardians like hail, but Kabr stepped up. A thin barricade emerging from his stride, negating all attacks.

"Clear them out."

He marched towards the Templar.

Pahanin's apparitions flickered as he clutched his sword, a sharp glint shimmered from the blade's edge.

Kabr faced the veil's boundary his gaze set on the Vex mind. An instant later, silver streaks danced like raging thunder, a fierce typhoon rampantly threatened to tear through all present.

And then, everything went white.

-Clink-

His blade sheathed once more, Pahanin's phantoms raced to his shadow, becoming one.

The dust settled, and rocks crumbled, Praedyth's veil scattered like mist. What remained was only ruin.

As a legion of Wyverns and hobgoblins was ruthlessly slaughtered in the blink of an eye, radiolaria akin to ichor muddled with dirt bled into the soil.

Standing on top of the crippled horde, Kabr crushed the head of a goblin beneath his feet.

"You've lost."

Akin to the final trumpet, Templar shrieked and mourned, not for its loss, but for its own error. Its core shined brighter, preparing for another ritual.

In its eyes, the three unknown lightbearers had ruined the sanctity of the temple. An act of defiance within its Vault. One that it could not forgive.

It had given them a chance to surrender against the legion. But the fools had squandered it choosing to resist. The Templar felt only pity, if it even could.

For the Vex mind had long since celebrated its victory. The moment it had laid eyes on the intruders, a million futures flashed by its mind.

The Templar won, every single time.

Who was the strongest? The Hive? The Fallen? The Guardians?

No. It was time.

Time was the inevitable conqueror, the destined king. It was time that consumed everything. From the moment the universe began, time had fought against it, racing to its demise.

One thing was certain, through time immemorial, time alone was the ultimate victor. The Vex had discovered this through eons of their own existence, resulting in the Vault of Glass.

A unique point outside existence itself, a place where all timelines converged for a meeting between the past, present and future. Where every moment of time existed all at once.

The Templar's cry caused the well to shudder, and then everything froze. Kabr, Pahanin and Praedyth watched in awe as shards and fragments raised off the ground, and scattered into a turbulent swarm.

Preadyth's face turned pale as he realized the extent of the Templar's power, "He's rewinding time"

Piece by piece, the butchered Vex legion was put back together, and then the Wyvern's shrieked.

Kabr's frown tightened, the Templar was a Vex mind like no other he'd faced, "Stay focused, we need a way to bypass his shields."

It was evident now that no matter how many legions they slaughtered, the Templar could bring them back. But Kabr could see an impenetrable shield hovering around the it.

He'd seen it himself, despite Pahanin's rampant assault, the Templar was entirely unscathed.

Suddenly, interrupting his thoughts, the vex legion began its unrelenting barrage of assaults. Kabr instinctively erected a ward. But two Wyverns erupted towards the horizon with a squall, lightning surged in their core as they dove headfirst.

"Pahanin!" Kabr's eyes gleamed with aura, his hands occupied with the ward.

"I got it." His figure flickered, and the scabbard clicked. A rising slash sliced the air and cleaved the Wyverns before their plummet.

Praedyth summoned his strength as a grave pressure built around him. He rose through the air, an umbral coat of light surrounded him, immediately it erupted, turning most Vex to dust.

Despite their show of force, Templar was far more focused on summoning its second oracle. Though unknowingly, Pahanin had destroyed the first one. the Vex mind had immediately initiated its second try.

However, Praedyth had caught on to its odd actions. His instincts as a warlock flared-Whatever it was, he needed to stop it.

Channeling his light, Praedyth warped, tearing through dimensions as he appeared above the Vex construct, before it could react, the warlock glimmered with light that condensed around his figure.

Templar's calculations ran amok as it realized the nature of the Warlock's attack, seeking to slip away, a fracture appeared in the Vaults dimension.

"You're not running anywhere." Instantly, dark chains erected from within the ground, binding the Vex mind to a singular plane of existence.

Pahanin and Kabr had long since prepared for Praedyth's assault, huddled around under multiple wards, the two knew exactly what was to come.

"Perish"

The space around the templar began to crumble, as light seeped in through its shield, corroding its very being, and then an explosion engulfed everything, it felt like the world had shattered like glass.

Following the dimensional fracture, Praedyth panted and gently fell to his knees, the drawback of such power was extremely fatal.

Yet facing him, the Templar still stood, its corrupted figure rejuvenated with each passing second. Though the blow was deadly, it wasn't enough to wipe him out.

However with the Vex legion turned to dust, the Templar shrieked again, summoning more oracles its core beginning to shine brighter.

Despair flushed Praedyth's being as he scrambled to his feet, but just as time sought to rewind, a tyrannical presence overwhelmed the Templar.

Kabr, shot forwards like a raging star, ramming fist first into its regenerated shield, blasting Templar through two stone columns as it tumbled in the air.

"You."

Before it could process the situation, the ground cracked beneath Kabr's feet, he flickered.

"Will not."

He threw out another strike from above, slamming Templar into the ground below.

"Win."

Kabr ricocheted off a pillar, erupting downwards Kabr locked his hands and crushed the Templar into a crater.

Despite it all, a fifth oracle appeared. Kabr felt an invisible force intensely repel him, as Templar rose from the ground. None of his attacks had pierced the shield.

Witnessing the Templars ascent, Preadyth's heart tensed "This is...it's the same as before."

The vision he had seen flashed in his mind, a helpless battle against the Vex mind, and then came nothing. It had all went blank. The warlock knew that his vision held more than he could understand.

The emptiness he felt caused his mind to shudder, it wasn't something he could comprehend.

"I'll try to syphon the shields, hold him down!" Praedyth felt a sudden urgency as he gathered his remaining light.

Not letting Templar fix its machinations, Pahanin followed up with relentless attacks using his specters, rapid silver streaks zipped past the battlefield as he engaged the Vex mind in an endless tango of blades.

-The Sixth oracle sang-

The Templar's aura surged, an unknown power coursed through it. Aiming to interrupt it again, Praedyth summoned the chains, serpentine restraints that shot towards the Vex mind in an attempt to bind him down.

Yet this time, Templar warped away rapidly, aware of the chains nature. Kabr intercepted its retreat as he struck with glowing fists, hurling the Templar into the cavern rock.

Mere seconds away from completing the oracles ritual, the Templar had identified it's biggest obstacle.

It wasn't the silver specters that chased him endlessly, nor the behemoth that slammed it around.

As a myriad of chains spiraled towards it, the Vex mind was certain. The strange warlock was the only one capable of bypassing its shield, the target was set.

Praedyth felt his heart race, something was wrong. Templar's gaze had changed, and he could feel it.

Not a second later he heard it. That dreadful sound in his vision.

-The Seventh Oracle Sang-

The world halted.

Pahanin and Kabr were unable to move, still on the Templar's tail.

Time seemed to bend to Templar's will, and there was only one commandment.

Praedyth was to be no more.

The world flashed bright, as every iteration of the universe converged within the Templar's own axis. Like a river merging into a lake.

Composing the symphony of Time, the Templar had chosen to discard a singular tune and the world complied.

As the time flowed once more, the gears of the world shifted to align to a new axis, a change that resonated everywhere within the universe.

Praedyth felt it in his being, his soul was fleeting.

Pahanin and Kabr watched as the world shifted. Every mention of Praedyth was erased.

The warlock felt his vision turn hazy. He looked to his hands that began to scatter like dust. It was then he understood the emptiness he had foreseen- The erasure of his existence.

Now, Praedyth was but a myth.
 
Chapter 87: Kabr The Legionless New
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The cogs of time turned once more as Templar's grip on the world loosened, sending out a dreadful and rapid pulse of energy.

Kabr and Pahanin sensed the harrowing eruption, instantly flickering to the ground. Kabr erected a barrier, the two slid into its safety. Yet as they braced for impact, the blast rippled right through them, as if it was but an illusion.

"What was that?" Kabr remained alert, his eyes locked on the Templar.

Pahanin placed his fist over his chest, whatever that energy was had made his heart skip a beat. Everything felt alright, but at the same time, it felt as if something crucial was now missing.

He couldn't place a finger on what it was.

"Don't know. But it didn't work."

He held his sword closer as its edge shimmered with light. Glancing at Templar caused his memory to stir.

'That's right I... ', he had chosen to challenge the Vault of Glass with Kabr.

Although he didn't think it was a two man job, Pahanin wasn't willing to let Kabr go alone. So why had he forgotten it? Hence, there was only one conclusion he could come to.

"It's trying to mess with our memory."

Kabr took his words to heart and steeled his mind.

"We need to finish it fast." But there was one problem, he couldn't remember how they got past the Templar's shields the first time. Almost as if the memory had slipped from his mind.

Kabr's frown tightened.

Their minds ran wild, struggling to catch up with the distorted memories.

Ominously hanging above them, the scion of the Vault, Templar watched as their futile struggle continued. Its azure core shifted towards the silver clad hunter. Identifying a new target, Templar initiated a second cycle.

So it began, a harrowing echo resounded in the Well.

-The First Oracle sang-

Pahanin's face darkened, he recognized that odd screech. Immediately his eyes darted around the and he spotted it- A glowing vex node, however before he could understand what it was, it flashed away.

A second later, it appeared again. Blinking in place.

He looked to the Templar, and saw that the Vex mind communed it. One thing was certain, whatever it was, the Templar needed it.

Pahanin's instincts screamed only one thing.

'I need to Destroy it.'

Before the Vex mind could carry on, he needed to shatter those Oracles.

Pahanin's feet dug into the floor as a malefic light coursed through him, at the last instant, he shared a quick glance with Kabr- The titan nodded, as if one glance was all he needed.

If Templar was immune to their attacks, they just needed to stop his machinations!

Shooting across, Pahanin swiped his blade, his strike erupted forwards, ravaging through the wind. The second oracle appeared, but just before it could sing, the sword strike crushed it completely.

Kabr rampantly charged towards the first Oracle, ramming through it with his fist.

Pahanin expected that to stop the terrifying ritual, but seeing Templar's inaction, his hunch told him otherwise.

'No, it's not that simple.'

His mind blanked as he searched for an answer. Then, one at a time, the Oracles spawned again.

Pahanin's eyes widened as realization struck, "Destroy them as they've appeared. Follow the order!"

When realization dawned on Kabr too, the duo immediately followed the pattern.

Just as Pahanin's sword cleaved the 7th and final Oracle, Templar was abruptly ejected from the time stream.

Facing its two intruders, the Vex mind concluded a terrifying realization, the secret of the Oracles was now known. With its plan exposed, Templar had no choice left.

It would do, what the Vex do best.

Templar shrieked, a rumble echoed in the vault.

Pahanin and Kabr watched as tremors rippled through the cavern walls. The floor shook and trembled as they struggled to find stable ground. Haunting shrieks of goblins, Wyverns and harpies surged. The bright Radiolaria lake quivered with tumultuous waves, narrowly receding into the coast.

And from within it, emerged horrors.

An endless legion of Vex, hell-bound on their extinction. A million Vex cores all had only one purpose, their defeat.

The legion advanced, cracking the ground beneath their feet, Pahanin and Kabr paled seeing the sight, they readied for a final stand.

Then, they heard it again, an unmistakable squalling.

-The Oracle's sang-

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How long had it been? Hours? Days? Years? No one could remember.

What lay ahead was a necropolis for the Vex, their mighty legions buried beneath the coarse stone they once guarded, reduced to mere rubble.

Pahanin planted his sword and limped forwards, refusing to succumb to exhaustion. Every ounce of light had long been drained from his being, yet he fought on.

That was right, he had fought, and struggled, given it everything he had, from every fiber of his being, he'd tried hadn't he?

Unable to bear his own thoughts, he fell to his knees.

So why was it all futile? Why had the world forsaken him? Had his struggle truly been useless?

Questions sprouted in his mind, as his beliefs were shaken to the core. Why had it been him? Was fate so cruel as to throw him away?

Swept away in his thoughts, Pahanin felt his heart quiver, drowning in grief and sorrow.

Suddenly, a presence stirred beside him. Burrowing through the chasm of corpses, a minotaur emerged, towering over the decrepit hunter.

For a brief moment, Pahanin considered it.

'That's right...Haven't I done enough?'

His grip on the blade weakened, strength drained from his fingers.

Recognizing the Vex laser's distinct flare, the wearied hunter let out a dry chuckle.

'Is this...how it ends?'

'Perhaps, that will be best.', Pahanin heaved in a soft breath, his eyes drifted above, searching for solace.

But fate, was a bitter companion. In his last moments, Pahanin glanced at Templar exiting its separate dimension, the Vex mind scornfully looked towards his demise.

Whether it was pride, or arrogance. He did not know. But a wretched emotion bloomed in his heart. Pahanin didn't wish to die downtrodden. No, if the world was to crumble.

He would stand tall.

Rage coursed through his veins-The minotaur sensing the change, instantly blasted a debilitating laser, melting everything in its path.

Then, a sudden dizzy spell hit the Vex construct. Its head slipped and tumbled to the floor.

The next instant, a crude strike cleaved it in half.

Pahanin panted for breaths as he held his sword high. His blade was brittle and splintered, but his will was resolute.

Templar recognized the taunting gesture. The Vex mind had veiled itself in a different dimension, predicting its legion would annihilate the remaining intruders.

However, now it understood, sometimes things were not always according to plan.

The Vex held no concept of honor. They were neither driven by fear nor courage. Every decision they made was to ensure their survival.

One thing was certain. To ensure the future of the Vault, Templar needed to erase Pahanin himself.

It had already gathered the Oracles. There was no hesitation as its core flared.

Templar once again, communed.

Everything went white, the world stopped.

The symphony of time revealed itself akin to a frayed fabric. Templar let it flow, one by one, little by little, he gathered every string related to Pahanin, and plucked.

Each string represented a part of his existence. From the day of his birth, to his death. The day he was risen, till today, the day he would fall and forever be forgotten.

Severing the strings was equivalent to erasure. The fabric of time would not maintain its integrity unless this was done precisely.

However, suddenly, time seemed to disobey. Or rather, Templar's hold on it withered.

Buried under a mound of Vex corpses, Kabr punched a hole to the top, his hand emerged from within as it grabbed on the rocks above.

The forlorn titan pulled himself through the hole, dragging a crushed Wyvern from its heel. Kabr was covered in rubble, but most importantly he was drenched in Radiolaria, spilled on him through the countless cores he had smashed.

Spotting the Templar's ritual again, Kabr had somehow found himself unaffected.

Rather it was the Radiolaria.

The Vex were constructs piloted by cores, feasibly they held no weakness. No matter how many constructs died, they could simply be built again. However, the world was always fair.

Vex themselves were an antithesis to their own existence. Requiring Radiolaria-microscopic silicon based organisms, to function.

Unbeknownst to Kabr however, it was Radiolaria itself, that had allowed sanctuary from the Vex's machinations. Their own microorganisms were naturally free from the effect of their powers.

But Radiolaria was harmful to all creatures. Hence, keeping them away from Vex's weakness.

Right now, Kabr's eyes were bloodshot as it realized what the Templar was attempting to do.

The titan roared, hurling the Wyvern towards the Vex mind. Expecting it to bounce off its shields.

Yet as the crushed Wyvern slammed straight into the Templar, blasting it away and knocking the mind off its balance. Kabr's eyes widened.

Right now, at the edge of time, only two existences could move. But the Templar had already communed with the fabric of existence, to leave haphazardly would ensure its demise.

In short, it was stuck dealing with Pahanin.

Kabr looked around, as the perception of time dawned on him. His eyes lingered at Pahanin.

He watched the hunter defiantly standing against the Templar.

As Kabr looked to his hands, covered in bright Radiolaria. He understood what was happening.

The Templar's power not working on him was the best evidence. If he wished to fight against the mind, the Radiolaria was the only way.

A bitter smile rested on his lips. Kabr knew more than most what using the Radiolaria would do. But as he looked to the Templar shifting the world's reality. His resolve hardened.

'So be it.'

Kabr leapt, harnessing the last of his light, he rammed into the Templar. The Vex mind was far too occupied to dodge.

So came another blow, slamming Templar through the cavern walls. Another and another.

Then, another.

Without rest, Kabr poured every ounce of his rage in his blows, not a second passed that he channeled his entire being into it.

Finally, the mind's hold on time seemed to weaken even further, as it let out a feeble cry. Seeking to summon a legion, but it fell on deaf ears. As it couldn't resurrect them in It's time domain, that was now its undoing.

Kabr hurled Templar to the ground, as he slammed fist first into it, each blow sent out tremors that shook the cavern.

This entire time, Templar hadn't stopped erasing Pahanin's existence. But, when faced with immediate death and prolonged survival, Templar chose the latter.

Inadvertently, it wove the fabric of time. Unable to completely erase Pahanin Templar had chosen to save its life from Kabr's rampant strikes.

As for the hunter's fate? None had ever encountered a partial erasure of existence. It was an anomaly.

Suddenly, it's domain of time crumbled, as the world continued on its axis.

Kabr felt the same pulse of energy erupt again. He immediately looked towards Pahanin. But alas, no one was there.

'Have I failed?'

'No!'

Though he couldn't see him, Kabr's senses did not lie, wherever Pahanin was, he was alive, and he was watching.

The titan heaved a sigh of relief. As he faced the bruised Templar once more, Kabr ruefully got to his feet.

"Pahanin...I may have dragged you into this. But I'll finish this." His voice trembled as he gasped for breaths.

No response came, but Kabr knew he was heard. It was a strange feeling, as if Pahanin was right there, but at the same time, he wasn't. A strange limbo.

The Templar could not account for Pahanin, yet now in its calculations, Kabr had breached its shields.

From the ruins of the Vex, the mind rewound time, constructing its undying legion to face the titan.

A strange smirk landed on Kabr's face, "Even if you hadn't I'd have nothing else to ask for."

Templar was certain, the last and final intruder needed to be eliminated.

Fate was truly a bitter companion and a shrewd enemy. Unbeknownst to Templar, it had inadvertently assured its own defeat.

Kabr sauntered towards the legion, his true purpose dawned on him. He would ensure the Vault's fall. For hope, and for the future.

No legion could hold him, no army would prosper against his will. His resolve was certain, victory and defeat stood right before him.

All he had to do was embrace both, and he would not hesitate.

Kabr was solemn. He snatched a Vex core off a goblin's carcass and crushed it. Drinking from what remained.

In Kabr's veins, coursed the Radiolaria fluid, the very foundational organisms of the Vex. His body was changing, forever.

He was but now a mindless machine, one that would fashion itself to a new shape and s erve a singular purpose. The purpose Kabr chose was simple.

'I will destroy the vault'

Time flowed, and Kabr fought the Vex, drinking from their cores till his light faded away. Till he was a mortal once more. He fought till he changed, transforming himself into something that should've never been.

He fought, till Kabr was no more.

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"I have destroyed myself to do this. They have taken my Ghost. They are in my blood and brain. But now there is hope."

"I have made a wound in the Vault. I have pierced it and let in the Light. Bathe in it, and be cleansed. Look to it, and understand."

"From my own Light and from the thinking flesh of the Vex I made a shield. The shield is your deliverance. It will break the unbreakable. It will change your fate. Bind yourself to the shield. Bind yourself to me. And if you abandon your purpose, let the Vault consume you, as it consumed me."

"Now it is done. If I speak again, I am not Kabr."

Those were the last words of Kabr, the one they would call, The Legionless.

So concluded the odyssey of a prideful titan. A tale of hubris and arrogance that ended with the greatest sacrifice.
 
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"Now it is done, if I speak again, I am not Kabr"

Kabr's whispers echoed deep within the chambers of the vault. Sorrow and grief etched his face, but embers of resolute defiance lingered in his eyes.

The radiolaria in his veins ate away at his humanity, altering the very structure of his existence. Facing his end, Kabr channelled the remaining embers of his light, but as the radiolaria mixed in his blood, the line between man and machine blurred.

His light served as the binding agent and he as the fuel- Combining his will with the essence of the Vex, Kabr's figure shook and crumbled.

As the Legionless heaved his last breaths, a relic emerged- The Aegis.

The Legacy of the indominable will of a Titan combined with the ever-evolving existence of the Vex that had given birth to the impenetrable and unstoppable Aegis.

A shield that served as a beacon against the currents of time itself. Any who wielded it could pierce through the very heart of the Vex, shatter their pocket dimensions and rend their immortal minds.

Kabr had used his soul as the furnace to forge the answer to the Vault, perhaps the answer to the Vex themselves.

The forsaken, timeless vault bore witness to his sacrifice, perhaps one that would be forgotten- buried in the annals of history....Or Would it?

There was another, watching it all from within an unironed wrinkle of time. His existence was incomplete- defying the laws of the vault. Yet once Templar departed, he revealed himself.

Pahanin had miraculously survived.

When Templar's attempt to erase him fell short, Pahanin found himself in limbo. In the depths of the vault, he existed only as an illusory observer, trapped within time and unable to lift a single finger.

Watching Kabr heave his last breath, Pahanin felt a deep, sorrowful ache, his heart heavy with grief

Days passed as Pahanin realized his hapless state. Here, he was merely a reflection of his former self. The mere existence of the Templar's well suppressed his powers.

Fear and dread filled his chest. Perhaps the Templar would come back to finish the job.

Perhaps the Vex would eventually realize he was there....Perhaps they wouldn't and he would remain here for all eternity.

Several debilitating thoughts ran through his mind.

As a last resort, Pahanin risked escape. Relying on his fractured existence he slowly began his ascent from the wretched vault.

But time flowed differently around him, each second felt like an eternity. Days, weeks, months- time passed him by as he climbed.

Rays of light shimmered before his eyes as he emerged from the Vault. The setting sun cast a melancholic hue across the empty sky.

'Was this freedom?'

Pahanin tumbled forwards, panting heavily. Leaving the vault had somehow freed him from his odd constraints, but he felt hollow.

A grim premonition clung to him—he felt as if his existence would simply wither away...as if the Templar was still watching.

The distant hum of Vex machinery caused his heart to sink....He was still within their territory. He couldn't stay here any longer, he had to move.

That's right..... he had to make it back to the city, back to his hideout.

Pahanin triggered his comms, as thousands of messages flooded the his channels....His eyes widened in disbelief.

The City was in complete turmoil!

What had happened? How long had he been gone?

But most of all, one message thread caught his eye.....

*Consensus Tribunal: Nightstalker facing trial*

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[ A few weeks earlier, Tower]

Ikorra watched from her spire as guardians gathered in the courtyard, answering the Vanguard war summons broadcast to every city channel worldwide,

Thousands of Jumpships flocked the horizon, forming the true armada of the city. Or rather, it was the guardians themselves- elite guerrilla fighters capable of inflicting devastating damage at short notice.

Lurking behind the fleet was a gargantuan interstellar colony ship. Although commissioned by Dead Orbit to support their agenda, it now served as an orbital command centre and mobile armoury for the Vanguard.

Ikorra's breath stiffened, a strange unease disturbing her mind. Her gaze lingered on the Guardians, their fate rested on her shoulders. An expectation she wouldn't betray....No she wouldn't allow herself to.

Turning away, she descended the steps of her spire and paced towards the war room.

Ikorra stepped inside, Zavala and Cayde were already present..

As they shared a glance, the air grew with tension.

For a mere instant, the Vanguard seemed to acknowledge the bleak reality of humanity's future, one that rested entirely on their shoulders.

Zavala greeted her with a nod, his eyes were still glued to the scout feed.

"What did we find?", Ikorra sat across the two, a new screen lit up as it hovered towards her.

Cayde leaned back in his chair, his brows furrowed.

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

"Then search again. Reorient the scouts closer." Ikorra retorted sharply.

Cayde's face stiffened, "You don't get it. They're not there."

He leaned towards the table and snapped his fingers, "Gone, no signs, just like that. Packed up and ditched the place."

"No records of any ships leaving the Lunar orbit." Zavala chimed in, "Do they know we're watching?"

"It's either that, or they dug a hole and buried themselves inside." Cayde got to his feet, "Either way, the scouts won't find anything anytime soon. If there's any hope for an attack, we'll be the ones initiating."

"Perhaps that's what they want." Ikorra scowled, falling into deep thought.

Zavala grit his teeth, "We can't allow them to control the tide of the battle."

"So what do we do big blue? Rush in there blow shit up and hope they come running?" Cayde chuckled.

Suddenly, a shrewd idea bloomed in the warlock's mind.

"I guess we will." Ikorra answered.

"Wait...really?" Cayde asked, flummoxed.

"Why so shocked? Don't you always say how gung-ho the hunters are?" Ikorra smiled.

"Yeah but- shot in the dark here, isn't that the reason we have plans and rules for this kinda stuff?" Cayde sceptically raised a brow.

"We do. This time, the enemy's expecting an army they can ambush. If we have skirmishes, we can thin down their numbers easily."

Zavala contemplated, considering Ikorra's plan, he was sure that it would work. Yet, who would take charge? A team capable of instant skirmishing and stealthy retreating was entirely unheard of.

....Unless.

"You want to use the Nightstalkers?" Zavala voiced his guess.

Ikorra nodded, a silence gripped the room. Tackling the Hive collectively was one thing, forcing a single team to skirmish alone was another.

There were far too many cases of guardian's losing their sanity with prolonged exposure to Hive magic.

Analysing the plan, Zavala could only outline one approach "It's not safe. We'll need to reinforce them with other teams."

But Ikorra immediately shot it down, "The Nightstalkers excel at stealth, anyone tagging along will only slow them down."

"Hey, personally I'd agree, but I'm not gonna send one team against a Hive army. Could you imagine the loot I'd have to fork out?" Cayde shook his head.

"They'll be safe. Only a few skirmishes before we engage the Hive. We'll use Toland to sniff out any Hive influence and pull them out before its too late. Asher Mir would monitor them from Orbit." Ikorra proposed her final plan.

Though Zavala and Cayde were apprehensive, they couldn't deny, it was the perfect plan. One that could bring the Hive to their knees.

With the planning finalized, the Vanguard signalled for the first few fleets to launch towards Lunar orbit.

An extensive joint launch would've turned heads with their energy signatures, yet owing to the Jumpship's versatility, fireteams could launch in succession and not trigger any major alarms.

Soon the Tower only housed its wall bearers-oath sworn guardians duty bound to protect the last city. Near the Cosmodrome, the Sunbreakers formed a small barricade line to help defend the city in the absence of its leaders.

Now, the fate of humanity truly rested upon the lightbearers enroute to the moon.
 
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Desolate space stretched out endlessly, a chasm of cold darkness punctuated only by distant stars. The vast emptiness between Earth and the moon felt eerily silent, a calm before the storm.

The chasm ruptured as a hyperdrive portal ripped through the fabric of space. From its maw, a squadron of ships burst forth, racing towards the moon with relentless speed.

"Approaching Orbit." Levi broke radio silence leading the squad towards the Lunar surface.

Void promptly replied "Affirmative", though his thoughts drifted, captivated by the galactic canvas of space. Distant starts glittered like diamonds and far off galaxies shimmered with a cosmic hue casting a haunting radiance across the vast expanse.

This was the first time in both lives that he'd made it this far into space. As he looked back, the Earth was a mere budding orchid in the blooming cosmic garden.

"Hold position" Levi commanded as the squad reached the edge of the Lunar orbit, "Rest of the squad's gonna catch up soon. Survey the orbit till the Vanguard's in range."

The squad scattered, each ship holding a different node.

Unable to tear his gaze away from the stars, Void sucked in a deep breath.

"It's....Beautiful." He murmured, configuring the Jumpship to glide slower.

Levi's voice crackled over the channel, "First time?"

"You'll get used to it, soon it'll just be another cold and dark place." Bandit scoffed.

Void chuckled, "You sound cheerful, lost some bets lately?"

"None of your damn business." Bandit retorted.

Cory chimed in, "Don't hate the player. I told you they'd send us out first. If you weren't dead set on being a hopeless gambler maybe you would've made some glimmer."

"But what is life, without risk?" Bandit sighed, "A predictable cesspool where true visionaries do nothing but suffer for their foresight."

"Didn't know true visionaries go around making stupid bets with the entire squad?." Cory jeered.

Bandit replied with a string of colourful words masterfully engineered to slip through the censor filter. Void could only describe it as art of the highest standard.

"Ignore those monkeys. They're always at it. Unfortunately, they make one heck of a duo, so they're stuck together." Levi said, shaking his head.

A second later, Levi's voice grew colder, "Got a ping, Vanguard's reaching in two. Captain's still wrapping things up with the Sunbreakers near Skywatch."

"We're going solo?" Cory frowned.

Bandit contemplated, "That's a gamble."

"Yeah well...I suppose we've got some visionaries assigning the mission, so be ready." Levi replied, aligning his ships navigation.

Void raised a brow, "Just recon? Or is the Vanguard hoping for a more interesting trip."

Levi scoffed, "Damned if I knew, chances are, they're not sending us for the sights."

The Squad redirected their ships, grouping back together as they entered a geostationary orbit.

"Heads up, they're here." Levi tapped the receiver by his visor as a new frequency entered the team's comms channel.

A moment later, a portal ripped open ahead as a colony ship scuttled across.

Cayde's voice cut through the static, "Hey hotshot, how's the cosmic scenery?"

"Refreshing, I suppose anything's better than the rotten walls of Skywatch." Void chuckled.

"Yeah well the walls sneak up on ya. You'll start missing them soon." Cayde replied his voice shuffled as Ikorra immediately pushed him away from the comms interface.

Zavala took over the channel as he began the briefing, "Guardians, are we all ready?"

"I wouldn't suppose you'd let us take five?" Cory sardonically replied.

"Let's start. We've outlined a general perimeter for the Hive's location. As it stands, none of our scouts have spotted their nest. Information is key, we need to find out where they are." Zavala sent over a few coordinates to their mapping system.

"You want us to scout Hive traces in this entire area?" Levi studied the mapping coordinates outlined on his visor.

Ikorra chimed in, "Not exactly. You'll send back a live feed to the ship. We'll have Toland analyse it to look for Hive signature nearby."

"You just want a visual?" Void said, his mind raced trying to figure out the plan.

She sighed and shook her head, "Once you do find Hive sign, lure their colonies into a skirmish and escape at your own discretion. "

"Well if you put it like that it sounds easy...." Bandit mumbled under his breath.

A sharp voice immediately cut through, "Ehm....Asher here, if you're all done bickering, I'd suggest you turn your attention towards the feed."

The Nightstalkers shifted their eyes to their wrists, a simple prompt appeared.

"I've requested your ghosts to authorize me to monitor your vital signs through the comms band. I suggest you approve it." Asher spoke out, his eyes glued to the monitoring feed.

"I'll monitor you for hive influence. We'll know if you're hexed before its too late."

"You're throwing out some scary words." Levi tensed.

"One can never be too careful.....The hive on the moon, I've heard they're different." Asher's voice was leaden, a harrowing silence gripped the team- Their mere mention caused them to stifle.

The moon seemed to glisten a bright hue, for a split second fiendish flames danced above its horizons - Or perhaps that was just Void's imagination.

"....Their magic, vile and wicked, stronger than eve-"

"Uh uh, not another word." Cayde slipped in, took over the comms and cut off Asher.

"Don't mind him, he's a bit daft, you know how warlocks get."

Ikorra shot him a tense glance as Cayde rolled his eyes and continued.

"Alright alright, let's put it this way eh? You go in there, you blow shit up and we cover your ass. That sound good?"

"Sounds better than the rest." Cory chuckled.

Bandit narrowed his eyes, "This 'cover your ass guarantee', what does it include."

Cayde pressed his lips together rubbed his chin, "You know, I was thinking I just cheer you on from the ship. Maybe give you a heads up once you're there. That typa stuff."

"How brave of you." Levi chimed in.

Void "Your sincerity knows no bounds"

"Oh there's bounds alright, so chop chop get to it before I cross them. We'll get in contact once you land." Cayde shut off the comms, leaving the team in silence.

"Well, that's our visionary." Levi reconfigured his nav system to the coordinates.

"We really doing this?" Cory reluctantly matched the coordinates.

"Unless you're willing to get investigated by the warlocks, I wouldn't say there's much of a choice." Void dismayed.

"Death is better than those bozos and their theories. Just a lot of rambling if you ask me." Bandit immediately locked his nav system to match.

"Enough. Follow my ship, don't stray further." Levi closed the comms feed and piloted towards the lunar orbit.

A few moments later, the team shot towards the lunar surface.

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Four Jumpships stealthily flew past the lunar horizon, seconds later the hunters covertly transmatted below.

"Two teams, cover it front to back, usual protocol." Levi voiced out as he stepped forwards.

"Dibs on Cory." Bandit interjected immediately, the two bumped fists.

Levi frowned, "Tsk. Fine, I'll take Void. We're covering the front."

"Oi, don't scowl when you say that." Void raised his brows and chimed in.

"Suit yourself, any other wisdom you'd like to impart?" Cory replied, cracking his knuckles as he and Bandit stood to the side.

"Keep comms on the ready, and don't get caught out." Levi shook his head and shuffled towards the target area.

"Relax, they won't see it coming." Cory and Bandit sauntered away.

Moments later, their figures dissolved akin to phantoms- The two had disappeared into thin air.

Levi shot one last glance towards them and heaved a breath.

"Let's go." He calmly strode forwards, digging his soles into the crumbling lunar soil.

"You fought hive before?" Levi asked, his gaze burrowing into the lunar landscape as he searched for signs.

"Only once, all thralls." Void answered, his eyes wandered but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

"Thralls, just consider them mindless corpses. It's possible we might have to face off against Knights and Wizards. " Levi's voice trailed off.

"You seem concerned." Void felt the air stiffen.

"I am. You're strong, but the Hive are different. The wizards are cunning, they'll tire you out with numbers and only show themselves at your weakest. Knights, dreadful and lethal, no matter what, they'll try and crush you with strength alone."

"Don't let your guard down. A single mistake and you'll regret it." Levi cautioned solemnly.

"Appreciate the heads up, I'll be careful." Void steeled his mind, he had not yet encountered a hive wizard.

An eerie sensation loomed over his head.

Void's hands rested on the scabbard to his side, his sword stirred.

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"All clear", Void prowled the barren lunar plains, his figure hidden within the frayed wrinkles of shadow cast upon the surface.

"Status" Levi frowned, they'd been searching for close to ten minutes, yet there was no sign of hive activity.

It was odd. Far too odd. The hive were shrewd, yes. But first and foremost, they were bloodthirsty and impatient.

He didn't believe that they had managed to slip through the hive's defences. Which could only mean, something else was controlling the hive, something more powerful than their own primal instincts.

Just what were they up against?

"Nothing here either. At this rate they might've just dug a hole and buried themselves." Cory replied.

"Weasel bastards, they're saving their strength." Bandit scoffed.

Void contemplated, he could only recall vague details of the great disaster. The incident had left the thousands shattered, yet such a tragic war wasn't well documented. However, that didn't mean he couldn't guess what the Hive were up to.

'Tributes', a thought flashed in his mind.

Unbeknownst to the city, Crota was vying for strength, enough to oppose his father's council of elders and regain his position as prince. He needed tributes and sacrifices- The hive's sword logic functioned under simple rules, if enemies were slaughtered in their name, the Hive grew stronger.

The mysterious reason behind the hive's silence was simple. They were far too busy.

"Let's continue the search, we're bound to find something." Void spoke up.

It wasn't a speculation, perhaps if it had been anyone else, the hives cunning would've born fruit. Unfortunately Void possessed the ability to see through their petty act.

To put it simply, his eyes were already accustomed to the dark.

'Just a bit further.'

Void and Levi continued to wander until they came upon mounds of dust. Eerie whispers danced around their ears.

A chilling shiver ran down their spines, they were close.

As if knowing this, Void felt his sixth sense acting up. The flow of energy here was concentrated.

"You felt that?" Void frowned.

"Beyond those dunes, its definitely there." Levi nodded.

The two blended among the shadows, cautiously prowling further as Levi sent the feed back to the Vanguard.

They shuffled closer to the dunes and glanced across.

"Hive nests." Levi mumbled.

Beyond the dunes, were hollow mountains. Home to a hive brood. Cocoons of dirt were spread around, the ground was bleak and lifeless, trenches and tunnels littered the landscape.

Void's eyes shimmered, faint carvings were visible to his sight. They were everywhere. A sliver of shrewd and cunning magic lingered within them.

'Traps'

He didn't need to understand what they meant, but their purpose was certain.

"No, not just a nest." Void whispered back. His eyes widened as his gaze stretched for miles.

Sigils, breeding grounds and tunnels. It wasn't just their home. It served a greater purpose.

Voids voice "It's a fortress."

His words were heard by all the Vanguard present, the feed was immediately reviewed.

A stoic voice cut through the silence, "Your hunter is right. Those runes dictate barriers. The hive are known to be territorial for their brood."

Void immediately recognized the voice, Toland the shattered. Or rather, he was not shattered yet.

"The Hive are more prepared than we thought." Ikorra judged.

"No, its not that. This, is beyond preparation. They weren't preparing for us." Toland disagreed.

"You mean?" Cayde's eyes narrowed.

Toland pressed his lips together, "The Hive have many enemies. This fortress is a remnant, from an old battle. They're using it to breed and strengthen their brood."

Contemplating a few more possibilities, Toland took over the comms.

"We need a closer look. Be careful, it seems to me they're dormant. They're not expecting anyone."

"Got it, we'll keep the feed on." Levi replied.

"Heads up, we're moving in, come to our side." Void sent a message to Bandit and Cory.

A few seconds passed as a voice resounded, "Alright, we're rushing closer."

Void and Levi shared a glance, their figures turned transparent. Deftly, the two darted across the dunes, dashing towards the Hive fortress.

Their steps halted as they inched closer, Void carefully stepped towards their nests.

As Levi carefully captured the entire area on footage, the two ensured no thralls were awake.

Void spared a glance to the cocoons, solid and sealed. The Hive were slumbering, perhaps that was the only reason they'd made it this far inside.

He couldn't feel any other presence present. Neither Wizards nor Knights. It was strange.

Levi trudged ahead, examining each intricate rune in hopes of deciphering it. He scoured the tunnels in leu of gathering intel.

That was when he stumbled upon them.

A strange set of glittering runes, carved into the inner walls of the long winding and dark tunnels. It was unlike the others. These runes, felt alive. A strange rhythm was present within their glow.

Like a beating heart, it dimmed and glimmered subtly drawing him closer.

"Void, I found something." Levi's brows furled, he shuffled closer.

"Do not go closer to the runes." Toland's voice sharply broke him out of his subtle trance.

Levi found his hand lingering near the rune and he swiftly jerked it back. Just as he had done so, Void followed behind.

His eyes lingered on the rune, Void's face darkened.

'The three eyed sigil', He immediately spotted that accursed mark.

"Stand back." Void gestured as Levi cautiously withdrew.

"Can you read it?" Void urged Toland. Though he knew what the mark meant, he needed Toland to be the one who said it. Otherwise, the Vanguard would not entirely believe him.

"I can, but they are not simple words." Toland hummed, a strange quiver fractured his voice.

" The living ascendant. The mightiest of the King's spawns. The World ender. Crota. The Hive Prince."

A dreadful silence gripped the comms

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Toland continued, "It's the mark of an ascendant Hive. These runes lay claim to this place, in his name."

Void prodded, "What does being ascendant mean." He needed Toland to reveal all he knew to the Vanguard.

Toland was not extremely loyal, his findings were his own. However, when questioned, he had no choice but to answer.

The shrewd warlock's face stiffened, "It is a term with little history. All I know, is that they are the progenitors of the Hive. Strong, immensely so. Their magic is vile, capable of defiling any who come across it."

"So one of those is behind all this? Crota you said? If he's the prince, who's this king then?" Levi squinted at the runes.

"That's what the runes say. This King, whoever it is. HIs existence is revered by the Hive records and tablets alike, their whispers echo, in awe of his power. Yet none entirely say who or what he is. "

Toland recited all he knew, decades of his hive research had allowed him to cultivate a better understanding of the Hive. But the Hive were far too ancient, it wasn't possible to learn everything.

"What next?" Void inquired, he and Levi could not make that decision alone. They'd found valuable information. Yet, it was evident that going any further had considerable risk.

"The Hive lay dormant. If you wish, you could take them by surprise. It'll be valuable insight into their fortress defences." Toland dryly chuckled.

"As much as I'd like to blow them to shit, I need confirmation." Levi retorted.

Ikorra's eyes narrowed as she surveyed the feed. The runes, the breeding nests, she scrutinized it all.

For the first time in a while, Ikorra was stumped. She knew nothing of the Hive, and apart from the ramblings of a mad warlock, she had nothing to trust.

Her eyes naturally shifted towards Zavala and Cayde. The vanguard trio shared a quick glance.

"It's best to exercise caution, survey more of the fortress, get out when possible." Zavala suggested.

"I'm with big blue on this one, all those cocoons are too much, it'd be a pain to rid of em all." Cayde nodded.

Ikorra agreed, information was more important, she turned towards the comms screen.

"Expand the search radius, gather as much information as you can." She commanded.

"Affirmative, we'll regroup and continue", Levi sighed internally.

He looked towards the pitch black long winding tunnels stretching endlessly underground.

The tunnels formed a macabre maze, with sepulchral walls drenched in lightless ichor, a morbid and chilling breeze gathered around the entrance.

"Nervous?" Void asked, he too looked at the tunnels, but instead of fear, it aroused his interest. He could see beyond the magic that veiled the senses.

The tunnels were hiding something important. An erratic flow of energy pulsed from within. Void needed to see it for himself.

"Descending there is risky, we might not make it out." Levi replied, a cold gleam evident in his eyes.

"Yet here you stand, hypocritical don't you think. I thought you said only fools listen to the fanatical warlocks." Void chuckled.

A sanguine smile tugged at Levi's lips, "There comes a time when a man must make a choice. Don't get me wrong, I am not dying in this shithole."

'Not without a fight' The words struck his lips, but he only mumbled.

Void unbuckled his sword, ready to draw. A lethal pressure radiated from him.

"Leave it to me, my eyes are sharper than yours." He smiled.

They locked eyes as Levi caught a glimpse of his resolve.

One had to ask, why were hunters always first and foremost in scouting? Why were they the ones fighting tooth and nail and risking their hide to gather intel?.

Couldn't the warlocks do the same with their weird rituals?

The answer was simple, instinct. Their instincts trumped all. No one knew how they had it, perhaps it was another gift from the traveller.

but one thing was certain. Their instincts were rarely wrong.

Right now, Levi knew, Void was able to see through the Hive and their darkness. He did not know how, neither did he care. It was a feeling surpassing the need for words.

"Try not to get us killed idiot."

Levi relented, an invisible burden seemingly lifted off his shoulders.

The next second two figures flickered emerged, their form masked by a faint coat of light.

Bandit's eyes immediately fell on the tunnel entrance.

"You know for once you'd think they'd have us not be rats scurrying around a dungeon."

"I thought you were into raiding dungeons?" Cory chirped.

Bandit raised a brow, an irritable frown creased his forehead, "For the loot. I am not a deranged pervert that likes to lurk in the nooks and crannies."

"Bold words for someone who literally hides in a shadow." Cory rolled his eyes.

"Dogs, zip it. I'm taking over so follow my lead. One more thing, keep your grubby hands off anything shiny." Void face palmed and then particularly shot Bandit a glare.

"Suits me, I wasn't gonna touch those freaky symbols even if you asked." His face contorted in disgust.

"Let's go" Levi pushed Void to the front as their team paced towards the tunnel.

An oppressive aura erupted, weighing them down. Their light dimmed. The four hunters shared a glance, one by one their figures blended within the lightless dark.

Soon, four shadows scattered, descending towards the core of the maze.

--

"See anything?" Cory pestered.

"For the last goddamn time, nothing yet." Void grinded his teeth as he whispered back.

Levi shook his head as they continued their descent. A few minutes had passed, yet nothing was to be seen.

Well aside from the crimson and jagged cavern rock, hundreds of Hive cocoons smothered in golden miasma and the occasional rune trap that Void cautioned them to avoid.

Their descent was quite...boring by his standards. Whatever Void was doing, was far too effective.

The four were still undetected, moving like wraiths in the lightless burrows of the Hive. They would occasionally stop to gather intel on the Hive forces present.

However, that cycle was broken the moment they stumbled upon the heart of the maze.

On a fetid and crude bed of bones, strung together through twisted craggy pillars, lay a set of runes carved intently by a rugged edge of a blade.

"An altar."

Void recognized it immediately, he shot a glance to Levi, the latter kept the feed running.

"The Hive seemed to be communing with something. But what would they even want to summon?" Levi mumbled.

"The Altars are not limited to communion. It could be a place of sacrifice...." Toland's voice trailed off as his eyes fell on the runes. He intently studied them in silence.

Bandit crouched near the altar, recognizing a gleaming fluid residue smeared over the bones.

His eyes narrowed as he inched closer, "Oi, this....is Radiolaria."

Bandit's word struck a chord, suddenly it all made sense. Who the Hive were preparing for.

Across the feed, the Vanguard were speechless.

"The Hive against the Vex, never thought I'd see the day." Cayde scoffed.

"The darkness is more complex than we thought." Zavala mused.

Toland remained silent, his eyes still glued to the runes. He obsessively gawked, scrutinizing each and every letter.

Then, a thought crossed his mind.

"That altar, we need to study it closer."

His voice echoed over the comms.

"This is as close as I'm getting" Bandit retorted, Toland fell silent once more.

He wished to see what the Altar did. He craved to see the true power of the Hive gods. For if the altar runes were true. He had found what he was looking for.

The Altar of the deathsong. Alas, he had no choice.

Unless.

"What do the runes say this time?" Levi pondered as he tried to make sense of it.

Void examined them as well, yet being able to disregard Hive magic did not mean he could invoke understanding from it. To him, it was also gibberish.

"It is...a prayer." Toland replied, his voice grew hoarse.

"What it means, I do not know. But it says." His lips pressed together.

Void's heart sunk to his stomach, something was wrong. With heightened senses his eyes darted around but he could perceive nothing.

Toland spoke. Not a word or a phrase. Neither ear or eye could perceive it.

And then, the altar glowed.
 
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The altar glowed. A bewitching hymn struck the hearts of those present, the air quivered and fell silent.

Mephitic spirits gathered and a terrible gale roared, as wicked whispers turned to howls, the runes lit ablaze. A fiendish fire danced across the bones, a dreadful blume converged.

Ghastly reflections of the hive wizards took form within it, descending towards their summons. As lightless tunnels were plunged into twilight, a gelid chill gripped the earth.

The next instant, everything stalled.

[Sixth Sense]

Void's body moved on instinct as he unsheathed his blade, a sharp aura exuded, then with eyes settled on the altar his body flickered.

A dreadful strike cleaved apart the rune circle and split the apparitions in the fog, causing a malevolent eruption, the Hive magic danced wildly but it was immediately eaten up by the blade.

Void's violent slash snapped everyone out of their trance as a sudden panic overtook their senses.

"RUN!"

Four shadows shot towards the tunnel exit in a mad frenzy. The altar had shook the hive from their slumber. Any second now, and they would flood the tunnels looking for the disruption.

"What the HELL was that" Levi groaned dashing forwards with extreme speed.

"Hive wizards, they ensnared us with that fog." Void replied, darting beside him.

The ground rumbled as frightening shrieks resounded.

"They're awake. We're gonna be surrounded." Cory barked, his face stiffened as he sprinted faster.

"Then we'll just kill our way out." Bandit hissed, unsheathing his daggers.

As the four spectres bolted through the tunnels towards the courtyards of the Hive fortress, an army of thralls awaited them.

"CHARGE." Levi roared, a vigorous aura exuded from within him, he flashed forwards with a swift kick that split the air on impact, ripping through the thralls.

Immediately, Bandit's figure dissolved into Cory's shadow. A murky coat of light stuck to the latter's knuckles as he mowed down any thralls before him with lethal punches.

-Clink-

Void's blade unsheathed, Pahanin's technique flashed his mind. He swiped ahead, a lilac streak swept ahead and cut through the thralls.

Cory skilfully weaved through the thralls. His murky light tugged at his own shadow, as he punched again, shadowy spectral arms rose and punched just the same.

"What! How did you do that?" Void flickered beside him and slashed.

"Practice and patience." Cory chuckled, the shadows around him took the form of his strikes.

Suddenly, a spectre scattered from Cory's shadow, reaping lives with vicious swipes, Bandit surfaced for a second.

Bandit dryly chortled ,"He calls it Shadow boxing", and then jolted from shadow to shadow, like an untouchable wraith.

The thralls outnumbered them, but the four hunters were viciously mowing them down for a chance to survive.

Levi jumped up and summoned his bow, as light concentrated into an arrow.

"Son of a-" Void stammered as he and Cory shuffled away while Bandit hid in their shadows.

Levi's arrow pierced through the hive as it tethered them to the ground corrosive light erupted, umbral chains sprouted from the Shadowshot and drained the thralls of their vitality.

"Give us a goddamn warning, shithead." Void barked, his hands rested on the hilt of his sword.

"I thought you had sharp eyes shithead." Levi raised a brow.

Another wave of thralls rushed closer.

-Clink-

He swiped his sword, its edge covered in a thin streak of light which swept forth, dissecting everything ahead.

"Watch the blade!" Cory slid under the sword's streak, the attack barely grazing his cloak.

Bandit emerged, dancing with his daggers as he rushed towards the fortress wall.

"Call the ships, we're running outta time." Bandit shouted, climbing towards the exit.

Levi tinkered with the transponder and sent out the pickup location, "They're enroute, let's go!"

Despite the thralls chasing them, Levi followed Bandit's lead and leapt to the fortress wall

Void and Cory followed closely behind but realization struck.

"The traps!" Void barked, but it was too late. As the four looked back, the mindless thralls had triggered their own mines.

A blinding flash spread out.

The sudden eruption was too fast. Far too fast for anyone to notice. The explosion pulled everything in as the Hive energy erupted, the blast reduced everything to smithereens.

Only a crater was left behind. The hive fortress itself was buried beneath the lunar dust. All life was reduced to dust and ash. Hive themselves weren't immune to their accursed power.

Alas, that was its overbearing cost. The lightless crater shimmered, three ghost shells remained steadfast, standing over the ashes of their guardians.

The fourth, was no where to be seen.

From the darkness, a shadow wiggled and danced wildly, a second later it spat out a charred figure.

Bandit heaved a breath and weakly coughed.

"You guys owe me....big time." He trudged towards their ghosts, a sudden spark of light jolted from his palms.

Void, Cory and Levi had their bodies reconstructed as their ghosts resurrected them. Suddenly pulled from the brink of death, the four felt nauseated.

" Fuck, those idiots really blew themselves up." Cory sighed.

" All's well that end's well." Levi shook his head.

Void got to his feet, his eyes immediately looked towards the east. A cloud of dust rose and fell. Faint tremors grew more frequent.

His eyes narrowed, "It's not over yet."

Just as he had said, a terrifying shriek bellowed. One that they hadn't heard before.

"That explosion was quite a show, because of it we've attracted some...attention." Void contemplated.

Judging from the tremors he felt it could only be one thing. Void gestured them all to get ready.

The four took a defensive stance, readily trying to charge up their light through the ghosts before the enemy appeared.

'It can only be that' Void grimaced.

Suddenly, the shrieks grew louder, faster, and seemed closer. It had picked up pace. The tremors now felt like a beating heart, pounding wildly.

Dust rose and fell, as shivers ran down their spines. Across the crater, they saw a titanic figure.

An amalgamation of rotten bones, and miasma, a hulking and towering giant that looked upon them as if they were its next meal. Unlike its size, it was mighty and fast.

As they looked upon it from the distance, it charged on all fours, like a rabid beast, crossing miles in seconds.

Finally, It was upon them.

'An Ogre.'
 
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--

"Didn't know they even made em this big honestly." Cory trained his eyes on the Ogre as it heaved in breaths.

"You know what they say, the bigger they are, the harder they fall." Levi raised his head to match the towering Ogre's gaze.

"Well I am not pushing him, so do the honours." Bandit dismayed his eyes locked on to the Ogre's shadow.

Void calmly walked forwards, signalling the rest to follow, slowly the four Nightstalkers had encircled the Ogre.

A sudden prompt appeared.

==

{Legendary Guardian System}

+(Optional Quest - Enfeeblement)

Shatter the Might of Crota. Kill the Ogre!

Rewards: ???
Remarks: Let's establish one fact. Only Green Ogres are Allowed!

==

'Might of Crota' Void's eyes narrowed, he recalled that name. The Ogre wasn't as simple as it looked.

As the beast stared them down, the Nightstalkers plotted their attack.

"That exposed brain gives me a bad feeling, keep an eye out." Void clenched his blade.

An Ogre could fire lethal blasts of energy from its head, without a titan to block it head on, any other guardian would probably be vaporized to dust.

"What's it doing, fidgeting on its feet?" Bandit narrowed his eyes as the four prowled around the Ogre.

"It's trying to strike, but doesn't know when. Probably just confused." Levi judged, his hands gripped the edge of his rocket launcher, ready to deploy any second.

"What time till the ships get here?" Void asked, conjuring a grenade in his left hand.

"Few more minutes, but I'm under the impression that the Ogre knows." Cory dug his feet into the dirt.

The encircling hunters halted for a mere second.

Facing the Ogre's piercing gaze, a tense tremor shook their hearts. As if it could read their souls, the Ogre shuffled.

It scrambled on all fours, beating the ground with its arms. Suddenly, it rushed forwards charging towards Void.

Hurling its fist forwards, the Ogre roared. Void deftly slipped underneath, as he dropped a smoke below its feet.

The next second, a plume erupted, covering the crater in dense fog.

As if reading Void's intentions, the rest of the hunters slipped into the mist akin to spectres.

Their figures scattered, enraging the Ogre, its head glowed as a luminous charge threatened to break out.

Instantly, zipping through unnoticed, Void slashed at its ankles with breath taking speed. A sudden singe paralyzed the Ogre for a fraction of a second.

"Shoot!" Levi barked. Bandit, Cory and he emerged letting go of the arrows.

Three Shadowshots tore through the air as they erupted in the crater. Slithering chains constricted the Ogre, devouring energy out of its body.

Pushed beyond its breaking threshold, the Ogre's shrieked, its gargantuan body convulsed as energy gathered at its head, erupting forth as a pure beam of fiend fire.

The Ogre's fire melted everything in its path as it viciously whipped its head around. The hunters danced around it, barely letting it graze their figures.

They shot towards the Ogre. Void blitzed to the side, with a vigorous slash he dug into the Ogre's flesh, a corrosive singe ran through its blood.

Before it could recover, Cory's apparitions rocked him with blows till it lost its balance. The Ogre, could not recover. As it fell, Bandit appeared from underneath, ferociously cutting its flesh with daggers.

Scrambling to its feet, the Ogre swung a haymaker hoping to swat away the Nightstalkers, but they were slipping through his blows as they continued to devour its life.

Despite all the wounds it had received, the Ogre was still raring to go. As a depraved amalgamation of the Hive, its corrupted body would not rest until it was completely erased.

Void knew that. But to completely kill the Ogre was difficult. The Hive rituals had made it too strong. Even if they fought for a few days the Ogre wouldn't stop.

The only other way, was to force the Ogre to retreat. To damage its brain beyond use.

Void's light flared, a thin streak of it covered the edge of his blade. The sword felt restless, or rather, Zamyr's presence stirred within it.

He crouched a few metres before the Ogre, a coat of light on his soles. Void leaned forward slightly.

The others caught on, flickering towards a safe distance.

As the Ogre stumbled forwards its eyes locked on Void. Yet before it could perceive what happened.

Void shot forwards like a bullet. With extreme and ruthless speed, his blade swung overhead ripping through the sound barrier, Void's energy erupted to its maximum.

He slashed, the sword strike cut through the lunar surface and struck the Ogre.

Despite its thick armour, a small crack appeared in its head sending it tumbling backwards.

Levi took his chance, unloading four rockets on to the Ogre at the exact instant, a cloud of dust rose obscuring the crater.

"Ships are here!" Cory cried out, he and Bandit darted towards extraction.

Levi and Void glanced the Ogre's way, sensing no movement the two bolted.

A second later, four figures transmatted out. With Jumpships on full throttle, the hunters ran towards the colony ship awaiting them.

Beneath them on the Lunar surface, the Ogre had regained its balance. As the cloud of dust settled, a scar marked its crown. With its enemies no where to be seen, the Ogre cried out.

--

[Vanguard's Colony Ship]

Ikorra's aura spilled out, her eyes shimmered. Her hands tensed as she tightened her grip.

Toland hung in the air, an umbral energy wrapped around his arms and legs, twisting each in different directions.

Helpless yet unafraid, the warlock remained silent. No amount of words would appease the Vanguard as it was. Not yet anyway.

"I will ask again. What did you do." Her voice thundered.

The Vanguard had immediately surrounded him the moment he had made the mistake of speaking in Hive tongue.

Toland had no chance at escape. His eyes remained glued at the life monitor. As long as the squad was safe, he wouldn't be punished too harshly.

Asher chimed in, "The Squad's back, their Jumpships are on the network."

"Tell them to report to command." Zavala nodded.

"No." Cayde abruptly interrupted.

"You want four hunters in this room that this rat sold out? You're out of your mind big blue. We wouldn't walk two steps out before some unfortunate incident befalls him." Cayde chuckled.

"Unless of course, you're okay with it. I... take no part in it." Cayde held his hands in surrender, letting the decision fall on the titan.

Zavala contemplated. Toland had indeed acted suspicious, yet he couldn't let the affected team be near the warlock. There had been far too many such cases in the past. Retaliation was a very real thing.

Sensing the opportunity, Toland decide to speak.

"Zavala...I have done nothing except what you've asked." He heaved a difficult breath, causing Ikorra to lower her magic.

Toland rubbed his wrists and caught a breath.

"Explain yourself." Ikorra waved him off.

"The Hive are cunning and shrewd. Their magic has a mind of its own. I only possess limited knowledge. Reading their runes on the altar, I simply.... had no clue what would happen."

"Your actions almost caused us to lose our squad. You want me to put it all on an accident?" Ikorra clenched her teeth.

"No, I understand the risks of the Hive. I cannot expect the others to put their lives on the line to gain knowledge. Your hunters are right to blame me. I can only ask for forgiveness." Toland lowered his head.

A palpable silence ran amok in the room.

Ikorra's light boiled.

"Asher, have Toland stay in the command." Zavala chimed in and walked towards the door.

He glanced back at Asher, "and tell the squad to report to the main hall."

==
 

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