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Images raced through his sight; a struggle as old as he could remember, light and dark waging war with one another and no side having any chance to gain the upper hand. Two figures traded blows until the Light had been overpowered. Only when the Darkbringer's former fireteam came to aid him did the Dark finally be defeated. It spoke of horrors unimaginable, secrets yet to be uncovered and a single possible outcome for Guardians; destruction. What stood before him was the true embodiment of the Darkness, brought to its knees by the Light. A final hoorah left the Darkness to be condemned to punishment, leaving the Dark One dark no more.

Before Arxus stood the spirit of who once was, a glimpse into the past for a last goodbye. He was a Warlock once, the pride of the Traveler's creations. As the Warlock offered his thanks, he disappeared to join his fireteam into the afterlife. Silence filled his head. The nightmares were gone. The Darkbringer was gone. Arxus set his shotgun over his shoulder and replied to the images, though he knew he'd recieve no response in return. "Markus, huh. You're welcome."

The fortress shook again and Arxus snapped back to reality. Gutteral roars tore through the interior, bones and metal shaking free from the framework of the structure. Grim reported several energy spikes emitting from the center of the fortress, and then it all stopped completely.