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The cloud of smoke from the blast eveloped the room. Flint sent the last man in his squad to confirm the intruder's death

"Doesn't look like there's anything left, Flint. Just that filthy Lightwielder's helmet."

The cultist walked out of the smoke, which was just beginning to recede. He had Sauron's helmet half on his head, cocked on a jaunty angle.

"You think it'll look good on-"

His eyes widened.

*gghrk.*

The soldier flopped over with a knife in his back. Sauron strode calmly out from behind him, wreathed in the ethereal Void energy of a Force Barrier. His helmless face and his armor were awash in blood, giving him a nightmarish and horrific air. The Exo smiled, and it was the most terrfying thing Flint, who'd braved many horrors in the Darkbringer's service, had ever seen in his entire life.

Sauron walked forward, pausing only to rip his blade free of the loot-taker with a sickening *splurch*.

Flint opened up on Sauron full-blast, but the Titan kept his steady pace and unearthly grin. He deftly gripped the barrel of Flint's weapon, ripped it from his hands, and tossed it across the room. Sauron gripped Flint by the throat with one hand and pinned the cultist leader against the wall. With the other, he drew his knife, and Flint watched with morbid interest as the light played across its bloodstained edge.

The Exo spoke in a low, rasping voice, like a seized gear in a broken engine.

"Now then, how about you tell me just how I can get inside that lovely door you've been guarding so valiantly?"