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Baryos' eyes were glazed, as he stared at the floor. Flashes of the siege on his compound swam in his vision. He lowered himsef to the ground, preparing for the pain of the memory. Artemis.

But it never came. Instead, he felt a sudden, all too real, splitting pain in his head. He fell to the side, clutching his face, his temples, screaming all too loud. But he saw.

He saw the figure of a Warlock, bathed in the slithering Dark. The shadow stepped toward him, and whispered in a raspy voice-

"Death comes for you all. You think you're safe?"

It uttered a sound similar to a chuckle. The apparition placed its hand over the right side of Baryos' face, burning him with the shadows.

"You're all too weak."

A screech louder than anyhing Baryos had ever heard raked his eardrums as the Dark figure disappeared.

A Blades Elksni was in the Archive room when Baryos hit the ground shrieking. She rushed over to the Guardian, only to see somethinhg terrifying.

His body writhed, eyes rolled back in his head, and a burning Hive symbol on his right temple, the human appeared to be in immense pain .His mouth began to foam, so she turned him onto his chest.

"Guardian- Kell! Thou must come to the Archives, for thine ally writhes in pain!"