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As the Acolytes began to fall, it was like as if the floor itself swallowed the remains. When the last of the monsters died, the chamber went quiet. Then, a dim light began to glow in the center of the room. The light grew in brightness and size, and started to form into an orb. Soon, a giant ball of energy glowed through the room, illuminating the whole abyss and almost blinding the Guardians. But while it seemed to get brighter, the floor was as dark as before. Then, as suddenly as the light had first appeared, a set of three jet-black eyes formed in a V-shape made their appearance of the orb. A voice echoed out, booming and loud, filling all of the Guardians with fear.

"Light-bringers. Saviours. Guardians. These are the names you go by. My people express themselves differently. To them, and to me, you are lowly vermin who seeks to hide and cower beneath a broken and false idol. You do not see the truth before your eyes. The idol you percieve as good is trying to doom you. You're nothing but yet another worthless civilization to sacrifice, in an attempt to prolong its sickening rule. To live under its rule is a curse. You are nothing but an army of chosen undead, resisting what is inevitable. Death comes to all things, no matter power or status. You will see that soon enough. In my world, Death is what rules. For Death is inevitable, and no power can change that. Death is inevitable, it strikes down all things, low or high, weak or mighty. Even we, the unending Ascendants of the Hive, will end one fateful day. Death is the real truth, and the only truth is Death. This is the lesson that I give you. No action you take, no Death you give, no Death you take, nothing will stop the true Death. For true Death, that is me. I am Enxor, he who is a Wraith of Bone, he who Withers Light, he who devour worlds. Death is coming for you, Guardians. It will claim you."

As the voice spoke, the orb of Light grew larger, covering more and more and more of the room, until eventually, it seemed to be as large as the Traveler itself. And then, when it seemed as i it could grow no more, it exploded, and everything went dark. The Guardians lost sight of one another, not even seeing their own hands. But then, as if something had stirred them in their millenia-old rest, the gigantic Bones of Enxor burst from the liquid floor, glowing with an other-worldy force, spinning up into the air, forming a whirlwind of ash. Seeming as like the bones themselves let out a horrendous shriek, the many body parts of the Bone Wraith fell into place, and a shape took form. As the ancient structure was nearly finished, the floor erupted a second time, and a scythe of slender build, made of bone as ancient as the world itself, hovered by the levitating body. A hand reached out and took hold of the weapon, and the whirlwind blew out. Before the stunned Fireteam Argus, Enxor, God of Death, stood reborn. His V-shaped set of eyes looked down at the Guardians, who were horrified by the awakened god's appearance. His complex set of bones seemed to be indestructible, yet hollow, and there was a hint of a sinister energy lurking inside of the god. To stare into his eyes was to stare into the void itself, to be consumed by it. And when the once brave Guardians looked upon him, they felt weak and broken. Enxor would claim them.

The voice sounded again, but this time, it had a body to be connected with.

"Death will claim you, your people, your worlds, your hope."