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Arxus hopped over the debris pile to finally reunite with the rest of his squad, but it was too soon. A bright flash of light had blinded everyone, forcing the Titan to cover his eyes with his free arm. Vision was obscured and yells muffled by the ringing of the ear. When all cleared, there was naught but dust of the conflict. The Darkbringer had collapsed upon the floor and left all else standing, with no obvious resistance left. The cultists had fallen all, and the Hive threat neutralized for now. The giant known as Varrus loomed over the crumpled figure of the Dark One, still breathing but not for long.

The Titan moved away from his cover, motioning for Scythe to follow. "Seems like we got them all. Poor bastard tried to pull a quick one." He approached Varrus and patted him over the shoulder for a job well done. "Good job, squishy." However, the Crucible Champion didn't seem to react. Or move even, for that matter. He stood there like a statue in waiting, stiff and featureless. "Varrus?"