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As the final servant of Enxor fell to Argus, the guardians attention was drawn to an orb of light which grew in size and intensity until it burst, momentarily blinding the fireteam.

Varrus remained on his feet, unlike a few others, though his shield was washed away in the tide of darkness that followed. As the dread hive god spoke, the giant's body and mind were flooded with the unnaturall, numbing cold of dread. Staring into the endless void of the hive's three eyes, Varrus beheld with horror the being which Argus sought. The skeletal giant sapped the hope and courage of the team with its mere presence.

Varrus was nearly lost in those eyes, and the hunger behind them, if not for his mark. The voidmail sash burned brightly against his leg, shining ever brighter in the dark, as all light does. Looking down upon the gleaming light of uncounted titans, Varrus saw the symbolisim for what he himself must do. He would shine brighter in the darkness, like all those before him. And if he was to die here, he would ensure that his final act would be to slay the bone wraith, for the final time. Gathering his courage, the titan cast his gaze upwards once more and spoke.

"Enxor, fell "god" of bones, spawn of darkness, lord of death. My people have ledgends, from before the golden age. Ledgends of heros who defended people, slew monsters, and bested death. Those heros are gone, washed away by the unstoppable march of time and tradgedy. But for each crisis, when all seems lost and the world will surely end, new heros arise, and make their mark on history. Perhaps, centuries from now, we shall be the unremembered heros of a bygone age. But here and now, is our time, our turn. We defend people. We slay monsters. Now we shall best death."

"Now, we shall become ledgend."