Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-24510587-20151030164455/@comment-25932172-20151111015818

Finally, all the acolytes had been demolished. Though there would be no rest in this victory. Hope had become a fleeting thing as the chamber was filled with a blinding light. Arising from the ashes of darkness came the pale rider himself. The famed reaper, Death; Enxor, the Bone Wraith walked the world again. His voice boomed through the chamber and foretold of the ultimate demise that would become of Argus. Was this to be their fate? Coming so far only to be crushed beneath the heel of a God, who's power extended far beyond the scope of imagination? The towering being stretched far beyond the view of the fireteam, with a set of glowing eyes that flooded the entire chamber with a presence of evil. To gaze upon this ultimate being was to know true despair.

"We're too late!" Arxus shouted, although stating the obvious. Such a large and powerful creature had no glaring weaknesses. The dark aura that Enxor emitted ate away at their Light, and their sanity and their hope. What chance did they have? But, no. While Arxus could still cling to hope, he would fall. He gritted his teeth and pulled out his scout rifle, aiming at the Hive God and challenging him. To walk from this battle alive, Argus would have to become more than mere warriors of the Light. They would need to be godslayers.