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As there was no doubt within his mind, reports were ongoing in the background. Avgust ascended as Scythe descended into the Hall of Vanguards, and shouting could be heard in the distance, particularly from Zavala. The voices were distance and also beneath him, so Arxus couldn't quite make out what exactly was being said. He knew he should have been down there being grilled for letting Guardians die on his watch, thanks to his disasterous first day as a fireteam leader. He didn't want to think about it. Too many painful memories. The dead souls clawed at his mind like a vice grip, presenting grotesque images as a remnant of the Darkbringer's control. Although the rogue warlock had been slain, some semblence of his will remained. Arxus leaned over, hands clutching his face and palms rubbing against his forehead.

The sounds of the Tower were drowned out as Arxus was submerged in his own mind. It gave him visions. Horrors of another realm, great beasts of war marching towards Earth. And everyone he knew, everyone he thought he knew, suffered inside of a cage wreathed in fire. His thoughts displayed some sort of hellscape but for the mere seconds that it persisted, it haunted Arxus. He couldn't understand, but it felt real. The crying and screaming of women and children echoed as their bodies were torn asunder by amorphous shapes of darkness. Their voices fell to the void. And Arxus awoke.

He sat still on the steps of the Tower, contemplating his horrid visions. Were they just nightmares; a blasphemous mixture of the Darkbringer's influence and Enxor's nightmarish power? Or perhaps a preminition of a possible future? Arxus could not know for certain, but the possibilities weighed heavy on his mind.