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"Very well, zealous Titan. You will fall first."

In response to Arxus challenge, Exnor promptly slammed his scythe into the Bone Zealot the Titan was controlling. The Knight's body was sliced in half, and the Cleaver Arxus was wielding snapped in two. The Light amassed in the weapon drained out into thin air, leaving only the useless hilt of the Cleaver behind. Arxus himself was knocked down by the shockwave the attack had created.

"Several hundreds of years pass and nothing changes. You protectors of the Wall are as foolish now as you were then."

Enxor stepped over the stunned Titan and made his way towards the Ward of Dawn in the middle of his horde.

"Smite the Dark?"

The Death God reached out towards Varrus and simply picked the giant Guardian up from where he stood. A sense of dread shot through Varrus as he found himself just a few meters away from Enxor.

"Reclaim the Light? There is no Light in this realm, other than the sparks belonging to you and your companions, sparks which I will soon snuff out!"

Varrus could feel the god's grip tightening around him, and as it did, his lifeforce drained away into the dark embrace of Enxor. Spots of rust began to show on the Titan's armour, the once shiny plates of plasteel and relic iron corroding and aging, the seams holding it together breaking apart. The Cleaver charged with Light fell down to the ground, exploding into tiny fragments as it did. Varrus could feel his determination faltering as Enxor pulled him mere inches away from his head. The god was now whispering, his words only barely heard by the slowly dying Titan.

"Death comes to all, Guardian."

With those words, Enxor let go of his grip, allowing Varrus' body to freely fall back into the abyss.