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As the cultists were being finished off, Flint made his last play. Explosions occured throughout the engine room and sent Arxus flying into a wall. Pain tore through his body, mostly the shoulder wound he had recieved not too long ago. He tried to move and had trouble doing so, and then suddenly the lights cut out. They were left in complete darkness, with the Hive approaching ever forward. With his non-wounded arm, he tapped the side of his helmet to activate low-light vision; something that Scythe had sent the schematics for back on Luna. The dark engine room was illuminated in a low grey glow, allowing vision again.

Hive portals ripped through the dimension, transporting Acolytes and Thralls into the dark room. A pack of Thralls spotted and screamed at Arxus, but he couldn't move. Aiming with his scout rifle, he picked them off one by one with shakily aimed headshots, occasionally missing and hitting with bodyshots instead.