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As Sylus drew closer towards Arxus, he smiled in that usual, sweet Awoken smile that he gave. The friendly one, but this was nothing friendly. Arxus backed away as his former mentor approached, until he was forced to the edge of the spiraling tower they were on. Arxus looked below and saw nothing but the deep abyss; before he could look back, Sylus shoved his hands against Arxus's chest and sent him tumbling down. As his surroundings rapidly faded to black, he reached his hand out for Sylus. And all the Awoken Titan said was, "Sorry. I don't deal with traitors." Arxus was consumed by the darkness again.

He awoke again in a completely different scenario. No longer was he within Seattle, but somewhere else entirely. The surroundings were unfamiliar to him; nothing but the cold emptiness of black space. Voices called out from the abyss, calling for Arxus. They spoke to him, telling him of his failures as a Guardian. Sylus appeared to him once more, but this time his figure was twisted; blue skin was turned a bloody crimson. Whatever hell Arxus had entered, it was of his own doing. But... he knew it wasn't real. None of this was real. Arxus heaved himself to his feet and came to the realization that this was a dream. Just as the Darkbringer had brought upon him before, terrible visions played out. He had seen it before. Sylus called out for him, but Arxus mumbled in response. "You're not real..."