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After what seemed like a short trip circling the atmosphere of Earth, Arxus ended up at the Tower. The memorable city cast a vibrant scene upon the horizon, with the imposing Traveler hovering above. Though by any other means, he would take in the sights, but now wasn't the time. This was more or less a report-in, as had been his original mission. Circumstances now changed as the situation changed beforehand.

Flying down into the hangar, Arxus departed from his jumpship and crackled his knuckles in a series. His hands lifted upwards and grasped at the sides of his Murvuax helmet. A slight twist caused depressurization, and he pulled the helmet off to reveal his features. In the long years of his tenure as a Guardian, he hadn't changed much physically. Aside from the rather prominent scar on his left eye, he now had one over his lip too. Tucking his helmet beneath his arm, he headed out towards the Hall of Champions.