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107.196.174.179 wrote: (Good idea, but if it's the final thread, I suggust: House of Storms: Eye of the Storm. ) ( I was actually going to suggest the same thing. Damn you, you beat me to it. Envy aside, Eye of the Storm is just too perfect to represent the climax of our story here. )

Once the Skiffs had cleared themselves out, the Guardians were finally presented with the pale light of daytime. It seemed almost bittersweet that it would come now, as one of their brethern had their own light extinguished. Arxus felt strange; he had never really cared for anyone, and Sauron wasn't the most ideal of Guardians. He was one of them, though. Born through the trials of combat, brotherhoods are forged. Arxus stepped out towards the cliff's edge, forking into two seperate paths; back the way they came, and into another tunnel system. In his left hand he clutched his scout rifle, and Sauron's last will in his other. Two to the Morgue was gripped by the handle, lowered at his right thigh.

Beyond the cliff was a vast icy canyon, snow drifts reflecting the sun's rays and causing an immense glistening effect. Across the canyon was their destination; the frozen swords as they were, silent and waiting to be cracked into. Initial appearances couldn't even tell Arxus why the House of Storms were so religiously seeking these landmarks, but the why hadn't mattered at this point. "Look, over there. That must be what the Storm is after." The swords were still very far away, at least a few miles. The Guardians would still have to traverse the tunnels before even being able to get there.

Arxus released the shotgun he held, and it vanished into Light. Likely, it was being stored in his inventory, transferred as immaterial Light to take up no space. As this played out, the Titan lowered Vision of Confluence from his shoulder and into his other hand, supported by both. "I don't know about the rest of you, but that Archon has survived for far too long." He pulled back the bolt on his rifle. "I think it's about time we put him down for good."