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Before long, Erasmus had managed to circumnavigate the entire Cabal frontline, ending up back in the Forgotten Shores. The Warlock hopped off his sparrow and overlooked the long abandoned shipyard, nothing more than a dried up lakebed. "Seems like someone beat us here. Shame, too. I wanted the first cut." Cabal legions mobilized in the distance, as they were all over the Cosmodrome by now. It was also worthy of note that many Cabal fleetships hung in low orbit above Russia, denoted by their massive stature and multitute of armaments. Erasmus turned towards the unassuming shack where one of a few secret entrances to Rasputin's bunker was; he recalled the various times forces of the Darkness attempted to seize the Warmind's knowledge. First was the Hive, and their bid to resurrect Crota. Then the Fallen, numerous times. And now it was the Cabal.

Erasmus slowly ascended the slope up towards the old bunker. Strewn everywhere were pieces of once-living Cabal; torn apart by explosive ordance. "What a waste. I can't dissect something that's already ripped to pieces." Erasmus commented, lamenting about the various corpses and how their bodies could have been used for more worthwhile purposes. Erasmus eventually let himself into the basement of the shack, right in front of the door to the Seraphim Vault.