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As expected, nothing that Argus threw against the Hive God seemed to phase him. He stood there and laughed and mocked the fireteam for their efforts, which ended all in vain. And with one mighty swing of his scythe, hope vanished like a light going out for good.

Arxus lowered his Gjallarhorn and realized that none of his rockets were doing any damage. He cursed aloud. "Damn it!" As he began to reload, he noticed something... something he didn't like. The ground around him began to stir. Dirt was heaved aside and bodies began to claw their way out of the earth. Bodies, dozen of them. All faces that he recognized; the figures of Guardians long deceased began to walk again. It seemed like a miracle at first, but soon was he to realize that this was nothing to celebrate. Enxor had brought Arxus back into his own living Hell, once created by the recently deceased Darkbringer. The Guardians' faces twisted and contorted into horrid monsters; blood oozed from empty sockets and some were missing their limbs, with even more blood pouring from the wounds. It was unnatural, and it was impossible.

"You let us die!" "You bastard!" "Why Arxus?" "We could have survived!" "You killed us!" "You made us this way!" "THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" The call of the haunted permeated through the air like a foul stench. They cried and screamed as they limped for Arxus, who shakily pulled out his shotgun.

"Stay the fuck back!" Arxus shouted. He slowly backed away and started pouring round after round into the zombie Guardians. As it seemed, nothing would do the trick. The shotgun spread passed right through them, as if they were no more than ghosts.