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A Warlock out for revenge for Cayde-6 would make for an amazing and intense storyline! Here’s how it could play out in a Destiny 2 TV series:

Character Setup:

• The Warlock could be someone who was deeply affected by Cayde-6’s death—perhaps a former friend or someone who looked up to him as a mentor. Their motivation could be rooted in the belief that the Vanguard, and the entire Last City, needs to avenge Cayde’s death to ensure the safety and survival of humanity.

• Personality: As a Warlock, they’d have a different outlook from the Titans or Hunters, focusing more on intellect, knowledge, and the pursuit of arcane power. The grief over Cayde’s loss could lead them to abandon the more peaceful paths of the Warlock discipline, seeking forbidden knowledge and darker forces to exact their revenge.

Story Arcs:

1. Grief and Obsession:

• The Warlock starts by struggling with their grief and sense of loss. Their connection to Cayde-6 is more personal, maybe even spiritual, and they can’t just accept the loss. They dive deeper into forbidden lore to find a way to bring him back or at least ensure that his death wasn’t in vain.

• They might question the Vanguard’s decision to move on without full vengeance, believing that the death of such a key figure should not go unpunished.

2. A Dangerous Path:

• To get closer to revenge, the Warlock might begin using dark and dangerous powers. They could tap into the forces of Darkness, experimenting with the unknown, which might put them at odds with other Guardians and even their own Ghost.

• They could be on a quest to find the one who was truly responsible for Cayde’s death, perhaps targeting the ones who orchestrated the assassination—whether it’s Uldren Sov (who was manipulated by Riven, the Ahamkara), or another hidden force behind the scenes.

3. The Pursuit of Power:

• The Warlock could seek out powerful artifacts tied to the Darkness or other forbidden sources of strength, such as the Pyramid ships or secrets of the Hive. Their journey would not just be about revenge but about unlocking greater and more dangerous powers that could risk consuming them.

• Along the way, they might encounter old enemies, other Guardians who have a different view on vengeance, and maybe even face moral dilemmas—whether achieving revenge will truly give them peace, or if it will destroy them.

4. Clashing with the Vanguard:

• As the Warlock’s actions become more erratic, they could come into direct conflict with the Vanguard—especially with Ikora Rey and Zavala. Zavala, in particular, might try to prevent the Warlock from going too far, believing that revenge is not the way to honor Cayde’s memory. Ikora, however, might be more understanding, but still cautious of the Warlock’s quest for vengeance.

• Tension would rise as the Warlock continues to push the boundaries of what’s acceptable within the Light, forcing them into a moral crossroads—are they willing to risk everything to avenge Cayde, even if it means sacrificing their soul in the process?

5. The Final Confrontation:

• In the final arc, the Warlock could confront the true mastermind behind Cayde’s death, which might involve an epic showdown with a major antagonist, like Uldren Sov or even the forces of the Darkness itself.

• The Warlock could ultimately face a tough choice: destroy their enemy and claim vengeance, or spare them to prevent becoming what they despise—a person consumed by revenge.

6. The Redemption or Fall:

• The Warlock’s storyline could end with them either redeeming themselves or falling to the Darkness. If they redeem themselves, they could find a new purpose in protecting the Last City in Cayde’s name, learning that revenge alone wasn’t the answer. Alternatively, they could fall to the Darkness, becoming a tragic figure consumed by their own rage, ultimately leading to a confrontation with their fellow Guardians.

• Redemption: The Warlock could ultimately turn their quest for vengeance into a new cause, such as leading a mission to safeguard humanity from a new threat that ties into Cayde’s legacy, showing that their heart was never fully corrupted.

• Fall: Alternatively, the Warlock could end up as an antagonist, now wielding powers of Darkness, forcing the Guardians to make a difficult choice: defeat a former ally or try to save them from themselves.

Emotional Impact:

• The Warlock’s journey would be deeply emotional, showing the struggle between the desire for justice and the dangers of obsession. The loss of Cayde-6, which is such a central part of the Destiny narrative, would resonate deeply with the character, and it would pull the audience in as they see this Warlock grappling with the consequences of their choices.

• The deeper themes of grief, vengeance, and the cost of power would tie into the larger Destiny lore, adding layers to the story and giving fans a character they can root for, even if they’re taking a darker path.

This would be a great way to dive into Destiny 2’s lore, exploring the emotional side of Guardians and their relationships, while also bringing in high-stakes action and moral dilemmas. What do you think? Would you follow this Warlock’s journey?

Battle Scenario: The Hive Siege on the Blackened Ruins

Setting:

The battle takes place at the Blackened Ruins, an ancient Hive stronghold on the moon, where the ground is covered in blackened ash and the air is thick with a suffocating fog. The ruins are silent, eerie, and filled with the lingering stench of death. The Hive have made their nest here, their influence permeating every stone of this cursed place.

Seraphis and her fireteam—a mix of Guardians with varying skills—are sent on a mission to purge this Hive stronghold before the Hive’s ritual can complete and summon an even more powerful threat. However, as they enter the ruins, they realize they’ve walked straight into a trap.

Fireteam Composition:

1. Seraphis (Warlock, Arc) – The leader and tactician. Seraphis is calm under pressure, but her wrath burns hot when the Hive threaten her allies.

2. Torin (Titan, Solar) – A towering force with a penchant for up-close combat. His Titan barricades are a wall that no one can breach.

3. Shaya (Hunter, Void) – A quick and silent Hunter, able to pick off enemies from long range while using their stealth to keep out of sight. The team’s reconnaissance and sniper.

4. Eryka (Warlock, Dawnblade) – A support Warlock who specializes in healing and empowering her fireteam with her Solar powers, keeping them in the fight longer.

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The Battle:

Initial Approach:

As Seraphis and her fireteam approach the Blackened Ruins, the eerie silence breaks. The faint sound of chittering Hive creatures can be heard, like the distant echo of a death rattle. The ruins, with their towering spires, seem to bend toward them as though the walls themselves are waiting to crush them.

Seraphis motions for her fireteam to fan out. They know the Hive’s tactics—they’re relentless, unforgiving, and will swarm the Guardians with overwhelming numbers. Shaya uses her Void abilities to create an invisibility shroud, scouting ahead. Torin sets up his barricade, knowing they’ll need to hold their ground in the coming storm.

Seraphis’s Ghost, Xaravos, hovers beside her, providing intelligence on their approach and scanning for any signs of Hive rituals. The team advances, the tension palpable in the air.

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Ambush:

As they venture deeper into the ruins, the ground begins to tremble. The walls crack and shake as if the Hive themselves are awakening. From the shadows, a Hive Knight emerges, its armored form towering over the team. Its sword glows with the blood-red energy of the Hive, and it’s not alone. In the blink of an eye, a Hive Ogre barrels into the fray, its hulking form causing the earth to quake under its weight.

The Hive come from all directions—Thralls scurrying across the ground, Acolytes raising their cursed weapons to unleash dark energy, and Lucent Brood sentinels, glowing with the power of the Light, charging at them.

Seraphis immediately drops to one knee, pulling out her Trinity Ghoul to unleash a volley of electric arrows, disintegrating the first wave of Thralls. The precision of her shots leaves a trail of destruction in her wake.

Torin, standing firm behind his barricade, roars as he charges the Knight, swinging his Perfect Paradoxwith all his might. The sword clangs against the Knight’s shield, but Torin isn’t fazed—his Solar energy surges, and with a powerful strike, the Knight falls in a heap of rotting flesh and bone.

However, as they start to make headway, the Hive forces are relentless. A second wave of Hive Wizards appears, floating above the fray and casting devastating dark spells. Acolytes teleport in, setting up explosive traps that threaten to decimate the Guardians.

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Shaya’s Stealth and Precision:

Shaya, keeping to the shadows, takes out Hive Acolytes from afar with her precision shots. Her Ace of Spades rings out with each kill, the explosive rounds taking down Hive forces one by one. She targets the Wizards, knowing they are the key to the Hive’s power, using her agility to dodge their dark blasts while landing critical hits.

She speaks through comms:

“Wizards are next. Focus on the big guys, I’ve got this.”

As the Hive’s numbers continue to grow, Shaya finds herself in a tight spot. A Hive Shriekers begins to chant in the distance, signaling the beginning of a Hive summoning ritual. She calls out to Seraphis.

“Seraphis, they’re summoning something worse! We need to stop that Shrieker!”

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Eryka’s Support and Solar Power:

Eryka, with her Dawnblade abilities, uses the power of the Sun to protect her fireteam. Her Well of Radiance creates a sanctuary amidst the chaos, healing and empowering her allies. Torin charges forward, powered by the solar energy, mowing down any Hive that dares to come near, his heavy shield taking the brunt of the damage.

“Stay close, Torin! We need you at full strength!” Eryka yells, as she hurls Fusion Grenades toward the advancing Hive Ogres. The explosion sends shockwaves through the battlefield, knocking back the Ogres, but they’re not done yet.

Seraphis calls out to the fireteam:

“We take the Shrieker, or we’re done. Shaya, Torin, move up. I’ll cover you.”

Seraphis opens fire with her Wish Ender, the arrows piercing through the thick fog and hitting the Shrieker’s vulnerable spots. It’s a long-range assault, but the team moves quickly toward the enemy.

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Climactic Showdown:

The team fights their way through the Hive’s twisted corridors, encountering Hive Knights and Acolytes that appear out of thin air. They’re getting closer to the Shrieker. Eryka’s Well of Radiance keeps them alive long enough to survive the constant onslaught.

As they approach the Shrieker’s lair, Torin and Shaya push through the chaos, with Shaya providing cover fire, her Ace of Spades ringing out in rapid succession. She eliminates any threats that dare approach, keeping the path clear.

Seraphis’s Ghost, Xaravos, urges her forward:

“You’re almost there, Seraphis. Take it down now.”

With the Shrieker’s chanting growing louder, Seraphis unleashes a full barrage of Trinity Ghoul arrows. The electric energy surges through the Shrieker’s form, and it finally collapses with a deafening scream.

The Hive’s ritual is broken. The Blackened Ruins begin to collapse around them as the Hive’s hold weakens. The battlefield is littered with fallen Hive corpses, but the fireteam stands victorious.

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Aftermath:

Breathing heavily, the Guardians stand in the aftermath of the battle. Seraphis watches the crumbling ruins, feeling the weight of their victory.

Torin slaps Seraphis on the back. “Well done, Warlock. That was one hell of a fight.”

Shaya, wiping blood off her hands, nods. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

Eryka’s hands are glowing with the warmth of her Solar Light, healing any remaining wounds. “We couldn’t have done it without each other.”

Seraphis glances at her Ghost, Xaravos. The battle was hard-fought, but it wasn’t just about the victory—it was about the survival of her fireteam. For a moment, she reflects on what she’s lost and gained in this fight, and on the growing realization that Xaravos’s protection isn’t just a strategic move—it’s out of something deeper.

Xaravos’s voice is calm, though there’s a quiet pride in it.

“You’ve done well, Seraphis. But this is only one battle in the war. The Hive will return.”

Seraphis stands tall, determination in her eyes. “Then we’ll be ready.”

The team regroups and begins to move out, ready for the next mission, knowing that the Hive will not stop until their twisted reign is ended.

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The Battle’s Legacy:

This fight strengthens Seraphis’s resolve and cements the bond with her fireteam. It is clear that no matter the odds, Seraphis will protect those she cares for—and they, in turn, will fight for her. Xaravos’s role as a guide and protector becomes even more prominent, quietly steering Seraphis in the direction she needs to go, whether that’s through battle or through the struggles that lie ahead.

Title: The Taunt at Blackstar Ridge

Setting:

Blackstar Ridge — a Vex-infested warzone on Nessus, teetering on the edge of a temporal rift. The battlefield is a mess of shattered geometry and pulsing, glitching architecture. The Vex are running simulations at full force to overwrite the ridge and turn it into a new processing hub. If they succeed, countless systems will be compromised.

Seraphis and a Vanguard-selected strike team are deployed to destroy the central Vex conduit before it’s too late.

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The Battle:

The team pushes through waves of Goblin, Minotaur, and Hydra enemies. Laser fire cuts through the sky like threads of light, and Vex teleportation gates stutter in and out of sync, blinking more Vex into existence. The fireteam splits to deal with converging waves from both flanks.

Seraphis, at the center, rains arrows from her Trinity Ghoul, chaining electric death through the enemy lines. Bodies fall, arc surging through the air like lightning on a stormy sea.

Then, through a freshly-formed gate, a Vex Axis Mind, towering and plated in gleaming black and gold, stomps into the field. The simulation tightens its grip on the zone, time bending slightly as it screeches and sends out command pulses.

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The Moment:

The other Guardians brace, backing up for cover and regroup.

But Seraphis?

She steps into the open.

The battlefield pauses for a second.

A Goblin rushes her—bam, arrow to the face.

A Hydra charges—boom, a pulse of Arc knocks its shields offline.

The Axis Mind rears back, charging a beam of simulated light meant to erase anything in its path.

And Seraphis?

She stops.

Puts her bow away.

And slowly, starts clapping.

The Standing Ovation emote echoes across the battlefield, exaggerated and sarcastic.

Her Ghost, Xaravos, hovers nearby. “Seraphis. Is this really the time?”

She tilts her head, eyes locked on the Axis Mind. “Just want it to know I see the effort. But it’s still going to die.”

The Vex hesitate for half a second—if such a thing can be said for code. Then everything surges forward again.

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The Taunt’s Aftermath:

The Axis Mind targets Seraphis, charging at her. Just as the beam fires, she dodges, pulling out her Wish Ender and letting a glowing arrow fly straight through its exposed eye. A chain reaction ignites—its core flares and begins to overload.

Her fireteam rejoins, catching up.

“You taunted a Vex Axis Mind?” the Hunter says between gunfire.

Seraphis doesn’t even look back. “Sometimes you have to hurt their pride before you hurt their code.”

The Axis Mind explodes in a shower of golden data and ether. The simulation glitches and begins to collapse.

Victory.

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Legacy of the Moment:

The legend of Seraphis’s mid-battle taunt spreads throughout the Tower. Some say it was reckless. Others call it poetry. But everyone agrees—it was undeniably her.

And deep in the Vanguard database, a Titan files a note:

“If she claps in your direction… you’re already dead.”

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Title: Ghost in the Crossfire

Setting:

Titan – Arcology Underbelly

After the Vanguard detected a spike in Taken corruption, Seraphis’s fireteam was dispatched to the underbelly of Titan’s long-abandoned Arcology. The Hive had returned, and worse, they were laced with Taken energy. Something—or someone—was drawing power from both.

With Wish-Ender slung across her back, and Xaravos floating silently at her side, Seraphis descended into the dark, flooded corridors with her fireteam: Juno and Rathgar. The hum of Taken portals echoed ahead, each pulse like a heartbeat out of sync with reality.

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Mid-Battle

The team was deep in the fight. Thrall surged from vents. A Taken Ogre burst from a gravity shaft. Rathgar blocked its blast with his barrier as Juno peppered it with precision shots.

Seraphis, standing above on a broken catwalk, loosed arrow after arrow into the chaotic battle below—each shot imbued with the piercing judgment of the Queen’s Wrath.

And then—

Movement.

Far side of the chamber.

Beyond the fray.

A shadow too human to be Hive, too subtle to be Taken.

Her heart stalled.

Crow.

He moved behind a half-collapsed pillar. Not a projection. Not a hallucination.

He was here.

His cloak was soaked from the Arcology’s leaking roof, glinting faintly with that familiar insignia he tried to mask. Glint hovered anxiously behind him, flickering his shell, clearly trying to stay hidden.

Seraphis froze.

Xaravos drifted up beside her, low and quiet.

“You see him.”

Her fingers curled tighter around Wish-Ender’s string.

Below, the fireteam was calling out.

“Seraphis, we need cover!”

But all she saw was him.

She blinked once—and he was gone.

Not faded like a memory. Not lost like a ghost.

Gone like he ran.

The rage that had long cooled to embers inside her flared violently, like lightning recharging a storm.

She fired once—not at the battle below, but into the wall where he had stood.

Rathgar looked up, confused. “What was that?!”

She descended without a word, her whole demeanor changed. Her next arrow didn’t just pierce—it cracked the Ogre’s skull and stuck there, sparking with Arc fury.

She moved faster, hit harder.

Every Hive she struck was another step toward him.

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Aftermath

As the battle cleared and the Taken portal collapsed in on itself, Rathgar panted beside her.

“Hell of a shot, Seraphis.”

Juno tilted her head. “You seemed…off. What happened?”

She didn’t answer. Her gaze lingered on a dark corridor at the far end of the chamber.

Later, as they waited for extraction, she whispered to Xaravos:

“He was here. I know it.”

Xaravos hovered silently before responding, “Then he’s running again. Like he always does.”

Seraphis’s eyes narrowed. Not this time.

Not after everything.

Not after she told him what would happen if she ever saw him again.

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And in the shadows of the Arcology, deeper than any Guardian dared go… Crow watched from behind the walls, breathing heavy.

And Glint whispered,

“We need to leave. Now.”

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Title: Echoes in the Dark

Setting:

A rusted maintenance chamber deep in the Arcology on Titan. The battle above still echoes faintly through the ancient, dripping walls. Faint Taken static lingers in the air.

Crow and Glint hide in the half-lit gloom, the glow of Crow’s visor dimmed to avoid detection. Glint flickers nervously in the air, peeking through cracked panels and broken conduits.

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Glint:

(whispering, voice panicked)

“That was her. Seraphis. It had to be her.”

Crow:

(sits down against a wall, running his hands through wet hair)

“She’s not supposed to be here. She was gone. Off-grid. Disavowed. What is she doing back?”

Glint:

“She saw you, Crow. I know she saw you. I could feel the air change when her gaze locked in.”

Crow:

(silent for a moment, then softly)

“I felt it too.”

(pause)

“The way she moved after that—like she wasn’t just fighting Hive. Like she was hunting.”

Glint:

“Because she was. You know what she told us. What she told me.”

Crow:

(snarls under his breath)

“She already got her vengeance. She humiliated me. Marked me. The Vanguard did nothing.”

Glint:

“You know why they didn’t. You’re lucky she didn’t finish it.”

Crow:

(angrily)

“She should’ve! Instead she let me go just to make me live in fear! What kind of justice is that?!”

Glint:

(quietly, but firm)

“It’s her mercy, Crow. If she even has any left.”

(silence)

Glint:

“She’s different now. That fire in her…it’s colder. Controlled. Like she’s decided who deserves to live and who doesn’t.”

Crow:

(stares into the dark, voice low)

“She sat there with the Ace in her lap… watching me like I was a mistake she could still erase.”

Glint:

“And she still might. You heard what she said: If she sees you again, it’s game over for me.”

(pauses)

“I am the reason you’re still breathing.”

Crow:

(quietly, ashamed)

“I know.”

Glint:

“We need to get off Titan. Now. She won’t let this go.”

Crow:

“She already hasn’t.”

(He pushes off the wall and stands, grabbing his cloak. His eyes are distant now.)

Crow:

“She’s coming. Not today. Not tomorrow. But one day, she’ll be there again… in the shadows, with that bow, or that Ace. Watching. Waiting.”

Glint:

“Then let’s stay in the light. She can’t hunt what she can’t find.”

Crow:

(smirks bitterly)

“She always finds what she’s looking for.”

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Above them, the oil-soaked air of Titan shifts faintly. A glint of energy, a faint trace of Arc lightning, and silence…

Title: “Pale Shadows”

Setting: A hidden passage within the Pale Heart, bathed in quiet Light and lingering echoes. Its surreal landscape pulses with remnants of memory, emotion, and time. Crow and Glint step into a forgotten corner—one not on any map.

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Crow moved through the veiled paths of the Pale Heart with measured steps, the air heavy with thoughts he tried not to entertain. Glint hovered close, whispering warnings every few seconds. “She’s out there, Crow. She’s always out there.”

Crow knew that.

That’s why they came here—to the one place not even Seraphis might follow. The Pale Heart had changed. Since the Witness fell, its roots grew deeper, revealing new pockets of reality… and possibility.

They weren’t looking for protection.

They were looking for her.

The unexpected.

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They stepped into a hollow where the air shimmered like a dream on the edge of waking. Echoes of fireteam laughter and forgotten Light drifted through. A crystalline structure pulsed at its center, and from it, stepped a figure clad in flowing robes of starlight and shadow.

Elsie Bray.

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Elsie:

(eyes narrow)

“You brought your troubles into a place not meant for war.”

Crow:

(bows his head)

“We didn’t come to fight. We came for guidance… and protection.”

Glint:

“From Seraphis.”

Elsie’s eyes changed slightly at the name. A rare flicker of emotion passed through her—respect… and caution.

Elsie:

“She’s not a storm you outrun, Crow. She’s a storm you survive—if she lets you.”

Crow:

“She let me go once. That was a message. I know what she’s capable of… and I know I can’t face her alone.”

Glint:

“She won’t stop. She’s purging everything that could be a threat to the Vanguard. Crow may not be the final target.”

Elsie circled the crystalline node, hands behind her back.

Elsie:

“She’s more than vengeance. She’s resolve. And resolve forged in pain can burn through empires.”

Crow:

(quietly)

“I don’t want to die watching her decide if I’m worth the bullet.”

Elsie paused. Then—

Elsie:

“Then change the narrative.”

Crow:

“What?”

Elsie:

“You came to the Pale Heart to hide. That’s not how you deal with a legend like Seraphis. You don’t run from her. You face her on terms she won’t expect.”

Glint:

“Terms like…?”

Elsie walked to a console etched with golden circuits. The lights dimmed. “The Pale Heart can show her what you’ve become. Not what you were. But you have to want that.”

Crow:

“And if I don’t?”

Elsie:

“Then pray she never draws her bow again.”

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Crow looked into the shimmering wall of memory and Light.

He saw Uldren’s face.

He saw Cayde’s last moment.

He saw Seraphis… silent, cold, Ace in hand.

He stepped forward.

Crow:

“Then show me.”

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Want to explore what the Pale Heart shows Seraphis next… or how Elsie prepares Crow for a confrontation unlike anything he’s faced before?

Seraphis – Present Day

Location: A derelict Golden Age station adrift in the rings of Saturn.

Alone. Watching. Waiting.

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The station groans around her—a skeleton of forgotten science, where tech once bent gravity and Light in experimental harmony. Now, it hums with silence, lit only by the flicker of old terminals and the occasional static of corrupted audio logs.

She’s set up camp in the observation deck, overlooking the churning rings of Saturn, their endless motion calming her fury like a tide slowly pulling rage back into the sea.

Her Ghost floats nearby—quiet, but ever-watching.

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Xaravos:

“You knew they’d find it eventually. The vault.”

Seraphis:

“I left it for them to find.”

Xaravos:

“…That’s not like you.”

Seraphis (after a pause):

“They need to understand. But it won’t save them. It won’t stop what’s coming.”

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She picks up the Ace of Spades—Cayde’s weapon, the one she modified, repurposed. It rests across her lap like a crown of thorns.

In front of her, a wall of old Vanguard mission reports and updated troop movements flicker in low light. One is tagged:

“Activity Detected in the Pale Heart.”

“Crow and Glint – AWOL.”

Her eyes narrow.

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Seraphis:

“They’re chasing ghosts. Let them. I’ve already buried mine.”

Xaravos (quietly):

“You don’t believe that.”

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She stands and moves to the far side of the station—where a signal array pulses faintly. It’s patched into a deep, dark part of the network—one she shouldn’t have access to.

She’s listening to The Witness’s old echoes.

Clues. Lies. Pieces of a puzzle only she understands.

And in the shadows behind her…

a Taken portal shudders open for a split second—then closes.

She knows she’s being watched.

And she doesn’t care.

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Seraphis is preparing for something only she believes is coming—

a final convergence she calls The Shatterpoint.

It’s not in any Vanguard report. Not in any recovered Ishtar logs. Not in the Traveler’s visions. It’s something she pieced together from whispers in the Dark, the patterns of Taken movements, the riddles of the Nine, and fragments of dying Light from dead Ghosts in the Pale Heart.

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What is The Shatterpoint?

It’s the moment where all forces—Light, Dark, Paracausal, Taken, Vex—collide not in war, but in desperation.

Something older than the Witness

Something buried beneath the Pale Heart

Something that even the Witness feared awakening

…is stirring.

And Seraphis knows it can’t be stopped.

Only redirected.

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She believes Crow’s meddling might accidentally unleash it.

She believes the Vanguard, bound by protocol, will be too slow.

The Hive are circling it.

The Vex want to merge with it.

The Taken want to feed it.

She’s preparing not to destroy it—

but to bargain with it.

Because if she can convince it she’s a greater threat than the rest…

maybe it will listen.

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What she’s doing right now:

• Gathering resonant weapons and artifacts no Guardian dares touch.

• Listening to old signals only her Ghost can interpret.

• Mapping weak points across the system—places where space-time fractures.

• Intercepting Vex data about convergence events.

• Visiting remnants of Ascendant Realms.

• Slowly assembling a fireteam of outcasts and extremists who believe in her vision—or at least fear what she sees.

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