chapter 1: After years . . . "TUYET! GET UNDER COVER!" Tuyet: "be quite! I lead this team, we need to charge the gun!" Wei chyng: "you need to get cover! they summoned the spire lord!" Tuyet "I don't care! This gun will change how we look at them!" Praedyth: "HOW! we barely know anything about the designs, just that Pahanin found them in some creepy underground bunker! Wei chyng: Tuyet! minotaur's are flanking from right defense, hobgoblins have the entire left flank under fire! we need to give up the gun or we will die!" Tuyet: "we are staying! Osiris, grenade the hobgoblins!" Osiris: "As you say" Osiris' hands became engulfed in a flame brighter than a star, He slowly had an aura engulfing him. He threw a bombardment of miniature stars, made completely out of flame towards the snipers, then turned around, pulled out his hand cannon, his jewel, fired 6 quick shots, one minotaur went down, the other decapitated. Osiris: minotaur's shield down, praedyth, if you please." Lomar: "NO, I got this!" I pulled out my signature golden age rocket launcher, aiming on the minotaur. the rocket locked on with advanced and modified systems. I pulled the trigger and said; "here is the truth!" the minotaur was obliterated by a blast of void energy. Lomar: "Praedyth, take down the spire lord, NOW!" Tuyet: "Praedyth, together" They timed their blasts with perfect coordination, trained from years of working together. Tuyet planted his feet deep, and with incredible force launch a blast straight for the hydra model. Praedyth, on the other hand, focused closely on his target, and launched three smaller bombs. they each homed in on a single target, the spire's main defender. In an astonishing blast it was nearly destroyed, but harpies sacrificed themselves to prevent one of Praedyths bombs landing a killing blow on a week spot, right on the eye. It turned straight for Tuyet, shot a barrage of void concentrate blasts. each one hit with deadly precision, and Tuyet fell to the cold hard floor, his ghost tried to escape, but was shot down by a Hobgoblin. Tuyet had been killed. Pahanin: Praedyth, more snipers! take them out!" Praedyth: "what flank?!" Lomar: "frontal left section, correspondence to the gate!" Praedyth threw a grenade from his hand, releasing multiple seeking grenades at once. They went for their hobgoblin target, but at the last second, just before the final blow hit, the sniper shot one more charge, landed right in my chest, seared through my heart. Osiris: "LOMAR!" Lomar: "I will not go down without a fight!" Praedyth was hit by a barrage of harpy slap rifles, decapitating his exo head, spilling oil. Wei chyng tried to take them down, but was met with an even larger barrage of void blasts from a torch cannon. He was obliterated, blue blood flying everywhere, his Awoken limbs flying in every direction, his ghost was destroyed in the process. I went to revive praedyth. Praedyth: "thank you, Lomar, but you are near dead, bleeding externally and internally, you need to orbit!" Lomar: "Get me the gun. Tuyet is dead, FOREVER, I may not agree with his thoughts and ways, but he was are leader and I will not let him die in vain!" Praedyth threw me the gun, not even closed to fully charged, but enough for one blast. I aimed for the Spire lord, looking through the star-like sights, and right when I fired I was shot by an extreme amount of, well everything! Slap grenades, slap rifles, torch hammers, sniper rifle shot to the head, but the spire lord went down. The gun was safe. I was blacking out. my ghost went out ot try to stop the bleeding, but a sniper shot it. I was no longer a guardian. I could feel the darkness seeping in, stealing my light. why did it feel right though?! I just heard a mumble of voices, but Praedyth raised his hands in surrender, only to be cut clean through by goblins melee void energy. Osiris was shot town by an overwhelming flock of minotaur models. Pahanin went over, picked up my rocket launcher, gave me a salute, then orbited. When the minotaurs came over to my body, they prepared their torch hammers. I saw Osiris revive himself, then he ran. fast as he could, he just ran! The minotaurs focused back on me, then a goblin, with a scratched face I will never forget, walked up. He stopped the minotaurs. He bent down to my chest, scanned it, then put his hand on my heart. Felt it beating. He sunk his claws into my chest, ripped out my heart and a few veins with it, and squeezed right in front of my dying eyes. Then blackness . . . the story will continue . . .