And though Rasputin offers some promise, one can only hope its silence is self-defense, that it seeks only to preserve itself. Whoever can find a way past their firewalls of ancient arts, and make them the allies they once were, could spare us further atrocities. The treasure of knowledge they promise still remains the most sought after of any Guardian. I am hoping the Warminds may hold further answers-that they can see into worlds where we can only see what lies upon them. Beings the Hive perhaps owe their very existence to. Beings that once lived, or still live somewhere buried amongst us. Perhaps these are just Hive translations of worlds we call another name, but I believe above all things they call to some kind of being. Perhaps beyond their gods, perhaps in accord with them. It is in these sounds that I fear yet another Hive secret hides. Though I am on the trail of a fifth, faintly heard from the buzz that once spilled from the Shrine. No one has yet to match her adept.įour sounds, oft repeated, but only four. If only Cryptarch Adonna were still with us. In my studies, I still struggle to match the tones to their rune system. Perhaps it is here which holds the answer to their ultimate demise, or a bridge to their desires. In one tone the Hive plea to their gods, but in the next, they whisper to another. What may seem like a void between their shrieks, holds, what I believe to be yet another clue to their origins. If your Light is strong enough to hear across the soundless plains, you may have heard their screams. Transcribed from a stolen copy of the journals of Toland, the Shattered (unverified by any crypto-archeologist) Ikora: Two goals that appear to be one and the same.Įris: Then let us hope we are strong enough to stand against what is upon us-and hope the others do not follow. Ikora: None who walk these Towers is afraid-and Rasputin must not fall. Your place is to gather the understanding we need to wage these wars, but your own war is long done. I can't fathom-Įris: My role among the Hidden is an honor. Ikora: Cherish what remains, but know that you have done enough. Ikora: It is why we were reborn in the Light. I will make the others listen.Įris: And I should ask new heroes to fall. But, such fury twisted to the Hive’s ends?Įris: That could just be the beginning. Destroying Rasputin would cost us a treasure beyond belief. Ikora: They do not seek to destroy Rasputin.Įris: I don’t know. But it does not negate their ageless intelligence. Just can save us all.Įris: They will tear into its eyes-or worse.Įris: The dust and bone and horror of their existence is simply who-what they are. The last fail safe against the night.Įris: Just is enough. They move against the Light with purpose. The Hive in Old Russia-in that dead land-their assault on the Cosmodrome is no coincidence. Tell me how we stop her.Įris: There may be no stopping what comes. There is no time for cryptic half-answers and almost-truths.Įris: It seems I have become more like the Speaker. Ikora: No, not-I don't question your belief. Ikora: And this Omnigul is here? On Earth?Įris: She’s left the Hellmouth. "The nightmares will crawl across this world and the machines of old will rest silent as they witness the final Light of this seemingly eternal dusk." With my last light I say to the City: War comes again from the Moon. I am too small to hold the vastness of them, or the terror. She tells me things that I immediately forget. I feel her presence as a rip and a knot in the world. They draw from another force, something that corrupts, that distorts, that eats and will not be satisfied. I have seen black seeders prepared for invasion. I have seen chasms beneath the surface, falling away to green nothingness. I erase and dump as quickly as I can - they will learn little from me - but I am studying them, I know - pain. The Wizard comes now and then to probe with her scaly claws into my systems, to inquire about my making, the City, what I have seen. They have clamped me to this spire while a black foulness eats my Light. Past writhing worms that they swallow whole. They took me down into the dark, past tiers of massed Hive, more than we believed could exist. At the doors to the Temple he fell for the last time.
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