"Well, if you want the sword so badly, just take the damn sparrow. I mean, I want that much power, but I haven't even mastered Void Light yet. I'm not worthy of the power."
[i]Polaris hopped onto the Sparrow with her, and drove the pair of them away from the cave. They traveled for about sixish hours, crossing plains and forests until they reached a barren tundra. They went to the heart of it and found themselves staring upon a ship of Hive make - A tombship, longer than the eye could see and halfway in the ground, tilted on an angle. Fallen and Hive corpses lay strewn on the ground next to a gaping hole in the hull of the ship. Piles of bodies reeked a stench that no Hive could hope to emit naturally: This was a warzone, a battlefield of long past sins. The rotting corpses had been arranged into stacks, but by what? [/i]
[i]Polaris hopped off of the Sparrow as his Ghost transmatted his helmet on. The white locks of the Warlock had become enveloped within an Obsidian Mind; He progressed further into the building, and his armour swiftly turned a purple shade. Something was up with his Light. [/i]
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