Veiled Tithes Suit: Difference between revisions

'''Veiled Tithes Suit''' is a [[Legendary]] [[Armor]] introduced in [[Season of the Witch]]. <ref> ''Bungie (2023.08.22'', ''[[Destiny 2]]: [[Season of the Witch]]'' </ref>

Eris had whittled the Hive Knight's denuded femur into a shaft and driven it deep with osmium nails. She'd wrapped it in velvet string, attached her sigil to it. Now it chimed as she turned it in her hands.

"Yeah, make it pretty," Immaru said, rolling his eye. "That'll help. Real useful."

"I am binding the staff with my power," she said archly. "What 'use' have you been?"

"I gathered the materials. I crafted the staff. I infused it with Light and soulfire. Do not presume your ideas were essential to this process."

"With this, the Guardian may devise rituals of their own. It will empower their Light and channel the Hive's vile power."

She turned back to her worktable. The worm squirmed and squealed under her knife.

BEHOLD, MY BROOD  

THE CHROMA-ADMIRAL RAFRIT ENGULFED BY WAVES OF DEATH,  

THE AMMONITES KEENING BELOW  

INTO THE DEEP.  

THEN WAS THE AMMONITES' LEVIATHAN ALONE.  

IR UULXAL,  

Mithrax had come to Ikora's office with a gift and a question.  

Mithrax harrumphed in satisfaction and leaned forward to take another leech. "Yes. I am always impressed with the resilience of the Guardians, with or without their Light. Saint tells me the Titan Sloane embraced the Taken, and she is doing well."

"Yes, and for that, I am grateful," Ikora said. "But… they don't always come back, Mithrax. An old friend of mine was corrupted by the Vex in a similar way. He stayed behind when the Pyramids attacked, just like Sloane. But I believe we lost him."

"I, too, encountered a great mind consumed by the Vex," Mithrax continued. "The Guardian and I attempted a rescue, but it went deeper into the network as it gained the access it sought. It taught me that the pursuit of truth is worth any price—even one's own sense of self."

When the Screebs started pouring in, Immaru couldn't help himself. "Oops! This one's all Screebs," he chortled. "Have fun."  

He expected the ritual to end promptly in a shower of Dark Ether. Instead, the Guardian surged through the air, dodging explosion after explosion. Their Light seared through the Scorn, burning them alive.  

For as long as he'd been a Ghost, he'd resented how the Guardians referred to the Light. It was never "my Ghost's Light" or "the Traveler's Light." No—it was always "MY Light." They talked about it like they owned it. Like they were entitled to it. Like they earned it.  

But looking down at the smoldering battlefield, Immaru had to admit that the Guardians' arrogance served them well. It gave them the confidence to mold their Light in the fashion that suited them best. They treated it like a tool—something to be used. That gave them an advantage over the Lucent Brood, whose manipulation of the Light was inhibited by reverence.  

Zavala locked his office door. The furtive gesture made him uneasy, but he couldn't risk anyone coming in. The feed he was about to watch could easily be misconstrued.  

As it was, the City smoldered with rumors from citizens and Guardians alike. The persistent, undulating hole in the Traveler's side put everyone on edge. Hearing that Vanguard leadership was using Hive magic to fulfil a bargain put forth by the Witch Queen would undoubtedly stoke the flames of panic.  

Over the feed, Eris Morn's face lit up with fierce elation as the Guardian's tithes flowed through her. Her Hive form seemed to swell with power. Zavala knew that Eris undertook the rituals with temperance, at least for now, but he wondered how long her clarity would last. Elsie Bray's warnings had been too vivid to dismiss entirely, even after Ikora's reassurances.