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the chamber's expansive viewing window as shutters unveil the grave of Mars. Tendrilic bands of phasing Darkness spiral from the anomaly's core, enrapturing

father's tedious lessons. Awake. Alive. Umun'arath's voice rumbled in her ear like a surfacing landwhale. "Imagine all of Torobatl as the putrid grave swamps

hand on Saint's shoulder. "It is not above a warrior's station to feel pain. Not above a warrior's station to express spirit-wounds." Mithrax's grip firmed

the folly of Crota's pride, and the necromantic sin of the unfavored. "I have long since stolen knowledge from the World's Grave—known texts and secret

the logic of the Sword. He meant to craft his own Ascendant gate from the grave-corpse legions of his risen brood. Fetid ranks of Thrall, rotted beneath