So many hours waiting for the prowling of the wolves, when finally the mother ship arrives to drop them off.. My heart flutters as I can only imagine what awaits for my guardian in the magical chest after the blood spilling of the traitors is complete. As I frantically begin to search for this gorgeous beam of light, the rewards that are bound to appear when I crack it open are endless!.. Or so I thought. The insurmountable quantity of blue engrams and special weapon synth flood my guardian chest after chest. He has yet to see the glow of a purple engram or a key to stow away in his vault. Instead, the blues are slowly killing him like snuffing out the air from a flame. Why are the odds against us?! The ether chest struggle is real.