"This Cold Black" They had fallen. All of them. Except one. He was surrounded by the Hive. No chance. No hope. Thousands of Crotas most loyal, ready to attack and extinguish the last of the light. And the Guardians armor crackled and sparked. The Hive swarmed. The air around him burned and pulsed. A sea of beasts engulfing him into extinction. Then he rose from the surface and a scream of light and energy...and hatred drowned the Hive. The guardian surrounded in the ultimate storm. And his fist cracked the moon and silenced the Hive.