The King is dead. No one thought it could be done. With the destruction brought upon the Awoken, how could anyone dare challenge him?! And yet he did. Through the hollowing dark he prevailed. Oryx Slayer, Hive Bane, Legend. These are the words used to describe you as you returned home with your fireteam. And yet, these words do not do not do justice for what you have done. For not only have you rid the galaxy of a parasite that would wipe us from existence, but you cast a light into the never-ending darkness that will help others find the way. And yet when you returned with your spoils of war with news of your accomplishment to The Tower, you seemed different. Our hero, our ally, our brother, was not what he was when he came back from the Vault of Glass, or when he rid the moon of Crota. No, he was different. His newly acquired sword swelled with power and he knew of the of strength he had within. He challenged a God and overcame, not once but twice. He is what our enemy fears. And that's when I realized that with every spark of light, a shadow must be cast.