Like the Fallen before them, the Traveler had abandoned the Guardians. Their Light vanished. Their ghosts dropped dead. Light was lost. They were mortal. They were weak. Ordinary. For the first time since the Red War, they felt fear. Fear of dying once again. And with the Darkness closing in to wipe them from existence, that fear twisted them. Desperation swept through the Vanguard like a plague. It consumed their hope and left them nothing but the instinct to survive. To survive long enough to have their vengeance. The Traveler had used them. They had been fodder all along. Refuse tossed at the Darkness so the Traveler could protect itself. So they abandoned their principles and used the abhorrent methods of Savathûn to restore their ghosts. They brought Spider into their ranks to oversee the process. They would have the power to flee the Darkness at any cost. But more importantly, find and destroy the Traveler. With the Darkness surrounding Earth, the Guardians escaped on a Golden Age ship they managed to cobble together with help from the House of Light. They installed Failsafe to pilot it and outfitted it with Rasputin and his orbital weapons. They took as many residents of the Last City they could, but the ship could not hold them all. Even with the Guardians strapping themselves to the outer hull to make room, knowing they would die and rez over and over exposed to the vacuum of space, people would still be left behind. So into the depths of space they went. The Guardians, the House of Light, and the survivors of the Last City. The Drifter had risked being caught by the Nine to tell them where to look. It would take a hundred years to get there. Their ship would barely make the voyage. Once there, they would face the Traveler only to discover a new species it had blessed with its gifts of Light. A species blinded by that Light just as the Guardians and Fallen had. The Guardians were the enemy now.