It is a very weird exotic that’s for sure. The best build I’ve had that uses it was a nezeracs sin build. Nezeracs + Devour + Demolitionist on the gun = many grenades.

Also needs to fully benefit from prismatic like that too.

Tesselation is one of those exotics that are only "exotic" after some condition has been met. But contrary to others Tesselation's exotic effect uses your grenade to set its exotic effect, and after a long animation you get.. a rocket ? The gun definitly has potential but it is in dire need of rework/buff.

Tbh it just needs way more damage and aoe to be worth using. This exotic eats both your exotic slot and your nade. For a result that could just be the same if...you threw your nade.

Completely forgot it existed they buffed and Nerfed every other exotic except that one

I would appreciate more ammo reserves for it. As it is, feels like you only get 2 mags to use. 😂

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