The following is what I envision went through Oryx's thoughts in regard to the events that led up to King's Fall. All the way to the point right before he faced off against the Guardians in his Throne Room on the Dreadnaught. Hope you enjoy this final part! King's Fall Part 3 I guess that is a foolish question as there is no turning back now. I find myself in the balance of losing favor with the darkness and this cause me to doubt. All of this bears heavy on my heart and mind as I return to my throne room to prepare for our next assault of Earth and the Last City. This journey between my realm and the realm of the Old Gods is a long and treacherous one. During these travels, I often recount these events over and over. I guess - *audible scream*… That death cry was the sound of my War Priest. Have the guardians breached my throne realm?!! That cannot be possible. Were they able to ward off his Oversoul? I must quicken my pace. I must collect my thoughts and not be concerned with a just a handful of guardians being on my Dreadnaught. These intruders still have to face my loyal Golgoroth. His voracious hunger is never satisfied and he will relish on such a delightful meal as the Traveler’s Light. After all, I cannot deny my children a meal when it wanders so freely into its layer. As I continue my return to my Dreadnaught, I still have time to summon my Taken forces to oppose these intruders and aid my most loyal subjects to fight off the Traveler’s soldiers. In regard to the Traveler, one thing puzzles me. How can the guardians continue on even after death? How does the Traveler still have enough power to give life in its weakened state? I cannot revive my lost Hive children or Taken servants. My sisters and I can be revived if we are not slayed in our Throne Realms, but this is different than the guardians’ revival. The guardians can be revived as long as their Ghost is intact. Nor the Ghosts or the Guardians claim a Throne. They can be revived anywhere it seems. Hive servants tell of seeing Guardians being revived in Crota’s Throne Realm. How can they be restored in a place where darkness reigns supreme? The Guardians and their wretched Speaker believe in restoring the Traveler. If the Traveler can be restored and it only serves as a channel of the Light, could my sisters and I be restored as we channel the Darkness in our servitude to the Old Gods? I wonder - *audible roar*… That roar was Golgoroth! How did these beings defeat him?! I bestowed upon him my Tablet of Ruin to aid in this fight. It granted him power unknown. How can this be?! I must hurry back to my Throne! I notice my breaths quickening now. Is this feeling fear? I have not felt this for quite some time. No, the Taken King does not fear the Traveler or its servants! I have left my Throne Realm under the ever watchful eyes of my daughters. They will surely protect that realm and kill anyone that dares cross my royal threshold. After all, they know Ir Yut’s Song of Death. Who ever knew there would be so much power in song? The ability to weave your very soul into the words of a song in order to defy and even control death is nothing short of amazing. Ir Yut has killed many guardians with her songs before she was destroyed. My daughters have destroyed more than tenfold that of Ir Yut. My daughters, Ir Halak and Ir Anuk, are able to carve into the very fabric of space. Their power pales in comparison to mine, but it is a force like any other. The guardians to will regret *audible screeches*... Halak? Anuk?!! My daughters have fallen to the Light. I have failed my children yet again. This pain is unbearable and it is the same pain that I felt upon Crota’s death. The same pain washes over me once more. My children, I am so sorry. I overlooked the power of these Guardians and asked too much of you. You have paid your final tribute to me with your life. I promise that your sacrifice will not be in vain. These creatures will pay with their life! There it is! My Dreadnaught is just over the horizon. I can sense the Guardians’ presence in my Throne Room. How dare they defile my Throne with my daughters’ blood? I will cleanse the realm with their blood in return. As I hasten to my Throne, a thought breaks through my extreme grief and rage. What is this? Is it fear? Doubt? No, it is neither of these. I see my vessel just across the galaxy and I know that this could be my final battle. Why do I think of this now? I have never had this thought before. As I fly across stars and moons, I see Saturn’s silhouette beyond my Dreadnaught and I am overcome with a sensation. Is this peace? No, I can never know peace. I believe the truer explanation is acceptance. Acceptance that this will be my last moment as I am now. These thoughts pass through my mind just before I reach the bow of my Throne Room. I, Oryx, god of the Hive and King of the Taken will be victorious if I can maintain the favor of the Darkness. However, I find my faith in the Old Gods wavering. I have lost so much by being in their service and it has shaken me to my core. Either way this ends, I will remember this battle as King’s Fall. I cannot take back what has been taken from me. My sisters… my Hive children … my daughters… Crota, my son… Whether, I fall in battle or fall deeper into despair, I, the King, have already fallen. Truly, this is King’s Fall… -Omnilinkstrife Part 1: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/202303113?sort=0&page=0 Part 2: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/202303419?page=0&sort=0&showBanned=0&path=1