Изменено (Dark_YoungWolf96): 8/3/2017 4:14:37 AMEris Morn 4.1 I happened to be exploring around this temple, when I felt a familiar yet weakened presence. I follow the scent - the scent of the worm. As I follow, it grows stronger. Finally, I look inside a small cave under the temple's foundation see a lonely, confused Thrall huddled within. It was unaware of my stare. As it shivered, its bones can be heard hitting and vibrating against one another; free from its skin. Though I felt pity, I dared not go near it. Yet, I stayed in the cave. Time passes as I anxiously wait for the Thrall to notice me. Suddenly, it stops shivering. Its head slowly turns upward, until all three of it's eery green, glowing eyes made contact with mine. It immediately gets up on its feet and shrieks. Its shrieks bring back a memory that I wish would be long forgotten. Six of us went down into the pit to face Crota. We were brave, but not ready. We fell like insects; one by one they died, until I was the last of my fireteam. When I lost my vision, I took the eyes of a Thrall and gained much more than vision: clarity. I eventually found my way out of the abyss, and I was found by the Vanguard. However, what they took is no longer me, for I died within that wretched pit. The Thrall charged at me, screaming and snapping, until it slowly came to a stop. Now, it is face to face with me, it stops shrieking, and its shoulder's ease. My fright began to vanish when I realized - it took a knee. It was kneeling towards me with its head looking down towards my feat. I decided not to kill the Thrall and leave it where I found it. I felt some connection that I haven't felt since I was trapped within the Ascendant Realm. I climb back up to the temple, and the scent weakens as I travel further away. I reach the Iron Temple and look down. I can hardly see the cave along with three green dots staring back at me.