The reborn Cabal fell in step behind her, but let his attention wander the battlefield around him. Everyone was collecting the little Ghosts and herding them into large cargo crates. Some called out in despair and begged not to be put back into storage. Others claimed that they had found someone to resurrect and that they needed more time. A few desperate shells attempted to escape, but were quickly caught by a Psion’s telekinetic grip. “What are they doing?” “They are sequestering the Ghosts until they are needed again,” Ikora answered disdainfully as they boarded a Harvester. “Current practice is to only release them after every battle to see if any dead warriors can be revived – like yourself. Until that happens, though, they are held for days on end, denied their ability to perform their prime directive. I hope to change this procedure.” “I’m glad someone understands,” Slate buzzed. Cerragus’ Ghost hovered around his head as they strapped in and prepared for takeoff. “You mentioned the Traveler too,” Cerragus remembered. “Something about its ‘Light’?” “The Light is everything,” Slate explained vaguely. “I was made by it, you were reborn by it, and you can use it as a powerful tool. The Risen were pre-chosen by the Traveler to wield Light as a weapon, and it created us Ghosts to activate it in you.” Speakers blared and the craft shuddered as the Harvester took off and activated its warp drive. “What can I do with it?” Cerragus asked. “That is what we hope to find out,” Ikora replied. “If you are Risen, you will be able to harness the elemental aspects of Light – Solar, Arc, and Void Light – in one of three ways. Human Risen are categorized into Light Stalkers, Light Breakers, or Light Masters. Light Masters, like myself, are scholars and use it to increase our understanding of the universe.” “Which one am I?” “We’ll have a better idea when you first use your powers. Even then, you may be entirely different as a Risen Cabal.” The ship rocked as it left warp, then shook as it entered the atmosphere. Overhead, the pilot said they were twenty minutes away from the Geode. Cerragus was about to ask what the Geode was when he saw it out of a porthole. A massive dome of geodesic lattice bubbled out of the ground. At its base was a high, thick wall, with hundreds of buildings clustered inside. Above that and just under the top of the dome was a huge sphere that shone under the sun, what wasn’t blackened and damaged. Ikora smiled at his awed expression. “[i]That[/i] is the Traveler.” [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Groups/Post?groupId=1371758&postId=244991280&sort=0&page=0]Table of Contents[/url]