- Fos Tis Krisis
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- Intrepid Legendary Member
I hunt for the Prophet of Contentment, the San 'Shyumm that murdered my son, and stole his birthright, his Energy Sword. They call our species Heretics. They claim to all that our tongues sting, our words a vile poison that feeds on the unworthy. I have seen the true face of Heresy. The head of a gallant warrior lay on the ground. His neck scorched and blistered, scarred by his own blade. I shall retrieve the weapon, and drive it through that bastard's heart! Punishment for his sins is nigh.
It will most likely end with the Covenant beginning to glass the planet. A team of Spartans overlook a horizon as thousands of Covenant ships begin to fire their Energy Projector, and can only watch as one slowly takes them in it's cleansing beam.