Beowulf sniffed the air. [i]Light.[/i] That damn stench of undeserved power. He needed to act fast. Beowulf ventured past the Core, walking deeper and deeper, till he came across the Arms Testing Facility. He growled at the sight— the false-Drinkers made it to the Devourer first. He coiled his hand into a fist, pure Blight running up his fingers as it opened four ruptures within the Facility, surrounding the Guardians as they looked around, confused. It was time to see what the Blight could truly accomplish.