High above the large opening that lay before the Hive temple, stood two figures. One actually standing while the other floated. The first was a Hive Deathsinger in gray robes. The other, a being made of pure darkness, much like an Echo of Oryx, except this being took on the form of a Guardian, a Titan to be exact, wearing bone-like armor of the Hive. It's dark, ethereal Hive Cleaver in both hands, tip resting in the ground, both watching the events below. The Deathsinger, Molkir, looked over at the Shade beside her. "[i]Why do we wait? We could easily kill it now."[/i] She said in the Hive language. "Because, all of my kind deserve a chance at redemption." It responded in the same language, it's voice sounding deep and that like a gathering of shadows. It never took it's eyes off the scene below. [i]"And if it refuses?"[/i] "Then he will die in the name of a false god, just like the rest." Now that they both remained silent, Molkir focused back on the events below.