Masterpost: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/253000143 “I wish I could do something for my guardian.” The ghost thought, hovering behind her guardian. “I finally… found...” A hunter dressed in deep blue stumbled to his knees in front of a crudely marked grave. His fingers twitched, and he breathed heavily as the landscape of smoke and stars blended together with water in his eyes. He let out a shattered, uncontrollable wail as he clawed viciously at the ground, dislodging the wind rocket, the last trace of the despicable Phoros-5. He held the weapon tight, as it seemed to comfort him. “But… who killed him?” He took his helmet off to clear his eyes, then lifted his hand. His ghost floated forward, and she spun while expanding her shell to scan the area. She soon returned, and he slipped his helmet back on to examine the feed. “Fallen guns?” The hunter blinked, then began to laugh uncontrollably. “Ha! Fallen... killing Phoros? Bahahahaha! That... didn’t happen!” He regained his composure and narrowed his eyes. Spite began to feel his throat as wheels turned in his brain. “No way it was Fallen...” His knuckles grew white under his gloves as he squeezed the knife on his belt. “No way! I’ll find you… kill you!” He began to stab wildly at the ground in anger, creating marks around the grave. “Who did it…? Tell me...” He asked, yelling at his ghost. “Tell me!” His breath was shaking. His ears pounded. All he wanted to know was what had happened. “R-right.” The ghost sighed. An eternity of pain was hidden behind her voice. “Van net says a titan named Zahir-2 eliminated Tivik, Guardian Killer, after the Eliksni was Taken. There’s more to the report, but nothing on Phoros…” “No...thing?” “Please, don’t take it the wrong way. Phoros was exiled. The Vanguard just doesn’t want to doc-“ “Ohh… I get it… they, blue man, sent the titan… to kill master… I seeeeeee.” The hunter’s eyes narrowed as he looked up into Io’s beautiful sky. “City. Let’s go… there…”