Jeran Leore gazed at the husk of the city before him. The wind gusted intermittently, howling like the wraiths of the city’s long-dead occupants. Swirls of sand kicked up by the wind shimmered faintly in the glow of the cloud-hazed moon. “How about some light?” Jeran murmured, deploying his Ghost. The Guardian’s A.I. companion sprung into the air and emitted a soft white-purple light. “Pretty night for a stroll,” the Ghost said drily. Jeran grunted noncommittally, shifting his rifle slightly as he strode towards the entrance of the buried remains of the city’s metro station. He had detected a faint energy signature within the ruins during a flyover; ever curious, the Warlock couldn’t resist the opportunity to do some exploration. “The signature came from in there, however briefly. Are you getting any readings?” he asked the Ghost. “I’ll check ahead. Don’t wait up,” his companion replied, drifting slowly off into the dilapidated entryway of the station. Jeran followed his lambent companion, scanning the vestiges of once-grand structure for movement, the barrel of his rifle mirroring the shifting of his eyes. He tailed the Ghost into what had been the station’s main lobby, using his helmet’s HUD to enhance his visual awareness. “Jeran, there’s something up ahead…” his Ghost informed him. Only a loud hissing preceded a Fallen Dreg bursting from the darkness towards Jeran. He dropped to on knee and fired a burst of bullets into the creature’s chest, dodging aside as the corpse flew past him. Jeran saw several sets of quadruple eyes emerge in a cluster from the shadows. He lowered his rifle and drew upon the energy of the Traveler to launch a Nova Bomb towards the Fallen. He turned and ran as blazing purple light erupted behind him and the building shook ominously from the explosion…