Evan placed his gloved, metallic hands on the railing, the wind blowing over the sleek surface of his metallic skin. The sun peeked over the mountain tops, sunrise just upon him. He gazed out, and the nothingness gazed back. He got his Ghost, Johann, to pull up a map of the Hive ritual ground that he had been monitoring, alongside his notes on Hive symbol translations. If his notes were correct, then the layout of the entire tunnel system spelt out the Hive symbol for 'stolen'. He turned and walked back to his quarters, closing the balcony door behind him. He walked to a large blank metal wall, with a Hive symbol meaning 'Shadows' on it. The wall split in two and the two halves slid to the sides, showing four distinct weapons. The Necrochasm, the Thorn, the Touch of Malice and the newly-discovered Malfeasance hand-cannon, all of which gave off an ominous feeling, driving a chill up his oiled, artificial spine. He reached out and grabbed the Malfeasance and holstered it. The wall closed and he turned back to his Ghost, who was projecting the grounds' layout and his notes. There was a central, locked chamber that was surrounded by dozens of Thralls and Acolytes, as well as three Chosen Knights. He had recently unlocked a new branch in his Voidwalker arsenal which allowed him to teleport around the battlefield and create mini nova bomb detonations with his hands, so he would probably make short work of all of them. He got Johann to prepare his ship and left his quarters.
The cave was narrow and eerily quiet, the black dust of a couple dead Thralls covering the ground with a light dusting. Getting into the chamber had been easier than expected, all he had to do was use a Handheld Supernova to blast the door open and use the Malfeasance to get rid of the Hive that challenged him. He reloaded the hand-cannon and holstered it, stepping into the cold black waters of what looked like a large hall. A single pedestal stood in the center of the hall, an object wrapped in black cloth on top of it. The object was long and narrow, approximately his height. He reached out his hand to grab the object and the wrappings seemed to burn away in purple cinders. What lay in front of him, centimetres away from his outstretched hand, was a large Hive spear that was humming with power. He wrapped his hand around the shaft-
