Armor shattered. Cloak torn. Pride scarred, and tower destroyed. I'm all alone, I can't help but stumbles through the wreckage of this great city. The city I swore to protect.

That vision was all I needed to find motivation to push forward.

'Damn, legs broken.' I can't do anything other than slowly drag myself to the wreckage of a city hawk. I can hear some jumbled air chatter from the cockpit but nothing I can make out.

Pilots dead

And her side arms empty.

Looks like it's just me and my wits for now.

I hear a loud whirring as a harvester hovers into view

'Shit is that a searchlight?' So much for my wits.

I stumble my way under an overpass, shielding my battered frame from its murderous glare.

I'm not going to make it.

As I slowly make my way along the runoff trough, I hear a faint, but familiar timber.

"Guardian? Oh guardian where are you?" Her elegant sound waves reach my cracked helmet's speakers.

Ghost! It's her! Oh is she a sight for sore eyes. At least this broken scrap is good for something.

"Over here." I can barely say anything. God damn, must be a punctured lung. She spots me immediately. Bless her.

"Oh traveler, I was so scared I lost you!" She's just as battered as I am.

I catch her as she falls after healing me. I wish I could do the same for her.

"I can only heal you, I can't revive you. Our light... THE light, is gone."

I can hear the brokenness of her voice and it shatters me.

"Let's move." I make myself seem strong. For her.

I make my way out of the runoff bed, and spot a hole in the Great Wall. Huh not as strong as you thought Zavala. I only have my pistol as all my gear was left in my storage unit at the tower, I can make it work if I stick to guerrilla tactics but if I get overwhelmed-

"They're evacuating earth, The vanguard is scattered and guardians are being slaughtered systematically. We're alone." Ghost is usually so upbeat. This is killing me. I'm supposed to be the screwed up quiet one. She's my voice, I can't stand to see her like this. She speaks over my thoughts, "All these channels and all of them are saying evacuate. How can we leave our home behind?"

"We aren't. I had a vision when I was unconscious, there's a shard somewhere in the twilight gap. That's all I could make out. I think the traveler was speaking to me."

It feels good to be able to walk. A wolf is nothing without his legs.

Some young wolf I am. I allowed the light to be taken, I allowed so many people to die, I'm a failure, a coward, A murderer.

As if sensing my dark thoughts, ghost speaks to me, "It's not your fault we had no idea something like this could even happen. C'mon, we have a lot of ground to cover."

She's right as always. I push forward, into the great wilderness.

Where the hunter, has become the hunted.