Main theme: Metro Exodus rap by Jt Music, featuring Andrea Storm Kaden
Theme: Wreckage from the Halo 4 soundtrack
The Disciple, sheltered in a silver cloak, sifted through the shattered rubble of the abandoned Sleeping City as the fires from the battle days before finally began to burn themselves out, helped along by the desperate hunting parties of the Ascendant Court, hoping to not create a wildfire that would spread across the entirety of Vale.
Templar and the leaders of the Choir of Silver were gone, either in the ground or going rogue, and a majority of the Choirs main force had been wiped out thanks to both the Hunters and infighting. What was left of the Choir of Silver fractured and splintered, spreading out over the entirety of the Valerian north and forcing the Ascendant Court to scatter themselves as well, so that they might hunt these traitors down.
And now, what was left of the Choir of Silver and the Ascendant Court were locked in a violent civil war across the north of Vale, whilst other Choir groups fled and either ran to Solitas, or spread out across Vale further, turning to banditry and mercenary work to survive, pillaging and raiding dozens of human settlements and Ascendant Court outposts in order to survive, the leaders of these tribes giving themselves and their clans names, such as the Unbowed Battalion, the Bloodborn, the Sky-Eaters, and so on, so forth, pushing Vale further into violence and war.
And now, here was this nameless Disciple, shifting through the remains of a dead kingdom on the orders of its commanding Scion, in service to its bandit clan, trying to find something- Anything- Of use to their cause.
Whatever the hell that was, now. Money? Power? Whatever. It was just a grunt. It didn't ask questions. It wanted to, but it didn't.
Doing that would get it killed, with a mad commander like its own.
It pushed aside the rubble of the dilapidated cathedral before him, and dug through the rusted metal, crumbled stone, and rotten wood, trying to find something- Anything- That could justify coming to this miserable place-
Its hand brushed over a metal hilt.
A weapon?
It took hold of the hilt, and pulled it out of the rubble, revealing a battered, but still operational, red and black scythe in its hands, with a rifle function integrated into the main body of the scythe.
A weapon.
The Disciple twirled the weapon in its hands, and began to draw its own plans and ambitions within its mind. Perhaps now, it could finally do away with its annoying commander. Perhaps now, it could finally defect back to the Ascendant Court. Perhaps now, it could finally regain the favour of the Daughter, and-
From the air, a Dragon flew downwards and bit the Disciple in half.
Curio lifted his head up once more, and watched the Disciple fade away into nothingness. Satisfied with his kill of a Grimm, he spread his wings out wide, and took to the air once more.
(Not too long later, after successfully wiping out an insignificant Grimm bandit clan, a Baron Grimm found the Crescent Rose, and took it for himself.
A fine weapon indeed. Worthy of a Baron of the Ascendant Court.)
This short story was inspired by the Deafening Whisper lore entry from Destiny 2.