The Prophet of Regret moved down the long hallway of High Charity, with 16, unarmored young Elites by his side. The Juvenile Elites walked down the hallway in excitement, for they had been chosen personally by the Former Vice Minister to be drafted into the Covenant Army to form a new Spec-Ops squad nicknamed, "The Revenant." The Hierarch, on the other hand, floated down the hall in deep respect, and remorse, for he knew a dark secret. These Elites, were physically and mentally stronger than any others out there, but unfortunately, that was not enough. The Demons, while smaller, were better in almost every way compared to their Alien counterparts. If the Covenant wanted to eradicate themselves of the Demons, they would have to make Gods. The Prophet looked onto all the Elites, and felt pity, for he knew that these young warriors walking excitedly next to him, would go through a Thousand Hells before they ever saw the Combat they craved.
After what seemed like an Eternity, the group finally reached the end of the hallway, where a huge
ominous doorway marked with Covenant symbols blocked their path. Regret signaled the Elites to stop,
then floated n front of the group. "My Dearest Sangheili," The Prophet spoke, "You have all been honored
with an opportunity, a Chance to prove that you are better than the scum we are currently at war with, a
chance to prove to the Ancients that you are worthy for the Great Journey, a chance to prove, that their
Demons are not Invincible. If you accept my generous offer, you will be put through extreme labor, training
20 unit's a cycle, every Cycle, until you reach Maturity. You will be given Chemicals that will put you
through Hell and back again, and you armor and weapons will be upgraded to the fullest extent. How many
of you accept. As If on queue, all the aliens stepped forward, heads high and arms crossed. "Excellent."
Said Regret as he opened The huge door.