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Chapter 13: New Tower:

Lord Shaxx's imposing figure led the way, his heavy boots clanging rhythmically against the metal flooring. The vast expanse of the Tower stretched out before Weiss, Blake, and Yang—a marvel of futuristic architecture set against the backdrop of Earth's endless sky. The sun glinted off the polished surfaces, casting sharp beams of light that made the whole place feel vibrant, alive.

As they stepped further out, a massive, glowing sphere loomed above the horizon—the Traveler. The sheer size and radiance of it took their breath away. The ethereal glow pulsed with an almost otherworldly energy, casting long shadows and shimmering light across the Tower.

"Is that…" Weiss's voice trailed off, her eyes wide with awe.

"The Traveler!" Shaxx boomed, his voice filled with pride and reverence. "Our beacon of Light! The reason Guardians exist!"

Blake murmured, her voice hushed with awe, "I've never seen anything like it."

Yang let out a low whistle, her gaze fixed on the celestial giant. "No wonder people fight so hard to protect this place."

"Magnificent, isn't it?!" Shaxx boomed, his voice practically vibrating with excitement. He clapped his gauntleted hands together, the sound echoing through the plaza. "The Traveler, our beacon of Light! The reason Guardians exist! If that doesn't stir something in your soul, then you're already dead inside!"

Weiss swallowed hard, unable to tear her gaze away. The enormity of it all settled in—the vastness of the universe, the battles fought, the sacrifices made.

"I didn't expect… this," she said softly.

"No one does!" Shaxx declared, his enthusiasm undiminished. "But that's the beauty of it! The Traveler's Light reaches us all. And you—you lucky few—stand beneath it. Remember this moment! Savor it!"

He turned abruptly, his armor clanking as he resumed his march. "Now, onward! There is much to see, and we haven't got all day!"

Weiss, Blake, and Yang followed, still glancing back at the Traveler, its light reflecting in their eyes. The sense of wonder lingered, mixing with the uncertainty of their new reality.

Shaxx's voice roared through the air. "Welcome to the Tower! This is the heart of the Vanguard, where the brave stand ready to defend humanity! You'll find no safer place in all the system!"

Weiss surveyed the scene with her usual composed skepticism. Her gaze lingered on the Guardians in sleek, high-tech armor, each one exuding confidence and purpose. "It's... impressive," she admitted.

Blake's eyes flickered to the various ships soaring in and out of the hangar bays. "It's hard to believe a place like this exists after everything we've been through."

Yang grinned, taking in the massive open plaza. Vendors lined the walkways, Guardians huddled in groups discussing tactics, and towering statues honored the fallen. "I could get used to this."

Shaxx laughed, the sound booming like a war drum. "You'll find the Tower is more than just a fortress! It's a community! A place where Guardians prepare, recover, and remember what we fight for!"

He gestured toward a large area bustling with activity. "Over there is the Courtyard! You can gear up, trade, and talk to the vendors! If you need weapons, Banshee-44 is your Gunsmith! He's grumpy, but he knows his stuff!"

As they made their way to the Gunsmith, a pair of Guardians approached. One was a lithe Hunter with sleek, silver and black armor, the other a Warlock clad in flowing, deep-blue robes. They stopped in front of the group, their helmets reflecting the sunlight.

The Hunter gave a casual salute. "Name's Sterben-17," he said, his voice light and confident. He nodded toward his companion. "And this is Seron-12."

"New Lights, huh?" Sterben-17 remarked, his visor glinting with amusement. "You look like you've still got grave dirt in your boots."

Seron-12 chuckled softly. "Don't mind him. He's always this charming."

Sterben-17 reached into a satchel and pulled out a few glowing purple engrams. "We've got a few too many of these lying around. Maybe you'll have better luck with them than we did."

He handed each of them an engram. The crystalline glow pulsed softly in their hands.

"Thank you," Weiss said cautiously, examining the engram.

"Don't mention it," Sterben-17 said with a grin. "Welcome to the Tower. You're gonna need all the luck you can get."

With a wave, the pair walked off, disappearing into the crowd.

Blake looked at her engram thoughtfully. "Well, let's hope we're lucky."

Yang smirked. "I'll take all the help I can get."

Shaxx laughed. "Let's see what you can do with those engrams! Onward to the Master Rahool!"

Adam's wrist console pinged softly, pulling him away from his thoughts. He glanced at the notification—a message from the Postmaster. He let out a sigh and looked around, taking in the bustling Tower with a mixture of nostalgia and disorientation.

"This place has changed so much since the Red War," he muttered. It took him a while to find his way through the winding corridors and new structures, the echoes of battle still fresh in his memory.

Finally, he spotted the familiar glow of the Postmaster's kiosk. He approached it, the soft hum of data transfer filling the air as he retrieved his package. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the rose emblem stamped on the corner.

His heart skipped a beat. He quickly looked up, scanning the area to see if anyone was watching. Satisfied that no one had noticed, he slipped the package into his satchel.

"Well, that's unexpected," Blush murmured in his earpiece, her tone laced with curiosity. "I wonder who could have possibly sent that."

Adam's jaw tightened. He didn't respond, instead adjusting his satchel and turning away from the Postmaster.

"Let's keep moving," he muttered, his voice low.