[Hellmouth]

As night turned to day, the fractured horizon remained unchanged- ablaze with wretched viridian flames.

A hundred fireteams marched towards the tunnels, determined to push back the hive and infiltrate their home. This time, Void had chosen to accompany the crucible squads.

Warrod, Amos, Edith, Jason and Shaxx. The one's he knew were all present.

"We'll march to the front and charge in, if its only thralls, then we break through the tide and claim new ground." Shaxx briefed his squads.

Void nodded, and then chimed in "The Hive aren't stupid, I reckon they'll bring in the big guns today. Keep on your toes."

The Crucible squads nodded, Void was among the first to survey the Hive on the moon, his advice wouldn't fall on deaf ears.

"That's why you're here? To match the big guns?" Warrod chuckled.

Void smirked, "Well someone's gotta take the heat, and we both know its not those two" He gestured towards Jason and Edith.

"I heard that." Jason coughed while Edith rolled her eyes.

"Good, since you're already paying attention, I'll give you a tip. If you hear my sword, then duck." Void shrugged.

"What if I don't?" Amos raised his brows.

"Let's just say you'd be head under heels for me." Void passed the squad, standing towards the front.

All fireteams had marched towards the tunnel entrances. Facing the tunnels that stretched deep towards the necropolis, a shudder ran through those present.

A howling wind swept up carrying a foul stench of rotten bones. Fear gripped the hearts of those present, halting their march.

As the air grew heavier, the ground trembled and stifling pressure choked their ranks.

"This feeling." Void's eyes narrowed as a familiar sensation abruptly washed over him.

He immediately signalled Shaxx to be cautious, but those around him followed it too, suddenly all eyes and ears fell on void.

But the tremors continued to shake the ground, nearing the surface as the seconds ticked down.

"Hive Ogres! Watch their eyes!" Void barked.

As if his words had manifested, a dreadful quake shook the ground, the scattered tunnels seemed to shake and crumble, and the Ogres rushed to the surface.

The Ogres shrill cries resonated, instantly rupturing any ear that dared to listen. Their shrieks had summoned the winds themselves, and a tempestuous gale swept the battlefield.

An army of thralls flooded the surface. Hell had broken loose.

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Streaks of blood trickled down their faces, pooling at the ground, thousands were maimed, and countless were brought to their knees.

A spell of weakness seized the guardians, their minds were disarrayed and hearts sunken. The thralls leapt towards the enfeebled and the Ogres gathered their fiendish fire.

All hope seemed to be crushed and splintered.

-Click-

Void unsheathed his blade, his light violently flaring. He shot forwards, and swung.

A crushing strike cleaved through the air, and struck the Hive, tearing them apart. It instantly erupted, the shockwave of energy hurled everyone back and cleared the field for a brief moment of respite.

Flung backwards, Void flipped in the air and dug his feet into the dirt, sliding to a stop.

"Now!"

Shaxx conjured his flaming hammers and pounced towards the fight, he hurled one hammer as it collided with one Ogre, bursting out in a flaming eruption.

The few seconds Void had bought were enough for everyone to regain their footing, immediately the guardians were back to their full assault.

But as the Hive realized their fatal tactic had failed, more thralls hatched and rushed towards the fight.

As the guardians met the Hive in a fierce and bloody battle, Hive Knights and Wizards emerged from fissures. But this time, the guardians were prepared.

A group of warlocks channelled untamed lightning through the light. As thunder clouded the horizon, they aimed towards the Wizards. The thunder coursed through them, and a bolt threatened to strike the fissures.

But just as it did, the Knights summoned their impenetrable stygian shields. Light and Dark collided, and a quake radiated through the lunar surface.

The Hunters weren't far behind, zipping past the shields, in an instant they whipped around and struck with their Golden Gun. The radiant bullets tore through the Knights, burning them alive.

As the Knights fell, the Ogres entered a frenzy, fire danced in their eyes.

Fearing the worst, the shield titans erected domes to safe guard as many as they could.

As the fiendish fire spilled, the Ogre's fire poured out, striking the domes with full force. No side could give up, and the struggle of power continued.

But as Void found his footing, he gripped his sword and zoomed past the front-lines, facing the Ogre's alone.

A faint coat of light masked his presence. Suddenly he appeared, with a spectral aura converging at the edge of his blade. The Ogre's sensed him, but it was too late.

Void danced within the battlefield, carving his devouring light into the Ogre's with relentless strikes. His gilded blade had singed their rotten flesh, eating through it.

The sudden strikes disrupted the Ogres, their fire weakened. Grasping the opportunity, Ikorra led a squad of warlocks, each conjuring a Nova Bomb with their palms.

The Nova bombs hurled through the horizon, but a hundred necrotic chains slithered in from emerging fissures, wrapping around the bombs. An ensuing eruption seemed imminent, but the chains seemed to contain the energy.

Though their tactic had failed, Void didn't stop, and rushed in once more. Because he knew what was next.

Just as he had thought, cataclysmic Shadowshots tore through the horizon's seam, crashing towards the Wizards.

The arrows collapsed into an eruption, eating away at the Wizards. Devouring tethers struck through them, chaining them to the ground, sapping their magic.

Void emerged like a wraith, ready to reap his souls. Before the wizards could continue their magic, he swiped with his blade and cleaved them in half.

With all the Hive he had reaped, his sword emanated a faint ghastly gleam.

'I am close' Void knew there wasn't much left before he could unleash Zamyr's power.

As the ferocious battle continued, the guardians rained bullets on the Hive, matching blow for blow.

Rockets struck the Hive like hail, and swept the field of thralls. But the Ogres still stood. The necrotic magic sewed their flesh together forcing them to writhe in agony.

Void looked to dash in, but then, the world halted.

Like a puppet without strings, Void found himself unable to move. His eyes widened, and his heart raced.

Something was wrong.

Then, memories of Praedyth flashed in his mind, and a strange force seemed to burn through them. His memories began to crumble, erasing themselves as if they had never existed.

Void struggled, but he couldn't counter it on his own. It was only then, that his sword shuddered- As if summoned.

Zamyr's presence stirred, overwhelming whatever had overtaken him. The Ahamkara's will shielded Void from the world and the sensation passed.

Time flowed once more. But Void was certain, he had lost something.

Something he couldn't recall.

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