A Time For Change 5.0
Swirls of light and dark purple filled the emptiness of the void. The forces of Light and Dark fought for dominance, creating a beautiful design of chaos in the previously empty sky.
He took the Dreadnaught into the void, also taking many Guardians, Hive, and Cabal with it. Those who were beings of the Light received their "birthrights." The remaining Cabal and Hive were turned into pure void light and evaporated as soon as the ship entered.
In the Altar of Oryx, the former Taken King, stood a humanoid figure. His armor was made from the remains of Crota, and given a purple glow instead of green from the absorption of excess void light.
A Hidden Warlock approaches the altar towards the menacing Guardian.
Hidden Warlock: Lord Inanis, the Vanguard cowers before our strength. The Traveler is defenseless.
Inanis: Proceed with draining every last morsel of Light from it. I shall make haste and find the Vanguard.
Hidden Warlock: But, we know not of their location yet -
Inanis: - But I do.
Inanis summons the Dark-Drinker and stabs it into the center of the altar. The ship lights turn back on, and the engines start up. Within minutes, the ship is operational. In front of the ship, a gigantic wormhole opens and slowly swallows the ship.
Inanis: No more hiding, no more stealth, no more mercy! It is time for the solar system to know of our presence - and in time, the Universe as well.
Hidden Warlock: We await your command, Lord Inanis.
Inanis: I have a special job for you.
Inanis takes out the Memory of Timur and holds it in his palm as he looks at his companion. Purple swirls emanate from the artifact and make their way towards the Hidden Warlock. As soon as the purple streaks wrapped around his purple, glowing body, he went through a painful, lengthy transformation.
Inanis: The time for change is upon us. The age of the Traveler.... is dead.
Dark within the Light 5.1
Daemon-13 manages to survive the nova bomb hurled at him, yet his legs are disintegrated in the process and revealing the circuitry and gushing oil. He picks up his head and looks at his attacker slowly descending to the ground and staring through its ghostly helmet, into Daemon-13's optics. As he bled out, his optic lights flickered, and he began to shut down. The ghostly Iron Lord started to grow spikes which pierced through its armor. Suddenly, it was no longer what it used to be. It became a monster.
The monstrous, ghostly figure approached him with clenched fists. Daemon-13 prepares for his imminent death when the figure pauses and stares towards a random direction. Seconds pass as it focuses on a hazy, distant, female voice. The voice cuts off when it feels something pierce through it.
Daemon-13, now a living flame, rips a hole in the back of the ghost's neck, tears down its back, and with a flaming fist, punches through its chest. Then it collapses on its knees, onto Daemon-13's level, slowly turns into burning flakes of ashes, and disappears.
Daemon-13 falls into the ashes and his motor functions begin to fail. As his body shuts down, he lifts his head up and looks at his hand until his functional arm freezes in place, like the rest of his still body. He turns his neck slowly to look around, then his optics, and then - dark.