"My proud sister reduced to this," Oryx laughs.
He is simultaneously pleased by the triumph of his presumptive heir and disappointed by the defeat of his sister.
"My sisters are now hollow. Blunted…"
Oryx considers his role in what has become of the Hive pantheon.
"So, you have forestalled Xivu Arath. Her ritual scatters. This throne world and its chains stand."
The Echo of Navigation, Oryx, is silent for now, waiting for an opportunity to present itself. Our plans have worked, but the next step is unclear. Continue delving into the Dreadnaught and thinning the opposition.