The H.E.L.M., The Moon's Orbit
The Guardian receives a message from Osiris at the Holoprojector.
Osiris: The Warmind speaks. His archives are incomplete, as is his memory. There's a figment seeded in that recollecting mind where my visions might find purchase. The pieces are scattered on the floor before me. I see them like points of starlight. They form a constellation, but my eye cannot yet draw the lines. "Nefele Stronghold" is a term that appears multiple times throughout the submind's caches. Each time I read it, I… hear it whispered in Savathûn's voice. Ana recognizes the term "Nefele," transcribed from a temporal disturbance on Mars. Recognition was all she had to offer. But Rasputin must know. Asking the right question could unlock everything. I need time to submit my inquiries to Rasputin. To find convincing proof for Ikora. Time, we do not have. Xivu Arath's assault on the Warmind's network is no coincidence. She is far more tactician than brute. I underestimated her once. I won’t be afforded another mistake. Our next move must be certain.