Cradle Descent, Echo Mesa, Io
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Eris Morn: Frenzied creatures swarm the tree once more. Do not let them keep us from the message of the Pyramids.
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Eris Morn: The servants of Savathûn fight to keep us from the messages of Darkness. Use the Seed to dispel their foul influence.
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Eris Morn: Savathûn's forces reach toward the Darkness. Use the Seed to burn them away.
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Eris Morn: Savathûn's influence over the Cradle grows. Retake the Tree of Silver Wings.
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Eris Morn: The Pyramids speak to us, but Savathûn's forces interfere. Banish them so our studies can continue.
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Eris Morn: Enemies of the Light swarm the roots of the great tree. Bring the Seed and banish them once more.
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Eris Morn: Savathûn's forces attack the Cradle. Destroy them, and use the Seed to reveal the secrets that sleep within.
The Guardian heads towards the Tree of Silver Wings.
The Cradle, Echo Mesa, Io
The Guardian enters the area with the Tree of Silver Wings and finds two Envoys of Savathûn summoning Savathûn's Witness, a huge Shrieker. Savathûn's Witness teleports away. The Guardian defeats the Envoys of Savathûn and the other Taken which appear.
The Guardian heads towards the area where Savathûn's Witness has teleported to. Another Envoy of Savathûn appears. The Guardian defeats the Envoy of Savathûn and fights against Savathûn's Witness. Savathûn's Witness teleports away again and the Guardian is teleported to the Ascendant Plane.
Court of Savathûn, Ascendant Plane, Io
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Nokris: The Taken Queen saves. Freedom for bondage.
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Nokris: The sky is vast, but shallow. The deep is boundless, but suffocating. There is another way.
Eris Morn: Nokris is but a grave-sewn puppet. Believe nothing you hear in this place, Guardian. Fight well.
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Nokris: Cast off your Worm. Your tiny bulb of sickness. Your tethered anchor that drags to the sky.
Ghost: Worm? Speak for yourself.
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Nokris: Whispered gifts are promised blades that twist. A liar's game.
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Nokris: Does Xol's clutch hold you now, as it once did me?
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Nokris: Give, and be given. Take, and be Taken.
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Nokris: An agent of violence. What more must you cull?
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Nokris: You are abandoned.
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Nokris: Is malice not enough?
An Envoy of Savathûn appears. The Guardian defeats the Envoy of Savathûn and crosses a bridge to the next area. Another Envoy of Savathûn appears, as well as a group of Hive. The Guardian defeats the Envoy of Savathûn and the Hive.
The Guardian crosses a bridge to the next area and defeats the Hive which appear. Another Envoy of Savathûn appears. The Guardian defeats the Envoy of Savathûn. A barrier blocking the entrance to the area with Savathûn's Witness disappears.
The Guardian fights against Savathûn's Witness. Several Envoys of Savathûn appear. The Guardian defeats the Envoys of Savathûn and Savathûn's Witness. The Guardian goes through a portal which teleports them back to the Tree of Silver Wings.
The Cradle, Echo Mesa, Io
The Guardian returns to Eris at the Tree of Silver Wings.
Eris Morn: Interesting. This phrasing is directed at an equal. The message here is a "gift." Something offered… in an outstretched hand.
Commander Zavala appears.
Zavala: Magnificent.
Eris Morn: Commander. To what do we owe this pleasure?
Zavala: I've been reading your reports. The Darkness's messages are…
Eris Morn: Playful?
Zavala: I was going to say "obtuse."
Eris Morn: Come have a look at the latest.
Zavala: What is it?
Eris Morn: A "gift."
Zavala: This is not what we agreed upon.
Eris Morn: I don't remember agreeing to anything.
Zavala: Hmm… You're playing a dangerous game. Good thing you're a dangerous woman. The messages you've decrypted have proved invaluable. Now we know how our enemy thinks. Tell me: what if the Pyramids intend to exploit our curiosity?
Eris Morn: We wield their gift against them.
Zavala: And if it proves unwieldy?
Eris Morn: Then it will be surrendered to the Vanguard for containment.
Zavala: Mmm. And what of the Hive?
Eris Morn: Savathûn will not confront us directly. It is not her way.
Zavala: She thinks too much of herself… and too little of others.
Eris Morn: Thank you.
Zavala: I look forward to your next report. The Drifter's are… lacking.
Commander Zavala transmats away. The Guardian accepts the gift.