Drifter: Hey, uh… probably didn’t expect to hear from me again, huh? Bailing was a bad move. I admit it. Soon as I turned around, I picked up Sloane’s message. I thought she was gonna chew me out. She didn’t. Just told me what I needed to do next. Anyway, I’m here now, and Eris needs me. Need us. Find me on the Dreadnaught.
THE MAUSOLEUM, DREADNAUGHT, RINGS OF SATURN
The Guardian arrives in the Dreadnaught and approaches Drifter.
Drifter: Call me crazy. Hell, most already do. But I can’t shake this. I won’t. The Dreadnaught has one foot in the Ascendant Plane. Maybe… that’s how she reached out. Find her. She’s here. I should’ve known… I should’ve known. It’d take more than that.
The Guardian travels to the Founts.
THE FOUNTS, DREADNAUGHT, RINGS OF SATURN
Drifter: So I hear you got some shards of Oryx’s sword, Willbreaker. Puttin’ it back together won’t be easy. All that Taken mojo you picked up from Sloane is a good start. But jammin’ it into Crota’s hilt? That’ll take some real freaky Hive magic. Eris ain’t here, so… I’m stepping up. It ain’t the same, but I picked up a few tricks along the way. I’ll do my part, and you do you, hero.
The Guardian places the Shards in the forge.
Objective: The forge hungers for Taken wills.
The Drifter uses a Hive ritual to conjure crystallised essence.
Drifter: That’s it! Get those pieces together!
The Guardian slays Taken with the splintered Willbreaker.
Drifter: That thing’s unstable, but we can still do this. Get to the rift, and I’ll be ready.
The Guardian passes through the Ascendant Plane into the next area.
HALL OF SOULS, DREADNAUGHT, RINGS OF SATURN
Drifter: You — you are the one who wounds! You are the blade-undulled! Damn it, Toland. I… She is the… blade-unforgotten! She is the… deep-scoured, vengeance-fed deathless! I am… I’m… oh, hell, just kill something with the damn sword!
The Guardian defeats targets with the splintered Willbreaker
The Drifter: The Hive gods were conjured back by their natures. Yeah, I read the Books of Sorrow! A fella gets curious. Anyway, Eris was the God of Vengeance. So go get some!
The Guardian defeats Alphrak and Raphrax, Keepers of the Rift.
Eris Morn: Cut into the rift, Guardian! Cut the space between!
Drifter: Eris! Do it, Guardian! I’m on my way!
The Guardian cuts into space and enters the newly made portal.
NOISELESS CHANTRY, ERIS’S THRONE WORLD
Eris Morn: Guardian. Behold the vast cathedral of my soul. As Hive, I slit Savathûn’s throat. In doing so, I made an incision into the Ascendant Plane. This became a world. A throne. It will protect my essence and restore my form. Here, I am resurrected. Here, I am omnipotent.
Drifter enters through his own portal.
Eris Morn: Drifter.
Drifter: I thought you were gone, I…
Eris Morn: No. My end… was not bitter. It was sweet. This is my vindication. They were wrong. All of them. I am not sick, I am not mad. And I am no lost cause fit only for self-sacrifice. My throne… is wondrous, and eternal… as am I.
The Drifter and Eris Morn hold hands.
Drifter: Always were.
They separate and Eris turns to the Guardian.
Eris Morn: Guardian. I have not sat idle in this place. I have heard whispers through the wall… Is it true? Has the Taken King returned?
A cutscene begins.
Eris Morn: I formed my throne with the stroke of a sword… as the Hive gods did long ago. Their tribute and blood coalesced into worlds. You have seen Oryx’s throne. His Dreadnaught, his court. What he called the High War. Here, the memory of the Taken King recognises his equal. His killer. His heir. You. But his sisters will come to claim him, as brother and as instrument of power. Xivu Arath was sundered from her throne, as she was sundered from her siblings. She would retake it all and return to their path of death and conquest. While Savathûn in her High Coven, having claimed the Light, wishes to escape. Both the vows made to the worms and the lie that drove the siblings to that bargain. But their designs will be unmade. Their desires, their undoing. I name my throne the High Heresy, formed in opposition to the Hive. Here, I am heresiarch. Here, I am jailer. For my throne will be Oryx’s prison.