Alas, the UNSC, vanquished these many months, lies broken, its remnants scatter’d, hunted, and undone! By mine own hand, Spartan, was this wrought—yet I confess, the deed was no arduous trial. Ever are we, the Banished, one stride ahead, unyielding! The Ring, that sacred circle, bends now to our will, and soon the Auditorium shall bow likewise. The Harbinger and I, bound by shared purpose, strive as one to honor Atriox’s unyielding decree!
Yet, in this triumph, my soul grows heavy, weary of unchallenged dominion. Without a foe worthy of my steel, I wander, lost, alone. But lo, thou stand’st before me now, Spartan! This shall be my final fray, a clash to test the legends of old! Our tale, etched in blood and fire, shall echo beyond our mortal spans. Kindle the flame within thy heart, bare thy warrior’s fangs, and meet me in battle’s fierce embrace! Fight with valor, and if fate decrees, die nobly!