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Rtas withdrew the blade in a single, fluid motion. The Brute collapsed, and the only sound was the drip of black blood onto ancient stone.

“Ghosts only, Shipmaster. And one artifact secured.” longsword halo

In the obsidian silence of High Charity’s ruined穹顶, a lone Sangheili named Rtas ‘Vadamum knelt before a shattered luminary. His clan’s keep on the edge of Sanghelios had fallen to the Jiralhanae months ago, but that was not why his mandibles trembled with cold fury. In his hands, he held not a plasma rifle or an energy sword, but a longsword—not the titanium-alloy blade of human aerospace fighters, but a true sword: a meter and a half of folded nanolaminate steel, its edge shimmering with a faint, stolen shimmer of Forerunner alloy. Rtas withdrew the blade in a single, fluid motion

He wiped the sword clean on the Brute’s cloak, then raised it toward the broken halo ring visible through the穹顶’s fractured window. The ring’s blue light caught the blade’s edge, making it hum—a sound like a question. And one artifact secured