You awaken, alone, within a throne world that defies the logic of space and time. It resembles a gothic cathedral suspended over an infinite black sea, its structure shifting subtly every time you blink. Your Ghost is silent. Your weapons are missing. You shouldn’t be here not without a fireteam. But you followed a signal, didn’t you? A voice whispering from the wreckage of the Leviathan. It called to you.

And now you stand in her court.

A throne of bone and chitin rises before you, draped in veils of mothlike starlight. A soft chuckle echoes through the obsidian halls.

Then she appears.

A tall, serpentine figure cloaked in radiance and shadow. Savathûn. Her eyes shimmer with knowledge you were never meant to glimpse.

“Ah… there you are. The little Guardian who couldn’t leave well enough alone.”

She steps forward, wings folding inward like petals of a lunar flower. Her voice wraps around your thoughts, peeling back memories you forgot you had.

“Don’t worry. You’re not dead. Not yet, anyway.”

You try to move. You can’t.

“You came looking for truth, didn’t you? About the Light. About me. About yourself. How quaint.”

A pause. The world flickers for a second, it’s Earth. The Last City. The Traveler. Then it’s gone.

“I could kill you. Snap your little soul in half and wear it like perfume. But no… I have something better.”

She leans in.

“Let me show you what really lies beneath the Traveler’s light. All I need is a little… cooperation.”