[b][i]Up ahead in the service corridor, a wave of mist obscures your vision. Damaged light fixtures crackle and buzz as random showers of sparks cascade down from above, illuminating the scene with a gloomy, flickering corpse light. You see a wraith like form move before your eyes. A low, resonating voice grumbles from within the fog... "The butcher's nails reek of murder, World Eater." Says Umbra in his inhuman voice as he steps from the mist, materializing before your eyes. You see an Alpha Legion hydra across his pale plate features - the cursed power armor looking just as much organic as mechanical. Umbra regards you with cold intensity, mist flowing freely from his ghostly eyes. [/i][/b] [spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/149450321/0/0[/spoiler]