A Part Of Wei Ning's Short Story: The Hiver

I told him I didn't want to be a part of Wei Ning's foolery. Although I respected her, she was reckless, even for a titan. Looking it over, the plan was solid on paper, however, there were far too many variables left unaccounted for. Obviously, no respectable warlock had helped plan it, there was very little information on the enemy and it called for brute strength rather than complex strategy or stealth. Regardless, I accompanied him, he wanted it so badly and I loved him more than anything else in this world.

The Hive, a mysterious race of insect-like mages. Guardians overall experienced few issues with them, they had never strayed away from the moon seemingly consumed by their own work. The ritual taking place within that moon always remained a mystery, something I was curious, yet afraid, to uncover. Looking up each night to see the intricate tunnels and temples carved into the surface sent chills down my spine, and conveyed a feeling of trepidation. Despite that, we lived in relative peace with The Hive for centuries, that is until the Titan, Dredgen Yor became corrupted. …show more content…
Similarly, Vincent found himself absorbed in the Crucible, where he worked to refine his talents as a Gunslinger. Alternatively, I made my way to the archives in the Warlock tower and attempted to consume as much information on the Hive as possible, unfortunately, Toland The Shattered composed virtually all of the previous information found in the archive. Furthermore, when the Speaker banished him many years ago, Toland removed all evidence of his research. Unfortunately, I found myself without acquiring any new data concerning The