You’ve done well, Auryx. Can you feel the growth of your worm? Can you feel your will beginning to warp mere law?
At times we detect sadness in you. Understand, long-thinker, that you enact a sacred and majestic task. Existence is the struggle to exist. Only by playing that game to its final, unconditional victory can we complete the universe. Your war is divine work.
We are free from Fundament’s core, and Savathûn’s cutters are ready to fly. With Xivu Arath victorious, we have opened a wound at Kaharn — a wound leading to geostationary orbit. Behold: we are faithful to our covenant.
We have no future on Fundament. But her moons will make fine habitats. Let us rise.