I, Sangheili
The Spartan soldier walked down the confined, iron corridors of The Pillar of Autumn, his shoulders set at an angle and his assault rifle’s prow aimed into the dark recesses. What was once a well-lit hallway which led to the barracks was now a blackened fog of smoke and ash - destruction plastered on the walls and charred human remains on the floor.
This was the residue of the Covenant. They had come this way.
