The Fulcrum’s Oath

(A Guardian’s Defiance)

I reject Xivu’s War
Her throne is a pyre.

I reject Oryx’s Truth
His logic is a lie.

I reject Savathûn’s Cunning
Her bargains are chains.

I reject the Light’s mercy
It hesitates.

I reject the Dark’s hunger
It consumes.

I reject the Witness
It whispers, but I roar.

I reject the Traveler
It gives, but I choose.

I reject your Sword
Your edge dulls against my will.

I offer my Light
Not as a shield, but a beacon.

I offer my Dark
Not as a blade, but a shadow.

I offer my Glaive
Balance forged in defiance.

I offer my Rifle
Justice without dogma.

I offer my Fist
Strength unbroken.

I offer my Life
Not for a god.
Not for a throne.
For what remains.

I am Spartan-2.
Exo of Terra.
The fulcrum upon which your lies break.