Eris: Those screams.


Omar: And I was just starting to tune them out.


Toland: It has been told that with these screams another spawn is awakened, birthed in the name of the god it holds.


Sai: Crota.


Toland: I am afraid so. They call this one Omnigul, mother of the spawn.


Sai: How do you—? I'd rather not know.


Toland: Commands, echoed through the dark, fetid caverns—orders carried out with grinding stone and squeaking claw, skittering thrall and blade against bone.


Omar: Well, now he's on a roll.


Eriana-3: I hear them, even when I don't. I will tear this Omnigul's throat out.


Toland: If you were to do so, our work here would be done. Without a Will to raise its army and herald its ascendance, there is no Crota to fear, at least here and now.


Eris: Then we follow the screams.