The Sixth Age of Doubt was over, and the Seventh Age of Reclamation had begun. The new Hierarchs had taken their place. But seeds, even dead ones, cannot be sown without consequences. And doubt would forever live in the heart of SpecOps Commander Sesa ‘Refumee. He could not deny his eyes, nor his ears. The discovery of the Forerunner station should have been a momentous occasion. But for ‘Refumee, it would only seal his fate. Gora, a veteran officer, stood awkwardly in front of Sesa. “What do you mean, they’re all gone?” Gora watch Sesa expectantly, awaiting his judgment. * * * "Yes, sir."