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He wiped the sword clean on the Brute’s cloak, then raised it toward the broken halo ring visible through the穹顶’s fractured window. The ring’s blue light caught the blade’s edge, making it hum—a sound like a question.

The longsword did not slash. It pierced —a two-handed thrust through the gap where the Brute’s neck met his shoulder, where the armor plates hinged. The Forerunner-alloy tip sheared through muscle and bone as if through fog. The Brute’s roar became a gurgle. His hammer fell with a dull thud.

“Good,” Rtas said, stepping over the Brute’s body. “Tell the Arbiter the longsword remembers what the Covenant tried to forget. There is honor in the old ways yet.” longsword halo

It was an ancient thing, forged by the Swords of Sanghelios before the Writ of Union, before the Covenant twisted his people’s honor into a lie. The blade’s name was Nuro ‘Kvatu —Silent Truth. And it had not tasted blood in three thousand years.

“The prophets told you that humanity’s weapons were crude,” Rtas whispered to the corpse. “They lied. This is not crude. This is honest. Every kill earned. No batteries. No prayers. Just steel and will.” He wiped the sword clean on the Brute’s

“You brought a relic to a war of plasma and light, Shipmaster?” a voice crackled from the shadows.

“The Covenant is dead,” Rtas said quietly, rising. “You are its ghost. And ghosts are cut by old steel.” It pierced —a two-handed thrust through the gap

The gravity hammer swung low, intending to shatter Rtas’s knees. The Sangheili moved like smoke—not backward, but into the swing. Nuro ‘Kvatu traced a horizontal arc, not to parry, but to redirect. The nanolaminate edge caught the hammer’s haft just below the head, sliding along the spin, bleeding off kinetic force in a spray of white sparks. The Brute stumbled forward, off-balance.