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“That’s new,” Johnson said, sweeping left. “What scares a Grunt more than us?”

But as they pushed into the Temple complex, things went wrong. The Covenant weren’t just defending—they were retreating from something else. Grunts scrambled past the Chief, squealing in panic, not even firing. halo the master chief collection halo 2 anniversary

Across the drop bay, the Master Chief stood motionless. Cortana’s light pulsed softly at his helmet’s temple. To a rookie, he’d look like a statue. Johnson knew better. The Chief was counting down the seconds until impact, calibrating every servo in his MJOLNIR armor to the uneven terrain below. “That’s new,” Johnson said, sweeping left

Johnson ejected the spent shell. “Call it maintenance. Now let’s find the real Prophet before this ring decides to reboot itself.” Grunts scrambled past the Chief, squealing in panic,

Johnson fired his shotgun into the terminal. The screen cracked, and the overlapping timelines shattered. The glitched Elite gave one final, silent howl—and dissolved into a clean, modern ragdoll.

The Chief didn’t reply. He just kept walking, rifle up, into the beautifully remastered dark.