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The ArkA warm wind swept up through the valley, bringing forth a fresh smell of blood. Iema Zykur, once a Sangheili Councilor, stood clad in the same armor worn on the day the Schism began. A change for a newly revived Ascetic helm was the one difference as the pearlescent white reflected the dessert landscape around her.
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As she scanned her surroundings, Iema shifted her attention to a downed Jiralhanae phantom. The desert was quiet, but that could always, and had always been deceiving. She activated her Active Camouflage and quietly scouted the area, keeping a finger on her Carbines trigger as she went. After she was semi-sure that there werent any enemies around, Iema carefully stepped over broken pieces of the phantom. No sign of any Unggoy or Jiralhanae were in the phantom, alive that is. A few Unggoy lay sprawled out over the ground in a puddle of blood, evidently killed by the impact. After checking the outside area one more time, she deactivated her camo and stepped inside