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They dropped. The landing was pure chaos—a ballet of plasma bolts and jackal sniper fire. The Chief moved with terrifying efficiency. Each headshot echoed with the satisfying pop of the Anniversary ’s enhanced audio. He saw it all: the shimmer of energy shields, the glint of a Brute’s power armor, the way the ring’s alien architecture seemed to twist in high-definition horror.

The Phantom’s bay door clanked open. Hot, humid air smelling of ozone and alien pollen rushed in. Johnson stood up, racking his shotgun with a satisfying chk-chk . “Alright, people. We are going deep into the belly of the beast. Watch your fire—if it has more than two legs and isn’t wearing Marine green, turn it into confetti.” halo the master chief collection halo 2 anniversary

Johnson ejected the spent shell. “Call it maintenance. Now let’s find the real Prophet before this ring decides to reboot itself.” They dropped