London was burning. London was falling. This is the end. Darius was breathing heavily, out of breath he reached for his weapon. The Avenger rifle was red-hot, he barely had any thermal clips left. To his left, a turian was firing his Phaeston outside toward a group of husks attack the Mako. The company was being swarmed by Reapers. He could hear his men being torn to shreds. The unearthly sounds of bone being crushed and flesh being ripped made Darius want to throw up. But he remembered his duty, what he had to do. “Turian! What’s our situation?” Darius called out. All he heard was silence.