Destiny fans can find an update on a familiar former villain hidden away within Destiny 2’s new Season of Dawn update.
The fresh lore has been datamined from an exotic ship, the Amnestia-S2, which is due to go on sale via Destiny’s premium currency Eververse store. Or or you can just read about it below.
(Oh, and if I’ve you’ve not played Destiny 2’s 2018 expansion Forsaken yet for some reason, then beware spoilers for that.)
The Queen’s brother Prince Uldren Sov – AKA the emo bloke who killed Cayde – is back from the dead. We knew that, of course, from a brief cutscene late last year. Now, we know what he’s been up to since.
After getting shot in the head to avenge the fallen Cayde, Uldren was revived as a Guardian by a cheerful Ghost named Pulled Pork.
In Destiny lore, when a Guardian is brought back from the dead in this way, they retain no memory of their former life. And so Uldren woke up with no record of his heritage, or knowledge of what he’s done.
Since then, he’s encountered other Guardians – and he’s not been given a warm welcome.
Uldren now lives in an unnamed location (perhaps, the Reef’s Tangled Shore?) in a rusted shipping container, far away from others if he can help it.
“Other Guardians are an unpredictable source of pain and confusion,” the lore tab states, “and they see him the same way. Some react to him with outright hostility. Others are overcome by some personal and unexplained grief. He doesn’t know why.”
There’s more than a hint of pity for this new Uldren and his current state of affairs – especially as Pulled Pork tells him it is now the Dawning, Destiny’s own version of Christmas. But can Guardians (in-game characters and in real life players) ever forgive him? Is this the start of his redemption arc?
Here’s an excerpt of the lore tab, or you can read the full text here.
“Did you know,” his Ghost says, bright but gentle. The purple glint of his shell reflects the half-light outside the crate. “That in the Last City, they are celebrating? They call it the Dawning. It is a celebration of friendship and hope and warmth.”
The Guardian keeps his eyes closed and forces down his bitterness. The silence lingers between them, heavy and filled with unsaid things, until his Ghost gently bumps his shoulder. “To feel good, they say to each other: Happy Dawning.”
Still, the Guardian says nothing, and his own silence makes him sick with himself. His Ghost has never doubted him. Never doubted anyone, really. He is a well of relentless optimism. And as infuriating as that is, it’s also heartbreaking, and comforting, and a relief. The Guardian is not going to be the one to disappoint him.
There’s been too much disappointment in this life already.
“Happy Dawning,” he says.