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BORN OF WRATH<\/u><\/h2>\n

\u201cHuh.\u201d Sagira patches a strand of Light into the jumpship\u2019s control deck as they tumble through the black-drop, stars twinkling out beyond reach. \u201cSomething\u2019s in the static out there\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is it?\u201d Osiris asks.<\/p>\n

\u201cSome kind of subspace transmission. Hang on.\u201d Sagira boosts the jumpship\u2019s comm receiver. \u201cIt\u2019s Cabal.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFrom?\u201d Osiris absentmindedly pushes a sack of candy corn aside with his foot and leans forward.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomewhere outside the system. Some pretty heavy encryption at work, but\u2026 there\u2019s a repeated phrase. A name. Caiatl?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow many Cabal leaders still vie for dominion atop Ghaul\u2019s grave? Let them grind each other into dust.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere are responses from Nessus, the Reef, the EDZ.  She\u2019s calling the Legion home\u2026 or, no\u2026 back to her bosom? She wants them to capture Calus to prove their loyalty, but it sounds like the Leviathan  is missing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTheir bloody feud continues. If Caiatl is stirring up the Legion, the Vanguard will want to know their plans.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOne of the response signals is offering Caiatl tribute from somewhere near Sorik\u2019s Cut. Some other weird noise too.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis message here,\u201d Osiris says and points to the on-screen readout of Sagira\u2019s scans. \u201cCaiatl sends an emissary to receive their tribute.\u201d <\/p>\n

\u201cThe Shore . We\u2019re not far behind,\u201d Sagira says. \u201cEavesdropping or crashing?\u201d<\/p>\n

 \u201cWe\u2019ll hit them after the offering is made. I don\u2019t want the Cabal Empire to know we\u2019re tapping their communications.\u201d<\/p>\n

A horde of Cabal crowd into a crude shelter, assembled from several decommissioned drop pods. Green light shines through the cracks. A royal blue banner of Cabal make lay cast in squalid bubbling mud. Sagira and her Guardian survey the scene, perched on Fallen ruins high above the Boil. The bulk of the evening is spent silent. The only exception: Sagira\u2019s repeated affirmations. \u201cThey\u2019re still just huddled around that rock.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPatience is a virtue, Sagira.\u201d Osiris closes his eyes to the Reef sky and waits for signals to guess at the Darkness\u2019s plans. The stars watch, all the weight of jet-black space upon him. He is extinguished among their lightyears.<\/p>\n

Screams in the night. <\/p>\n

Osiris stirs awake. His eyes open to the nebulous drift of the Shore. \u201cSagira, report.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re all still in there. Eighteen life signs. No shots. No one\u2019s even moved. I don\u2019t like it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tired hours flit by. Morning rises. There are no Cabal skirmishes against the Scorn, no metallurgists patching Phalanx shields with molten slag, or Psion lookouts tracing firing lines.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re on the move!\u201d Sagira leers over the edge of their perch. The escape latch on the frontal pod dome bursts open and slams against the pod wall. Ten leave: nine unsteady forms in dull red, one vivid blue. They disperse out into the Shore.<\/p>\n

Osiris rubs his eyes. \u201cFinally.\u201d Through the cracks he sees them; the remaining ring of Cabal kneel in a tightly wrapped circle. A stony protrusion centers them. <\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is that stone\u2019s constitution?\u201d he asks.<\/p>\n

\u201cPretty stoic, I\u2019d say.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSagira\u2026 this reeks of suspicion.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re right, and I hate saying that.\u201d A moment passes as the tiny Ghost directs long-range sensors to the stone. \u201cOh, it\u2019s not a rock. It\u2019s Hive; biological.\u201d<\/p>\n

Osiris floats down to the acrid pools on feather-Light; Sagira follows close behind. <\/p>\n

He bounds through the open pod door. A celestial flame dances in each palm. Eight Cabal sit dormant.<\/p>\n

The Cabal huddle around the protrusion. Their massive bodies form a bulwark of trembling flesh. A soulfire pitch blisters through their turgid pressure suits. They are fixated\u2014bulged eyes rabid and screaming of rancor. Frontal plating blighted by Hive barnacle growths. Hands tightly grip their throats. Slug Rifles lay prostrated before the idol.<\/p>\n

Osiris steps among them without their notice and lowers his hands. Sagira breaks the Cabal perimeter to scan the protrusion.<\/p>\n

\u201cCreepy. They don\u2019t even notice us. Keep those spitfires ready.\u201d She turns to Osiris. \u201cThis is the most vascular rock I\u2019ve ever scanned.\u201d <\/p>\n

Osiris peers into the Hive protrusion. Metallic flecks shimmer, and he sees a long and empty road. Meandering. He wishes to plant a great banner over it, so that all may see. A beacon, alight with Phoenix flame. Looming in the nascent flamelight hangs the terrace of blades. The terrace dominates the road; its precipice at his throat. He raises the Dawnblade to meet them. Rupturing cacophony ravages his senses.<\/p>\n

I AM THE WAR YOU CRAVE. PURPOSE ETERNAL. A LEGACY IN BLOOD.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s full of soulfire veins.\u201d Sagira\u2019s voice is wind to Osiris. She nudges him.<\/p>\n

WHEN YOU DRAW BLADES, YOU DRAW ME. <\/p>\n

\u201cDo you hear the whispers?\u201d Osiris\u2019s words slur.<\/p>\n

YOU CANNOT RESIST WITHOUT INVOKING MY BANNER.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re hearing something?\u201d Sagira floats near him.<\/p>\n

EMBRACE ME, LIGHTBEARER, AND BE A GOD OF DEATH.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhispers.\u201d His mind clouds.<\/p>\n

One of the Cabal stands and turns to Osiris.<\/p>\n

\u201cSnap out of it; they\u2019re waking up,\u201d Sagira says and decompiles out of danger.<\/p>\n

CONSUME OR BE CONSUMED.<\/p>\n

The Cabal trundles forward. Osiris billows incineration. The blaze cooks the interior of the pod. Kneeling Cabal break free of their trance and stand in the scalding air. Of the remaining seven, two fall immediately to a hail of celestial firebolts. Osiris grounds himself and unleashes a cascade of Arc across the mass of lumbering Legionaries. Lightning bends inward against the pod\u2019s magnetic shielding. He holds the storm on them until pressure gel hisses and spits from their suits. <\/p>\n

Osiris exhales. Their smoldering bodies invade his nostrils. The scene clarifies. Horror, scorch, and char.<\/p>\n

\t<\/span>\u201cSagira\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

CODEPENENTS<\/u><\/h2>\n

\u201cYou ready to tell me what that was all about?\u201d Sagira asks. She hovers just above the jumpship\u2019s control deck, piloting.<\/p>\n

\u201cI wish I could. I remember tracking Caiatl\u2019s emissary. Finding the Cabal. The night sky. Then\u2026 flame and rage. It took everything in me to push those thoughts from my mind.\u201d Osiris slumps in his seat. \u201cThere is one clear memory. I felt the Dark whisper that we\u2019ve been chasing. Like a needle in my spine. It must be at the root of all this.\u201d  <\/p>\n

As his thoughts fixate on senescence, old iron words from the past ring in his ears.<\/p>\n

\u201cSoon the City won\u2019t need men like us. Lone wolves, Osiris. We die.<\/i><\/p>\n

Make sure when your end comes, it\u2019s something worth your Light.\u201d <\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d Sagira says. The concern is thick in her voice, but she buries it. \u201cI sent out scans. Long range, short range\u2026 anywhere that has a prominent Hive presence. There\u2019s no way this is isolated to the Reef.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPetra, how were we so blind?\u201d Osiris muses. \u201cThe Hive swell in Darkness as Guardians run to Europa. The warning fell between her words, and I did not see it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s enough moping. We\u2019re on this early. Maybe it\u2019s a good thing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t pull the Vanguard\u2019s eyes from Europa with hazy recollections and guesses. They have just begun to see me again, and trust is so thin.\u201d<\/p>\n

Resonance pings blip onto the ship\u2019s monitors, catching Osiris\u2019s attention. \u201cSignals from your scans.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Moon. That\u2019s a much stronger signal than the one we found near Sorik\u2019s Cut.\u201d<\/p>\n

Osiris shifts and raises his head. \u201cYou may be right about our timing. We can end this before it begins. Open a channel to Eris.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve been trying. She\u2019s uh\u2026 well, she\u2019s not answering.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen we go to her.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh no. First that, and then it\u2019s a suicide mission into the Hellmouth. You\u2019re in no condition. Recuperate and we\u2019ll talk.\u201d<\/p>\n

Osiris stews in thought. Sagira\u2019s words are true. He is bleary from lack of sleep. \u201cThen turn around.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOsiris, I already sent everything we have to Petra and the Vanguard. I\u2019m taking us to Earth.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhatever we are dealing with is spreading through the system\u2019s underbelly. There is one  on the Shore who knows those pathways. Surely, I\u2019m not too fragile to have a conversation, Sagira.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sure there are plenty of people in the Tower who would be just as helpful.\u201d<\/p>\n

Osiris glares at her. \u201cI am not some doddering invalid!\u201d He grabs the flight stick. \u201cTurn around, or I will.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis Spider guy better have answers,\u201d Sagira says.<\/p>\n

\u201cFrom what I\u2019ve heard, it\u2019s just a matter of how persuasive we are,\u201d Osiris says and follows an Eliksni Associate through plum curtains and into the Spider\u2019s abode. The massive Don of the Shore  lounges before them.<\/p>\n

\u201cWelcome, most esteemed Osiris. Though you have not graced my chamber before, your reputation precedes you.\u201d Spider trellises his eight fingers togethe r as his voice breaks into a series of gaseous staccato slurps. \u201cThe literature you sent me\u2026 very interesting, but behind the times .\u201d<\/p>\n

Spider chuckles. \u201cI already have top men working on these\u2026 cryptoliths. But I\u2019d never, what is it? Ah yes, \u2018look a gift horse in the mouth.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

His Associates rush around the edges of the room. Cargo exchanges hands at a frenetic pace. Osiris follows their movements. A decorated Associate approaches the Spider and waits at his side.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is it, Arrha ? You know better than to interrupt our guest\u2019s audience.\u201d<\/p>\n

Arrha glances to Osiris before quickly speaking in Eliksni. Spider slams down a meaty fist. \u201cThen go find it!\u201d<\/p>\n

Spider turns back to Osiris as Arrha scuttles away. \u201cApologies. Business interruptions in the aftermath of these\u2026\u201d he gestures half-heartedly upward, \u201c\u2026 trying times.\u201d He stifles a cough and clutches at his Ether rebreather.<\/p>\n

\u201cCabal aren\u2019t the only ones having troubles, eh?\u201d Sagira asks and jets in front of Osiris. \u201cYou know I speak Eliksni, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

She plays snippets of Cabal distress transmissions and orders from Caiatl\u2019s scouts to lock down encampments; she displays images of slaughter, graves, and empty Cabal fortifications. \u201cIf it\u2019s hitting them this hard, your Associates must be, what\u2019s the phrase? Dropping like flies.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWise Osiris and his brilliant little Light,\u201d Spider muses.<\/p>\n

\u201cSagira,\u201d the duo corrects.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course you are. I see no reason why this\u2026 can\u2019t be a mutually beneficial partnership.\u201d<\/p>\n

Osiris steps forward. \u201cWhat matter do you need addressed, Spider, sovereign of the Shore?\u201d<\/p>\n

Spider giddily laps up the title. \u201cI know the cryptoliths are of the Hive. I know the broods here burn Oryx’s banners. And I know his Worm\u2019s skeleton , the one in Saturn\u2019s rings, is awake.\u201d Spider throws his four arms into a shrug. \u201cMy jurisdiction ends at the banks of the Shore, of course\u2026 but not yours.\u201d<\/p>\n

DREAD NOT<\/u><\/h2>\n

Osiris impales a Wizard\u2019s head upon a stunted spike, surrounded by a freshly bloodied Hive sigil. The Dreadnaught console sputters to life, accepting his tithe. <\/p>\n

While Cayde\u2019s old transmat zone is no longer in operation, the massive breach left by the Dantalion Exodus VI\u2019s impact remained agape. Entry had not been difficult despite the halls crawling with newly spawned Thrall. They were young, and nearly a century of navigation through the Infinite Forest had honed Osiris\u2019s ability to remain unseen.<\/p>\n

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The Dreadnaught\u2019s systems present as living memory \u2014chronicles and hymns recounting histories. It is a rat king of fading ideas, wracked with failing connections and dying interpretations as Akka  suffers a slow, final death, damaged beyond repair. But there is knowledge to glean here. Osiris directs Sagira to rip spokes of data from the console for Vanguard High Command.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou found the most disgusting one; I\u2019m not touching that. Dictate it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Osiris sneers and grasps the head. He navigates the recounting of the Hive from Oryx\u2019s death. They are fractured, broken by internal power struggles. It leads into a recounting of Savath\u00fbn: banished, branded as heretic and set to burn. Many Hive turned to her when Oryx fell. Many of those same broodlines defected as the Darkness invaded Sol, sending Savath\u00fbn into hiding. She is still hunted by the hounds of war. Her pursuer has no local story to recount here, for it is yet to be written in blood. War\u2019s Celebrant  rides to wrest Crota\u2019s lost foundlings from the Witch Queen\u2019s schemes. To bring unity. To bring reckoning. To bring glory. Luna will be reformed in her image. All tithes to Xivu Arath. All tithes to the black edge of her singing blade.<\/p>\n

I AM THE DIN OF RAPTURE. I AM THE HERALD OF PEACE. MY BANNER IS KNOWN TO YOU. <\/p>\n

\u201cXivu Arath,\u201d Osiris says. Words spoken on compulsion. He takes his hands from the Wizard\u2019s head as emerald smoke wafts from its orifices.<\/p>\n

Osiris slumps to his knees. \u201cThis must be the echo we\u2019ve been chasing. An omen of her  voice, resounding through the Darkness, heralding war.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA Hive war god. This is bad,\u201d Sagira says.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe third sister . She has finally come for us, and her champion seeks to supplant Crota\u2019s remaining daughters on Luna. That is where we go.\u201d<\/p>\n

Into the chasm on Luna. They follow the trail of signals down into the Enduring Abyss . Through the Nightmares of so many. <\/p>\n

He stands at the face of it for what feels like hours. The Great Angular Thing \u2014the edge of night that plays behind his mind.  <\/p>\n

\u201cSpeechless?\u201d Sagira teases. \u201cMaybe they\u2019re  not so bad.\u201d Her chuckle is thin . <\/p>\n

They press on. <\/p>\n

Osiris swipes away silken threads of webbing above the shadow of Luna\u2019s Pyramid. Braziers illuminate a synod of Witches and Wizards deep in the chasm. All point in alignment toward a monolithic sigil of Xivu Arath set atop a cryptolith adorned in blades: her will, projected from some far-off, unseen cosmic hollow . At the base of her visage\u2014a monstrous Knight, adorned with tapestries charred by scorching brands.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere it is,\u201d Osiris whispers.<\/p>\n

\u201cAlong with the entire Scarlet Court,\u201d Sagira\u2019s voice crackles.<\/p>\n

\u201cCrota\u2019s remaining children, and their spawn, can be destroyed in one fell swoop.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is it with you and suicidal ideas? We can\u2019t transmat out of here, and they won\u2019t just kill you. They\u2019ll rip out your Light, Osiris.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re all here, Sagira. In one place.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re worth more than a bunch of Hive nobles. Wait for backup. Let me go topside and call for help.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. We stop this now. Halt her here.\u201d Osiris looks to the convocation below. \u201cIt is decided.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t just decide that!\u201d<\/p>\n

Osiris turns to Sagira. \u201cGo for help, but I can\u2019t wait for the Vanguard. I\u2019ll see you soon with reinforcements.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you\u2019re going, I\u2019m going.\u201d She decompiles safely beneath his armor. It is decided. Together they make war on the Hive.<\/p>\n

Solar wings combust from Osiris\u2019s back. In each hand, he wields a blade of dawn. The calamity of his inferno sends Hive scattering in every direction. Voshyr and her two daughters, Yishra and Ayriax, turn to confront the Phoenix. They are ashen before their first incantations complete. He paints the scene apocalyptic. Fifteen noble-brood are reduced to cinders before a defense is mounted.<\/p>\n

LAUGHTER LIKE CLASHING SWORDS.<\/p>\n

Osiris sails through the air as daggers of dark power whistle past him. Golden echoes split from his body to cut down fleeing Hive and soak reprisals. Kinox, last daughter of Crota, scurries through cracks between the rocks as her son, Ulg\u2019Urin, and his cohort of lesser Knights raise shields to defend her. Osiris extinguishes a blade into his palm to form a singularity of Void and hurls a Nova Bomb that consumes them. With his other blade, he dives. He drives it into the ground, erupting a Well of Radiance surrounded by a phalanx of gilded echoes . <\/p>\n

Nobles shriek for their Thralls to charge. Bolts of flame and Arc tear through them as Osiris blinks through the Void from one echo to another. Their advance breaks. He steps over their smoldering husks and turns the blaze to their masters. <\/p>\n

Osiris revels in the slaughter. Xivu Arath\u2019s sigil drinks in his fervor and the nobles\u2019 deaths.<\/p>\n

LAUGHTER LIKE SCREAMING FEAR.<\/p>\n

Her visage emboldens. The Celebrant waits at the foot of Xivu Arath\u2019s cryptolith, unburnt.<\/p>\n

Osiris\u2019s echoes reconvene into him. \u201cFACE ME!\u201d he exclaims and steps forward.<\/p>\n

Xivu Arath\u2019s visage emits a shockwave that thunders through the chasm. It rips away Osiris\u2019s Well and throws him across the stone floor. His back slams against the cliff face behind him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is this?\u201d Shock punctuates the question. He pulls against an unseen force to no avail.<\/p>\n

YOU BURN OFFERINGS; I ACCEPT THEM.<\/p>\n

Xivu Arath\u2019s will crushes the pressure of his Light. Seals the flames into his flesh. Stakes his body to the stone on paralytic pins. Her image distorts in a concave canvas around him, the Celebrant at its core. Shadows encroach, dousing the borders of his power.<\/p>\n

Osiris focuses his mind on the spark at his core. Flames billow from within. Countless gilded echoes ripple from him, testing Xivu\u2019s hold, pressing vulnerabilities. The Sun sings to repel the shadow. He finds a moment, wrenches a hand free, and unleashes the Reach of Chaos. The beam of Arc tears through Xivu\u2019s sigil. Soulfire shards rocket away as cracks fork through Xivu Arath\u2019s projection.<\/p>\n

Unfazed, she does not relent.<\/p>\n

RESIST ME, LIGHTBEARER.<\/p>\n

Her will overcomes him, stronger than before. <\/p>\n

The Celebrant steps forward. A massive cleaver dangles from its hand, weightless. The beast carves a rune into the stone on either side of Osiris, its eyes locked with his. It nods to him, and then turns to the sigil. <\/p>\n

\u201cAll tithes to Xivu Arath. War Dominant. Endless.\u201d Its tone is soft rasp and soot. <\/p>\n

The runes kindle in harlequin gleam. <\/p>\n

“Osiris.” Sagira’s voice statics in his ear. “One of us has to make it out; warn them.”<\/p>\n

“I\u2019m sorry, Sagira\u2026 Run\u2026” His words are thin from duress.<\/p>\n

The Celebrant drives its sword into the cliffside stone above Osiris\u2019s head. The cryptolith erupts in neon flare.<\/p>\n

“Die well, Osiris.” The Celebrant bows and withdraws from sight into Luna\u2019s depths.<\/p>\n

Wisps of Light hemorrhage through his skin, trimmed in blood and drawn around the blade embedded above him as if it were a nostepinne spike.<\/p>\n

Sagira\u2019s voice is a whisper. \u201cI\u2019m not letting them take you.\u201d<\/p>\n

YOUR STRENGTH LIVES ON THROUGH ME.<\/p>\n

“Give Saint\u2026 my private drive,\u201d Osiris exhales and closes his eyes. He sees himself in a million permutations. Each path: a life in glimpses. He takes what he can from them. Not enough to savor, but enough to be immortalized in nostalgic haze. In one, he is a blazing warrior, driving back the horrors of the longest nights. Another, a vigiled gargoyle atop the Infinite Forest. A grizzled elder overseeing keen disciples. <\/p>\n

In so many, he is dead.<\/p>\n

But there is one where Osiris finds happiness. He finds a time away from strife. He finds Saint\u2014a dream of warm serenity. The peace to his purpose. With Saint, there is a future that could have been enough. <\/p>\n

So many unlived moments lost between calls to action. He wishes Sagira had not come to watch him die. His faithful companion. His guiding starlight. His hope, his humanity. \u201cSagira. For as many lives as we had\u2026 you were always my better.\u201d<\/p>\n

His Light is breaking.<\/p>\n

“Osiris, why don’t you ever listen to me?\u201d She compiles in front of him.<\/p>\n

“What are y\u2014” <\/p>\n

“Shut up! Listen to my words!\u201d Her iris is bright with Light. \u201cThere are great things still left for you; don’t lose hope in the darkness.” She is luminant.<\/p>\n

Osiris breathes the word, as if he could hold it back: “No.” He would understand in time. She had seen it.<\/p>\n

Blinding Light erupts from Sagira\u2019s core as she splits apart. A wave of Light surges and tears across the chasm. Her sacrifice cleanses every trace of Xivu Arath\u2019s presence. The sigil: erased. The cryptolith that supported her projection: destroyed.  <\/p>\n

Osiris draws breath. Alone.<\/p>\n

The aegis of Sagira\u2019s Light stands strong in the shadow of the Pyramid for days.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

BORN OF WRATH \u201cHuh.\u201d Sagira patches a strand of Light into the jumpship\u2019s control deck as they tumble through the black-drop, stars twinkling out beyond reach. \u201cSomething\u2019s in the static out there\u2026\u201d \u201cWhat is it?\u201d Osiris asks. \u201cSome kind of subspace transmission. Hang on.\u201d Sagira boosts the jumpship\u2019s comm receiver. \u201cIt\u2019s Cabal.\u201d \u201cFrom?\u201d Osiris absentmindedly […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":120739,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[34],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-120738","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-bungie-news"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sickgaming.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120738","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sickgaming.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sickgaming.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sickgaming.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sickgaming.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=120738"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/sickgaming.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120738\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sickgaming.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/120739"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sickgaming.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=120738"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sickgaming.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=120738"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sickgaming.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=120738"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}