Heart of Crota (Grimoire Card)

Heart of Crota (Grimoire Card)
Information
Category	Enemies
Subcategory	Exalted Hive
Acquired by	Defeating Heart of Crota
Grimoire Score	10
Stats Tracked	Kills, Deaths
Quote	“It’s not the first and surely is not the last. But until the last Heart stops, their hate will spread endlessly across the black."
Description	Eris: Record this. The Heart of Crota. It is her blood that feeds their fury. I thought Omar dead until I heard his screams. I followed them down, to the darkest night of the caverns below. What I saw—I witnessed all we fear—the villainy of the Hive on full display. Among a sea of cocoons, and surrounded by thousands more freshly spawned hordes, the Heart held Omar’s broken body in a vice of bone and pain. She was peeling the Light from his body. How? I can’t imagine, and I have tried. Tendrils of luminance tore away like flesh. With every strand Omar’s scream cut the dark and was met with a chittering chorus from the unborn. I can’t say if they were feeding off the Light itself, or the pain, but my guess is both—somehow, both. The Heart, though I can’t believe she actually has one, seemed to be conducting some nightmare orchestra, nurturing Crota’s children, with the echoes of Agah’s Light. The Hive must end for all they had done, and some day, by my hand or another’s, the Heart will meet with an end fitting of the pain she, herself, has dealt.

Heart of Crota is a Grimoire Card in the Enemies category and Exalted Hive subcategory. It can be obtained by killing Heart of Crota.

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Heart of Crota (Grimoire Card)

Information
Category	Enemies
Subcategory	Exalted Hive
Acquired by	Defeating Heart of Crota
Grimoire Score	10
Stats Tracked	Kills, Deaths
Quote	“It’s not the first and surely is not the last. But until the last Heart stops, their hate will spread endlessly across the black."
Description	Eris: Record this. The Heart of Crota. It is her blood that feeds their fury. I thought Omar dead until I heard his screams. I followed them down, to the darkest night of the caverns below. What I saw—I witnessed all we fear—the villainy of the Hive on full display. Among a sea of cocoons, and surrounded by thousands more freshly spawned hordes, the Heart held Omar’s broken body in a vice of bone and pain. She was peeling the Light from his body. How? I can’t imagine, and I have tried. Tendrils of luminance tore away like flesh. With every strand Omar’s scream cut the dark and was met with a chittering chorus from the unborn. I can’t say if they were feeding off the Light itself, or the pain, but my guess is both—somehow, both. The Heart, though I can’t believe she actually has one, seemed to be conducting some nightmare orchestra, nurturing Crota’s children, with the echoes of Agah’s Light. The Hive must end for all they had done, and some day, by my hand or another’s, the Heart will meet with an end fitting of the pain she, herself, has dealt.