In reality, the rings wipe out all life in the galaxy to starve the Flood of its food source. The Prophet of Truth wanted to fire ‘em to begin what the Covenant called ‘the Great Journey.’ Those Covie bastards were convinced it was their passage into divinity. The Covenant landed their ugly asses on Earth, sent all their forces to Kenya where their ships uncovered some ancient portal that led to a place called the Ark, the foundry of those damn Halo rings. Instead, we said, “Please, God, don’t let me die today.” Victory had been totally phased out of our vocabulary.
Over the last twenty-seven years, we had to come to terms with the idea that humanity could only hope to survive this war in a best-case scenario. From the still in-progress autobiography of Marcus P.
