Solstice Gloves (Resplendent)
Legendary Warlock
Complete strikes with at least one clanmate.
Item stats
Armor Perks
Restorative Warlock Armor

Improved recovery.

Plasteel Reinforcement Mod

Increased resilience.

Armor Mods
Empty Mod Socket

No mod currently selected.

Masterwork Upgrade

This armor can be upgraded into a Masterwork with one of the options below.

Armor Cosmetics
Default Ornament

Restores your armor to its default appearance.

Default Shader

Restores your gear to its default colors.

No Armor Glow

Removes armor glow effects and restores the item's default appearance.

Pain. Just… just pain. The word banged around his skull, crept down his body, echoed through his bones. There'd been a time before the pain, but Kalumet Ziv couldn't remember it now. He leaned harder into Aiza-3, who nearly buckled at the unexpected weight shift. She steadied herself quickly, and they carried on. "Do you need help up there?" From behind them, Ivola's footfalls were uneven, owing to the hole in his right thigh. Ziv wasn't sure he could help if he wanted to. Aiza must have felt the same way. "No, just had to readjust." They continued in exhausted silence toward the extraction point, staying among the rubble as far from the road as they dared get. They'd traveled this way for hours—the only survivors of a Cabal ambush—and had covered almost no ground. Far in the distance, a familiar sound—vehicles. Several of them. A Cabal convoy appeared over a far-off ridge, and the last granules of hope Ziv had been hoarding away left him. They had no chance like this. Not if he stayed with them. He let go of Aiza and slid to the ground. The Exo reached down and grabbed his arm. "You have to try, Ziv. We can't stop here. Not now." He twisted out of her grasp. "YOU can't." Understanding, Ivola shook his head. Looked about to speak. Ziv interrupted. "I can buy you time." Aiza and Ivola looked at each other. Back at the convoy. They knew he was right. A brief goodbye, an embrace, and they were gone, ducking behind debris and rubble at already twice the speed. Crawling closer to the road, pain screaming through each movement, he waited for the others to be far enough that he could draw the Cabal past them. From there in the dirt, he shouldered his rifle and started shooting.