The Time-Worn Spire is back in Destiny 2 as part of Iron Banner in Season of the Chosen. This is a rapid-fire pulse rifle that packs a punch and has a decent perk pool which makes this one viable for PVP and PVE content. Today I am going to have a look at the weapon stats, the god rolls for PVE and PVP plus how to get The Time-Worn Spire in Destiny 2.
The Time-Worn Spire is a Legendary Kinetic Pulse Rifle with a Rapid-Fire Frame – Deeper ammo reserves. Slightly faster reload when the magazine is empty. This is a returning weapon from Destiny 2 Year 1, but this time it’s got random rolls. Looking at the stats we have Impact 23, Range 33, Stability 54, Handling 33, Reload Speed 37, Rounds Per Minute 540 and Magazine 37.
The Time-Worn Spire Perks and God Rolls
For PVE Feeding Frenzy and Rampage would be a decent roll, and it’s the most popular out there in the community right now with this weapon. Feeding Frenzy gives you increased reload speed based on the number of rapid kills you get with it. Rampage gives you an increase in damage which stacks up to three times. Subsistence and One for All would be another good roll to look out for related to PVE content. One for all is a new perk where hitting three separate targets increases the damage for a moderate duration.
For PVP Quickdraw and Iron Grip would be a decent roll. Iron Grip is an Iron Banner exclusive perk that massively improves stability at the cost of reload speed. Moving Target and Vorpal Weapon would also be a decent PVP roll.
How to get The Time-Worn Spire
To get The Time-Worn Spire you’ll need to run some Iron Banner. This is a reward from the main Iron Banner quest this season called Saladin’s Gauntlet. At the end of Step 4 in the quest, you’ll get a drop of the weapon. However, you’ll also get drops throughout Iron Banner at the end of matches or when you hand in tokens. In previous seasons I haven’t seen this so much, but this season I seem to be getting more weapon drops throughout Iron Banner.
The Time-Worn Spire Lore
Forged in honor of Silimar, and persistence in the face of impossible odds.
A cold wind whipped Lord Saladin’s cloak as he reached the bottom of the stairwell and entered a small courtyard carved in the side of the Wall. The orange glow of the Last City poured through the arched windows, washing over the room’s contents: leafy ferns, decorative pillars, a dried-up tiled fountain; and Commander Zavala, seated at a small metal table against a wall. Saladin approached his former apprentice.
“Wouldn’t your office be more comfortable?” the Iron Lord asked.
Zavala smiled faintly. “A different field for a different kind of battle.”
Saladin took a seat at the table. “Quaint.”
Zavala grabbed a woven blanket from his lap and offered it to his mentor.
“Wolves wear their own coats,” Saladin said.
Zavala smiled and tucked the cover under his chair, turning his attention to the lacquered wooden board in front of him. Etched lines formed a grid on its surface, and a pile of white and black oblate stones rested nearby. “Shall we?”
Saladin picked up a stone and placed it on the board. Zavala followed with his own move, and the game was on. They sat silently as pieces continued to be set and removed. The board became crowded. Saladin held on his next turn, methodically scanning for options. He eventually grunted and waved in resignation.
“I’m surprised you still invited me,” Saladin said, breaking their silence.
Zavala hesitated before he answered, fidgeting with a stone. “Your dissension on Caiatl has been frustrating, I will admit.”
“You were expecting an Iron Lord to remain silent?” Saladin asked.
Zavala sighed. “I was hoping an old friend would respect my position.”
“Titles are implements,” Saladin said. “What earns respect is how you use them.”
Zavala smiled. “And how should I use mine?”
“To meet Caiatl head-on, and cut her down,” Saladin said. “A decisive action for a decisive victory.”
“You desire another full-scale war with the Cabal? To chase them through the black gulfs?” Zavala asked. “How many will die on this crusade of yours? And what will you leave behind?”
Saladin chuckled sardonically. “Still finding excuses to avoid the hard choices. Every victory requires sacrifices.”
“You would wear those sacrifices as accolades, but I see them for what they are,” Zavala said firmly. “Consequences of my failure.”
“It’s easy to judge from your plush command center,” Saladin growled as his demeanor soured. “But someday soon, you’ll find yourself in a position with no easy way out. No victory on the horizon, no clever escapes. Nothing but a disaster and a choice of who pays the price.”
“There are more currencies in war than the body count,” Zavala said gravely.
Saladin looked out at the glimmering lights of the Last City. “Maybe so, but you don’t always get to choose. Sometimes the exchange is decided for you. Sometimes you’re stuck on the other side of the door while your friends burn.”
Zavala saw pain in the furrowed creases of the Iron Lord’s face. “I’ve lost people as well.”
“Not nearly as many as you will,” Saladin answered.
Zavala sighed and placed his arms behind his back. “I am sorry I have been such a disappointment to you.”
Saladin shook his head and stood from the table. “You’ve exceeded all my hopes, Zavala. But you are still not what you could be, and not what we need.”
Zavala stood as well. “Be that as it may, I am still your commander, and what I need is your obedience.”
Saladin smirked. “You know better than to try to tame a wolf, old friend.”
Zavala stood, unmoving, and held his gaze on the Iron Lord.
Saladin sighed. “We both oppose Caiatl’s terms. That should be enough.” He turned to leave, but the commander placed a hand on his shoulder.
“It is good to see you outside the confines of duty,” Zavala said. Saladin nodded, then paced away.
Zavala sat again at the table, studying the result of the game as the Iron Lord’s footsteps faded.
Let me know down in the comments what you think of the Time-Worn Spire and Iron Banner this season.