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Dark stories surrounded the seas of Listehol. Forget the dangerous storms and summer heat—rumor had it there were monsters lurking in the depths, with claws that could snap a ship in half, or mouths large enough to swallow islands, or bodies as long as the ocean was deep. Sea demons, the locals...

Unknown Desert, Pakuuni Hatice chewed the inside of her cheek, beyond irritated. Despite her promotion, she’d been relegated to work on a series of mundane tasks and missions—the kind of stuff that acolytes or hired muscle were better off doing, not Sith Champions. She felt sidelined. Betrayed...

Nadya wandered the lower districts aimlessly, dressed in a dark cloak with a shawl thrown over her head, trying to forget her past. She hated remembering. Hated feeling so weak and vulnerable when she was meant to be strong. She was no longer Hatice, daughter of the noble Altaris family, but...

The House of Glass had grown significantly since Nadya had killed Don Salvara and taken control. Where it had once been a ramshackle gambling hall with creaky floorboards and bad plumbing, now it was an architect’s dream. An extravagant club bathed in neon light, she’d had the floors replaced...

Flashback: Pre-Sith Nadya entered the club to the sound of music. It was a rendition of an older song from a bygone era, with a ridiculous name she could not quite remember, and it hummed through the air like a canary’s tune. She had to admit, the song fit the luxurious atmosphere of the Gilded...

Flashback: Pre-Sith Nadya walked down the cramped streets of the lower Axxilan underworld, hands stuffed in her pockets, a hood thrown over her head. Although her little criminal organization was starting to grow, she’d met a number of setbacks and failures that had left her increasingly...

[Flashback: Pre-Sith] Nadya walked the dark slums of Taris, a hand in one pocket and a concealed blaster in the other. It was the first time she’d left Axxila in years, although it certainly didn’t feel like it. The lower districts here were the same: packed with beggars, shady pickpockets...

[Flashback] “You’re late,” said Salvara, dropping his tablet on the desk. “I came as fast as I could, Don Salvara,” said Nadya, waltzing into the office with a silver pitcher of wine. The wooden floorboards croaked underneath her shoes. The room stank of cigar smoke and spice, but she’d grown...