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LOCATION: MALACHOR
Vexxus strode with purpose through the dimly lit corridors of the ancient Sith stronghold, his cloak billowing behind him like a shroud of shadows. The stone walls seemed to whisper forgotten secrets as he advanced, the distant echoes of past conflicts resonating through the cold, lifeless air. Around him, acolytes and servants scurried about, their faces hidden in the folds of their hooded robes. Their murmured conversations ceased as Vexxus passed, their eyes avoiding the piercing gaze beneath his hood. These were but fragments of the past, pawns in a game that spanned generations. Approaching a dormant holocron in the heart of the stronghold, Vexxus extended a gloved hand towards the relic. The air crackled with latent energy as he communed with the ancient artifact. Shadows danced on the walls, bowing to his will. "The Force reveals to me its secrets," Vexxus intoned, his voice a low, commanding murmur. The acolytes and servants continued their tasks, oblivious to the unfolding drama as they attended to their duties. As the holocron responded to Vexxus' touch, the chamber seemed to pulse with a forceful energy. The acolytes and servants continued their mundane tasks, unaware that their every action contributed to a narrative written in the language of the Force. |