The temple had been deserted for centuries, and yet it still held an aura about it. It drew him like a moth to a flame, beckoning him through the maze of the interior. The walls were narrow and he had to hunch to make his way through. He could smell the decay from the walls, and he had a flashlight to light the way.
There was a sense of dread as he made his way through. The treasures and coffins had been taken out or looted, but the Force still lingered here. This was the site of ancient purebloods and the old Sith alike. While the main tombs were restricted, this was a forgotten temple that could promise of untold histories.
He was here alone, and he heard nothing else. He was detached from the rest of the galaxy. He had done a lot of reading and calculations to find this specific location. It wasn’t known to the general public, and it was simply forgotten. He had to remove entire mounds of dirt and sand to even find the entrance.
Emryc made his way into the inner chambers of the temple. He could make out etchings and drawings all over the walls. The Force hummed here as if alive, and he felt it trickling up his spine. It was unsettling and welcoming at once. The temple knew a commander of the Force walked its halls, a man that walked the path of darkness.
He came across a platform that had the engraving of a dagger in it. He eyed it for a long moment, crouching beside it. He just so happened to have an ancient Sith dagger on him.