Emryc couldn’t help but marvel at the work that Renfry did. It was a side of her he hadn’t seen before, and he could only stand and watch. The Force worked in dark ways and this was a sick and twisted perversion of it, but it was also powerful. It was punishment beyond death, a remnant that would stay and fester on the grounds of the temple. It would poison everything around it, kill all life around it till it was a barren wasteland.
A grin spread beneath the mask, but it would be hidden. He began to walk away after the ritual was complete, taking his time to explore the different chambers within the council hall. While Darth Malicia went one way, he went the other, coming across personal quarters of one of the members of council.
He could feel the Light side of the Force pulsate here, but there was also the sense of something ancient. He walked in as he shuffled everything around, tossing aside items carelessly and searching. He found his target at last, seeing engravings and markings he had read about.
His heart skipped a beat as he took in sight of it. He knew it was a connection to the times of the past, a connection to Andraste before she had ever become who she was. His hand trembled slightly as he grasped it, the artifact already wanting to reject him. He grinned as he surveyed it, taking from the Jedi something they had coveted.
He spun on his heel and strode from the temple then, Wyck’s holocron in his possession.