Azar was pacing back and forth, running his fingers through his hair. It wasn’t often that he was this nervous or, quite frankly, terrified. He was back on Ajan Kloss, back at the site of the old temple’s destruction. He had unlocked something there that terrified him. He had thought to corrupt a nexus there and nothing more. However, that place managed to trap a fragment of Raze’s memory and soul in it permanently. Tampering with the nexus potentially allowed access to it.
For a while, he considered doing nothing with the information and sitting on it. Kaldar could be sent on a fruitless quest that would never be completed. However, the other man had proven himself time and time again and was already making huge progress on Dromund Kaas. Azar finally decided to call him over here, wondering if he even knew about the history of this place.
The Pureblood would be waiting for Kaldar in the dead of night when there could be no trespassers wandering around. In a twisted way, the temple was often littered with love letters and fanaticism of those still obsessed over Raze. This was effectively the first manifestation of Raze in the galaxy.
Once Kaldar stepped towards the temple, he would feel an oppressive presence in the Force. He would know right away that this place had history, a wound in the balance of the Force. It was the site of something grave and terrible, one that the Jedi tried so hard to cleanse.
@Phoenix