He had been on this planet more times than he could count. He had a reputation here - a terrible one. He had almost destroyed the planet entirely because Renfry had disobeyed him. Even then, he had ascended himself to become a conduit of the Force to represent an icon to the Nightsisters. They feared him as they respected him, and he remained a mysterious enigma to them all.
The Dark Lord usually only ventured here to seek out Renfry, but he knew she wasn’t here today. Clad in his trademark armor, he quietly strode towards one of the ancient temples deep in the forests of the planet. It had been abandoned when he first discovered it as a teen, back when he first met Renfry, but it still pulsed with that same life it had back then. Today it was reconstructed and cleaned up, serving as a sanctuary for Nightsisters to practice their craft.
Whispers preceded him as he made his way towards the temple. He stood in silence, much taller than he was the last time he was here and far more powerful. The Force pulsed through him, a chill always trailing him wherever he went.
Today was an important day for Nightsister hopefuls that would face their trials within the temple and unlock higher studies of magick. There were groups of young women standing about and designated Nightsisters to oversee the rituals.
He could feel many gazes on him and he could practically smell the fear. And yet, he simply observed from where he stood, drinking in the Dark Side energies that manifested all around the temple.