The Lone And Level Sands.

[Dakota]

KORRIBAN ACADEMY, MIDDAY.​

He could sense them now. Feel them. Them, the insects that crawl across the sandy seas and the mountains of ice. Blasphemers. The false Shepard's that tempt his flock into revolt. Knelt at the alter of his temple, he could feel the voices of conquerors past ringing in his ears, surrounding his very form, kill them! Kill them! The twin world of Moraband, now making it's slow descent across the sky, echos to him from lightyears away the knowledge of his ancestors. This remained one of the few times of day where he truly felt peace, liberated through the chanting spirits from beyond the grave. Beneath the shadows that conceal his face, his eyes flip shut for a moment, before opening completely. The Dark Lord rose from his position at the alter and, with a sinister gait that likened him to nothing more than a specter in the night, ascended his blood-soaked throne. His aura emanates the thick scent of the Dark Side's corruption, an intangible malignancy that threatens to consume the entire galaxy if left unchecked, tempered only by his submission to the power of the Supreme Leader.

Metal gauntlets quietly rap against the arms of his throne as he extends his vision outward, sensing the presence of another entering the sacred halls of his temple. The one who requested his council hours prior. From his pedestal, the Dark Lord peered down upon the armored Sith, leaning forward and carrying the tatters of his ancient cloak with him. ".....Wren," his voice crackled as he observed the man beneath him. They are situated at the great Pyramid's apex, a holy room fit only for the most powerful of Sith. The burden of the Dark Side is palpable here, weighing down all who dare ascend the hallowed stairways; it spares only those of sufficient strength to bend the Dark Side to their will. Vyrdesseus, seated at the precipice, appears unmoved. "You have asked for my council...and you have received it." Now that the introduction has been put aside, he now stands from his seat, and slowly descends the steps that lead to the throne. "....What news do you bring, Young Sith? What pressing matters must be brought to my attention?" He suspects the Jedi's presence, but he allows Ryu to answer for himself instead.

@Tsunami.