It was almost like sorting through a memory holo, the images and emotions that continued to flood through the woman as she took a step through the hypergate. She had first come to this planet years ago in the Sith Empire's first invasion here through the hypergate, debuting the technological milestone to only be shrugged away; it was regretful, but Tiamat saw her opportunities elsewhere. It was the hypergate that allowed the Sith to once more return to Denon with little resistance; Kaldar had unleased a horde of abominations that cleared any living creature from their existence here. Her boots splashed as she strolled down the street as though she were enjoying a mid-summer's evening, though she was certain it was mid-summer here seasonally and not entirely figuratively. Downside was she was going to have to clean all this matter later off her armor, but she was relieved to have brought her helmet to keep from having to wash out any of the return splash out of her hair.
There were bodies and pieces and other organic matter that painted the streets, the creatures were thorough, completing a job with a singular purpose. She breathed in, expecting the bitterness of polluted air from the city world, but instead, she could smell the blood that saturated her path as she glanced around. The bled crystals in her sabers reveled in the sith glory and it brought a strange and twisted comfort to Tiamat. It had not been long since the dark woman was physically present on this world, working on other projects that would assist them in forcing the galaxy to submit. Surprisingly to the woman, she found it easy to adjust back into the life she had forgone years ago, the dark side as patient as it ever has been welcomed her in full embrace as she returned to work that carried more meaning.
Here in Denon's major city centers, there was a specific area she wished to visit; it was where countless citizens and solider alike were consumed by the Darths of the past. A memorial, a sweet reminder to the Denon people of their history and what would continue to come- not for anything related on destiny, no...
It was simply because...she and the others willed it.
The dark woman stood in silence, listening, feeling, the cries from the restless dead were ever closer as the darkness weakened the walls between reality and the Force. It would be here that she would begin, a twisting and torment of the very lifeforce itself.