Blue lights disappeared into the darkness as Calesvol appeared from Hyperspace high above the planet of Dathomir. The small fighter a tiny dot in the endlessness of space, Artorigas or Darth Caelestis he still did not know how to even address himself paused for a moment above the deep red world. Out here alone he could feel the vastness of everything and from that see how far he had risen. The last time he set foot here he had been a lowly Acolyte with only a little charm and the luck of being paired with a Queen a few weeks earlier. Now he returned as something more a Sith Lord a King of Exegol with more than just a familiarity to return to this place with, he now had a purpose and a reason to meet with the Queen.
He took a deep breath, though the air was far from clean, recycled a hundred times since he left Exegol on the far side of the Galaxy. But it allowed him to centre himself before he grabbed the flight stick before him and began the dive down into the atmosphere of the planet. The journey was short but it allowed him time to feel the essence of the world beneath him, not only had his name and title grown in these past few months but his connection to the mythical and cosmic energy that was The Force had grown exponentially. He could feel the planets lifeforce as well as those who lived upon it, as the Calesvol came into land only a few meters from where he had previously he felt a shift within The Force.
Exiting the ship there was no one there to greet him at the time and he made the walk up towards his destination the eyes that once stared down did so in less numbers but in more wary fashion. This could not be just because of his change in rank and name, no something else had happened here and he could feel it more and more as he got towards the top of the hill, for here he could sense death.
Finally he spotted Nightsisters, no longer keeping a watchful eye from the shadows but standing full guard upon the entrance, they seemed tense and worry and anger radiated from them through The Force. Perhaps the rumour was true, though he had only heard it once his seclusion on Exegol so far away from the Sith Order meant that little reached that isolated and secret outpost. But he had stopped at Ajan Kloss to stretch his legs and the small outpost there had rumours that The Eternal had visited Dathomir. The guards however were expecting him, for his visit had long been forecast, a chance for him to give an update upon Exegol and his plans for his own domain.
He stepped through the entrance way remembering the Nightsister Sheehan had lead him here before, it was Queen Andruil's throne room, vast and open leaving little in the way of luxury, no this was a room of statement and power. For those walking to the throne were to feel alone and in the open, afraid that their words would not be taken well and they would be struck from this world. Within this room the feeling of death was the greatest, his eyes drifting to a single spot though there was no physical evidence that something happened there was a hole a tear within The Force something great had died here.
Artorigas clenched his fist hoping that if this rumour was true that Queen Andruil had survived and it was not The Eternal that would walk through those doors, for if it was the later he was not sure what he would do. His mind drifted through a dozen answers, but one kept coming back to him, he was loyal and devout to this women the reason why he could not say, if Andruil was dead even if it was not know he would have some manner of revenge. The Sith Noble smiled at his stupid thought and wondered what the Queen would say if she ever found out what just went down in his mind.
@Phoenix