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Was there ever truly light there? Day was darkened by thick clouds choked with dust that filled the skies of Korriban. The studious sith below was left entirely to himself. Not even the stars of space or the light of the sun could pierce the atmosphere to keep him company. It was perfect. In complete silence he meditated dangerously close to the overlook's edge. On both sides of the ravine were steep smooth walls of stone that cleared on one side to allow a vista of the deep gorge below. The arena itself was uninteresting. Imposing pillars of stone, stalagmites and hand carved effigies, burst forth from the rocky floor to tower above any who stood near. Blast craters and piles of sandy rubble decorated various corners.
The only foreign obstruction that set apart from the desolate decorum of the ravine was a vibroblade, stuck deep into the crust. It was a blade he forsook long ago when he swore himself Sith and took the name Mors Soverin. Abandoned, it had collected much dust. However little love he had for the relic of a weapon, it still brought him clarity. It helped him to visualize the power he'd so quickly amassed. The pathetic creature he'd slain and overcome. His old self was dead and gone; good riddance, he thought.
Deep in focus, all manner of wrathful emotions swirled within him. Anger, lust, malice... They churned and demanded to be released, ever building within the small vessel of his form. With eyes closed and mind disconnected, he was one with the force. In the dark, he was able to truly see.