Tzeentch
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The plains of Dantooine were peaceful as they have always been. The air was clean of pollutants, of which a young, scarred silver-haired youth breathed in.
Nier opened his eye as he looked out to the empty plains, his cloak over his shoulders and its hood down, allowing one to easily see the dark bags that lie under his eyes, his silver hair lacking its former luster, seeming more of a bright gray, and the sickly flecks of gold that were scattered in his lone eye.
A frown marred his features deeply as he scanned the smoldering corpses that were lined in front of him. Although, a small scoff came to ear as he turned on his heel and simply strode away, leaving the former Schatten warriors to the natural wildlife as two 6'6" foot tall droids followed, the barrels of their massive weapons still smoking as well as the shells that had erupted from them.
He had returned to Dantooine to check up on the status of his current 'Project,' and so far it seemed to be fairing better than his previous expectations. However, he believed that it wasn't enough; he had received news that the Schatten were constructing a fortress of sorts at the Ruin where his father and ancestors were laid to rest, something that angered him greatly.
Though it wasn't that he feared that they would desecrate the burial site, as even the Schatten themselves respected the dead, no matter to whom the grave belonged, but rather the fact that, in building the array of walls and structures, they had barred anyone of Licht blood from entering the underground site.
If things continued according to plan however, then even the walls of Schatten's own home hidden within the hills would crumble effortlessly. All Nier needed was time, something he had plenty of.
Ceasing in his stride, Nier stood still and looked up to the sky as he had done countless times before...
The presence of clouds was apparent as they began to engulf the vast sky, thunder sounding off in the distance.