As the sun sets over the harsh desert landscape of Jakku, casting long shadows across the dunes, the silence of the wasteland is shattered by the ominous hum of Dark Empire starships descending from the blood-red sky. Soon a battle ensues, lightsaber blades clashing, as the Champions of the Light come to meet the Harbingers of the Dark in combat.
Amidst the chaos and the clashing of light and dark, a lone figure descends from the sky in a sleek, black shuttle. The hatch opens, and with a measured, menacing grace, Darth Apophion emerges. His black cape billows behind him as he steps onto the sandy battlefield, his armor gleaming ominously under the dying light. His eyes, glowing with a fierce, malevolent red, survey the chaos before him with cold amusement. He strides forward, the sands of Jakku whispering beneath his boots, untouched by the pandemonium around him. As he approaches the front lines, his presence alone shifts the air—a dark, powerful aura extending from him, suffusing the ground and sky with palpable dread.
As Darth Apophion advances towards the heart of the battle, his eyes fix on a cluster of Jedi near the Kyber Temple. The ground beneath his boots remains undisturbed by the surrounding chaos, a silent testament to the foreboding aura that emanates from him. His approach is almost ceremonial as if each step is part of an ancient ritual.
Amidst the clashing of lightsabers and the cries of combatants, one Jedi breaks ranks, charging towards Apophion with a determined glare. The Jedi's lightsaber, a vibrant blue, arcs through the air, aiming to strike a decisive blow against the dark lord. However, Apophion's reaction is swift and unforgiving. With a fluid motion, Apophion parries the incoming attack with his Vermillion lightsaber, the clash emitting a harsh screech that pierces the din of battle. He counters with a series of precise, powerful strikes, pushing the Jedi back step by step. The Jedi's defense becomes increasingly desperate, sweat and sand mixing on his brow under the relentless assault.
Apophion's final move is both elegant and brutal. With a quick twist of his wrist, he disarms the Jedi, sending the blue lightsaber spiraling away into the sand. The Jedi stands defenseless, breath ragged, as Apophion raises his lightsaber for the last time. With a swift, clean stroke, he cuts the Jedi down, the fallen warrior collapsing onto the sandy ground, his robe settling around him like a shroud. The Sith Lord stands over his vanquished foe for a moment, his lightsaber still humming with dark energy. His gaze fell upon several other Jedi, a silent invitation to challenge him.
