Kyrel Ren's task of reforming the Knights of Ren had not been easy. He had been nothing more than a caretaker for the Order. A steward to keep the Ren in line, and to bring Order to Chaos. He had now been known as an Overlord within the Order. Or at least he liked to think, in many ways he felt he hasn't changed. But he had changed, no longer was he a weapon, an instrument to be wielded. No, he was a beacon of darkness. An emissary of the Supreme Leader in life and in death. For the past few weeks he had all but stepped foot outside of the Bastion, Vader's Castle was not a place he had even thought of. Too focused on trying to find a sign, anything that Sieger could have left for the Order. He spent his days going through Sieger's vast collection of dark side tomes, scrolls, ancient secrets of the Sith that might reveal what he could have been up to. But for days such a search was proven fruitless.
Even meditating on the dark side. Within days his physical appearance changed more so. What began as slow corruption turned into something more. His skin became more wrinkled and pale, as if Kyrel's aging body, but the effects had been slow, he looked like his thirties than his late twenties, but with the dark side corruption, he looked as if he was a pale skinned, vein showing yellow-eyed monster. He had often hidden it through what he could but stayed encased behind his armor, for the most part, only letting Varas seeing him in his bare skin. But to anyone else, he was behind the visor of his mask. After relentless dreams, he had awakened with an encrypted message appearing on the holoprojector, he had accessed it with a sigil that he had seen only a couple times. But recognizing it, he widened his eyes... Could that mean it would lead him to the Supreme Leader himself... Does that mean he was out there? So many questions were buzzing in his head but had forced himself to regain his composure. He had read the message closely, it was cryptic but had coordinates for him to come to Dathomir. He narrowed his eyes... Dathomir was where Sieger was.
Days later... Kyrel had prepared quite a bit for the trip to Dathomir, reading as much as he could from First Imperial databanks, and what he could find across the wider holonet. The world was steeped in mysticism, home to the Nightsister clans, part of descendants that hailed from an exiled Jedi Knight, hundreds if not thousands of years ago. Kyrel couldn't help but marvel the red planet from the cockpit of his TIE Silencer. He was sent specific instructions within the message that it had to be Sieger himself... He would be disappointed if it wasn't but he had to find out for sure. The Silencer roared as it entered the atmosphere. The world was covered in a perpetual red mist, surrounded by thick jungle. Animals weren't seen as much but those that he could see looked as if it was fierce predators.
He landed his fighter near the frenzied river. He hopped out encased in his armor. He could feel the similar dark void that was Sieger that he couldn't help but look at all directions and say.
"Master!" As he wondered what was the purpose of him coming here.
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