Success or Death.
The Sith could be a cryptic bunch, and Darth Ophidia did have a certain sense of theatrics. So, when [member="Vustia"] looked down to inspect the hilt, the Sith Lord seized the moment to make herself vanish. These were techniques on which she had spent much time perfecting. Whenever one had been breached, she had found a new or modified an old, giving her a very complex array of ways to completely disappear with or without the Force.
When Vustia looked up, Ophidia could just as well not have existed. All that remained of her last presence were the footprints of where she had stood. Her presence in the Force, an oppressive sensation of cold, had melted away and left only the background layer of the dark side to permeate the atmosphere. Her form was nowhere to be seen, no sound of footsteps, not even a scent remained. Only three whispered words lingered between them:
"You will see."
When Vustia looked up, Ophidia could just as well not have existed. All that remained of her last presence were the footprints of where she had stood. Her presence in the Force, an oppressive sensation of cold, had melted away and left only the background layer of the dark side to permeate the atmosphere. Her form was nowhere to be seen, no sound of footsteps, not even a scent remained. Only three whispered words lingered between them:
"You will see."