Cypher Decretum
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CXGVAKiC894&feature=youtu.be
The battle continued behind. It would always rage in this place. New beings drawn or pushed here for one reason or another. Led, tempted, captured. That was Korriban a long time before Raien ever stepped foot here. Keth may be dead, his spirit may now have gone with the armor but the purpose of this place would last long after that spirit had departed. Korriban was its own keeper, its own judge, jury and executioner. Centax saw all before him, learning and growing within the darkside, giving more of himself to the endure the dying screams of those around him.
This tomb a focal point for conflicts Keth had seeded through his lifetime. The last echoes of that, now carried by others. Centax slew many that day, his hatred for those who opposed his vision for the future of the galaxy brought to bear as he cut them down. One by one the weak lay dead. Crushing the life from those that stood in his path, and cutting a bloody swathe to the exit.
The hive below consumed countless others from all sides, growing itself and its number. Like carrion to the carnage. In the end this was the maw from which the strongest Sith endured, were shaped and survived. The bones and skeletons of those too weak to become their potential only fed the foundations of what was to come.
Fuel for the fire. Forging an Armor for Kei Raxis. One he had won and claimed as his own. That was all that mattered.
Fin
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