ᴋᴀɪʟᴀ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜰᴀʟʟ
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Anet Raine
The balance of power was shifting, she could feel it.
Sith raiders outside the Blackwall, the Jedi fractured, Black Sun expanding.
Anathemous closed her eyes and took it all in. Anet would be here any moment now, summoned from her studies on Desevro where the First Conclave had changed everything. There was a future now, ambitions long rooted piercing the soil of stagnation to reach for the sun.
The office she'd been summoned to was smaller than the Dark Lord's holdings on Cantonica, humble and lacking decoration save for the rare plants the Sith had moved here. Stranger still, they were a few floors above the night club she owned, and shared this floor with other offices belonging to mundane business in the area. Far from glorious, but Anathemous knew it wouldn't last.
Peering through the blinds at the neon smog outside,
She smiled.
