Eternal Father
"Go forth, my brethren. We mustn't tarry, I can feel the energies of this place shifting, changing... undulating like a tide."
It was these words that set loose the Sith on Mortis, the Emperor himself chief among those that began to fan out through the decaying underbrush. His heavy footfalls echoed hollowly across the decrepit forest as he trudged forward, the leaves in the trees above him falling down and withering away to nothingness as he passed under them. His mere presence set the environment around him to quickly decay into ashen ruin, though he did notice that as he moved further away some vibrancy returned to the land. Yet it did not fully return, for in the strange realm of Mortis the days and nights was as fleeting minutes, and night still reigned across the land and plunged everything into darkness and decay. Yet when the sun would again peek across the horizon, the cycle of renewal would begin again as life blossomed in every direction. The Emperor knew that as the sun waned on the opposite end of the world, the land would again die.
He looked to his path ahead, his neck craning back as the monumental mountain loomed yet ahead of him. Such terrain did not phase the Sith Emperor, who had surmounted far worse in his many decades of war and strife. He would summit the mountain like he summited all other challenges that stood in his way, and he would claim whatever he found.
Such was the nature of the Sith.
