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Odojinya. Derleth was familiar with the spell, which made made him all the more surprised that he had been caught in it. He had assumed the New-Imperials had finally caught him and that by now he would be facing the firing squad. Instead he was locked in a cocoon of dark magic that only someone powerful in the dark side could create. After Bastion, there shouldn't have been anyone like that in the New Order. Thus he began to consider who else might want him dead or imprisoned. The Sith Emperor was high on that list, but Derleth had not even been on Bastion when Darth Voyance declared her kaggath. He was probably nothing more than an ant in the peripheral vision of the Emperor. The Jedi perhaps? Not likely. Derleth had only crossed paths with a handful of Jedi in his life, and none that would be able to perform such a feat as this.
He was a sorcerer captured by sorcery. How ironic. How sad. The room was dark, but his Umbaran eyes made him see perfectly clear. The room was not much different from the one he himself would have kept prisoners in back on Exegol or Sepulcher. Both worlds he was now estranged from, wandering the Sith Empire in search of power and knowledge as he had in his youth. It had been quite some time since he had engaged in his most beloved pastime that was the creation of monsters. Sometimes he wished he would go back to the library on Exegol, but that planet had little more to give him. He was also unsure if he would make it out alive from this current predicament.
"Show yourself. What is the meaning of this?" Derleth called out loudly so his captor might hear, but with his typical monotone, calm voice. If he was going to die he would at least like to see the face of the man who out-witted him...