The First Brother advanced with slow, deliberate steps, his heavy boots echoing ominously against the durasteel floor. His crimson eyes burned with malice, locking onto Mica with the intensity of a predator savoring the inevitable kill. His deep, guttural voice slithered through the air, laced with venomous certainty.

"You were never one of us… merely a usurper, a false idol clinging to a shattered past."

The glow of his double-bladed saber cast jagged red reflections across his sharp, gray features, accentuating the cruel twist of his lips. His massive, curved horns made his silhouette even more imposing as he loomed ever closer, his tone shifting to a mockery of pity.

"My eyes have been opened, Jedi. Let me help you see... Reaper."

His last words dripped with menace, his grip tightening around the hilt of his saber as the twin crimson blades flared to life with a piercing hiss.