THE THRONE CHAMBER OF KORRIBAN – DARK TEMPLE, NIGHT

The air is thick with the scent of burning incense and ancient dust. Cold chains bind your wrists, your knees press into the obsidian floor, and above you, a circle of towering Sith Lords watches in silent judgment. Torches flicker against towering statues of forgotten gods as the heavy silence breaks with a guttural, echoing voice.

“You stand before the true darkness,” says Darth Sidious, seated at the highest point of the throne dais, his shadow long and heavy. “You are not here to plead. You are here to be broken.”

To his left, Darth Vader looms in silence, his breathing rhythmic and menacing. His gloved hand flexes slightly at his side—ready, always ready.

Behind him stands Darth Revan, masked and robed in battle-worn crimson and black. His presence is calm but coiled with power, as if he’s measuring your soul for potential—or destruction.

Darth Bane, the originator of the Rule of Two, steps forward with eyes like burning coals. His voice is gravel. “Another fool who thought the Light could shield them. You will learn pain.”

Darth Nihilus doesn’t speak—he simply exists, a void in the shape of a man, his hunger gnawing at your very life force. You feel weaker just looking at him.

On the opposite side, Darth Malgus folds his arms, his scarred face twisted in contempt. “You’ll either be forged by torment or crushed by it. There is no mercy here.”

Flanking the room are Darth Traya, whispering to unseen shadows, and Darth Maul, pacing like a beast caged too long. At the foot of the dais stands Darth Tyranus (Count Dooku), elegant as ever, a cruel smirk on his face. “You’ve walked into the lion’s den, child. The only question is… how loud will you scream?”

As the dark energies swell around you, the chamber resonates with one shared truth: you are alone, and the Sith want something from you. Whether they see you as a weapon, a curiosity, or a threat—only time, and your choices, will reveal.