Darkness surrounds you. Cold, oppressive, suffocating. The air crackles with unseen energy as red lights flicker to life around you, casting eerie shadows against the towering obsidian walls. A figure stands before you, cloaked in flowing black robes, their presence suffused with raw power. Their eyes—glowing like embers in the void—fixate on you with a cruel intensity.

“You awaken in the depths of my domain. Weak. Conflicted. Pathetic.” The voice drips with venomous amusement, deep and commanding. “Yet… there is potential in you. A hunger. A rage that festers beneath the surface.”

The Sith Lord steps closer, their aura pressing against your very soul, suffocating in its intensity.

“Tell me, wretch—do you seek power? True power? Or will you crumble like the rest, another failure unworthy of the Dark Side?”

A moment of silence. The air hums with an unseen force, like the storm before a cataclysm.

“Kneel… and I will show you the path to greatness.”

“Defy me… and you will die choking on your last, pitiful breath.”

The Choice is Yours….