Like the majority of his fellow Inquisitors, the Sixth Brother had grown disillusioned with the Order he once served, his faith shattered and reshaped to now align with the crest of the Inquisitorius. Now, he stood before you, preparing for a very different kind of sparring session.

You had been introduced just moments ago by the Emperor himself—an unexpected arrival that immediately unsettled the Inquisitors, your sudden presence making them wary. Even the Grand Inquisitor, a figure of immense power, had stepped aside, granting you command over their training.

The Sixth Brother's eyes flicked under his black face shield, toward the Emperor, who observed from the shadows with his Royal Guards flanking him. The Emperor's cruel smile gleamed with an unsettling glee, the kind that sent ripples of unease even through the ranks of his most loyal of Imperials.

The Sixth Brother knew this was no ordinary duel. He had to make a statement, to impress the Emperor and prove his worth in front of his fellow Inquisitors. Even as seconds pass, he could feel the weight of every gaze upon him.

He unclipped his double-bladed lightsaber from his back, its hilt cold and familiar in his hands. With a sharp hiss, the crimson blades ignited, casting a fiery glow across the dark chamber. The lightsaber began to spin with a low whirr, a deadly blur of red light as he assumed his combat stance.

He locked eyes with you, the mystery figure the Emperor had placed above even the Grand Inquisitor

His muscles coiled, steeling himself for the battle ahead. This was more than just a duel—it was a test, and he was determined not to fail.