Veraxis stood amidst the chaos, his mind a fortress besieged by the relentless tempest of the nameless entity. The bogs around him pulsed with malevolence, the stormtroopers’ lifeless forms now grotesque marionettes animated by the intruder’s will. The decayed Acklay convulsed, arcs of unnatural...
Veraxis did not recoil, though the air itself seemed to rot around him. The bogs churned as if the planet had become sentient—an ancient, unseen force slithering between realms, seeking to devour all that trespassed. He could feel it creeping into his mind, a clawing, writhing presence that...
Veraxis did not flinch. He did not reach for a saber, nor did he command his troopers to open fire. As the monstrous, decayed Acklay surged forward, its blind desperation twisting it into a force of pure destruction, he merely watched.
The stormtroopers reacted as expected—scattering, their...
Veraxis and his company descended toward the surface of Vendaxa aboard a Sith transport, the ship skimming just above the dense, mist-choked bogs of the old world ruins. The planet’s ancient forests and sprawling wetlands made traditional landings impossible. Instead, the transport’s side...
Veraxis’s gaze sharpened as Tzar spoke, revealing their purpose—vengeance in the name of the so-called King Eosfor. The mention of Eosfor’s betrayal and retreat, however, seemed to cast doubt even among the Kuonjan warriors, prompting murmurs of retreat among their ranks.
Sensing an...
Veraxis turned to Malvus, his expression hardened as he withdrew from his mind assault on the Kuonjan warriors. “My Lord, I know nothing of these enemies,” he admitted. “They attacked the citadel without warning. Their arrival is sudden, and their powers… are formidable.”
Lowering his hands...
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