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Within the Citadel of Flesh and Thought She walked, slow as breath in the vacuum between stars. The Citadel was not stone. Not matter. It was forged of thought of Veraxis’ will, coiled and uncoiled, layered like skin over nerve. A fortress of flesh and mind. Each corridor reformed behind her...

Lirae loosed the arrow. It sang like starlight, carved from the Force itself, an echo of the final breath made manifest. It struck true into the form of Veraxis but not the soul. For the soul had fled, slipped through the cracks like shadow between fingers. There was no death. No stillness...

@Sith Master Veraxis The air was still. If any air existed here at all. Dark obsidian metal stretched endlessly beneath her hooves polished like black glass, yet ancient and pitted with wear. The sky above was not sky, but void, oppressive and starless. The ceiling, if one could call it that...