Korriban's sandstorm grew ever fiercer. Howling gales, carrying countless grains of sand, lashed against his face. Looking back now, he could see nothing but sand filling the sky and earth alike; the ship had long since vanished from sight.
Countless people seemed to be wailing within the gale. Every voice was different, yet all were equally anguished, equally miserable, equally venomous.
As the storm raged, countless wailing faces seemed to emerge amid the sand-filled air.
Darth Malthael walked through this hellish landscape. He did not even raise a Force barrier, allowing the terrible gale to batter his body and the wails and faces to coil around him.
He was feeling them. Resonating with them...
Ever since landing on Planet Korriban, the dense Dark Side Force here had caused his power to grow without pause, perpetually hovering on the verge of losing control. His mind, his will, were constantly scoured by the Dark Side Force as countless negative emotions flooded his thoughts.
They were the faces in the yellow sand...
They brimmed with fear, fury, hatred, grief... all manner of negative emotions.
But above all else, there was desire!
An ordinary person who came here would feel nothing. They would only lose themselves in the omnipresent Dark Side Force. But to Darth Malthael, his very existence, his Death Force, was like a beacon in the night, illuminating everything around him.
Those departed spirits revealed themselves one after another and surged toward him.
As he continued onward, the gale swept past, and the scene ahead abruptly emerged from the blowing sand—a massive cliff face stood before him!
The cliff rose several hundred meters high. Its full outline was obscured by the yellow sand, but he could still make out an enormous pyramid standing at its center!
Though it had weathered thousands of