Dathomir
"Lord, answering your summons, I left Sundari." Pre Vizsla knelt on one knee and respectfully addressed the two shadows before him, one tall and one short.
Through the viewport behind them, a mysterious planet could be seen. Strangely, countless peculiar patterns on its surface glimmered with eerie red light, forming an unfathomable design.
There was no doubt that these two figures were the previous previous generation Sith Lord, Darth Tenebrus, and his current apprentice, Shen Jon!
"Did you obtain what I wanted?" Darth Tenebrus asked coldly.
"I obtained the test data, and Mandalore's referendum proceeded as scheduled... Just as you arranged, the Galactic Republic could not resist such a perfect opportunity and has already deployed troops under this pretext. But they still cared about keeping up appearances and stationed their fleet at Korriban planet." Pre Vizsla said. "However... Duke Satine Kryze was taken away by Jedi Knights at the last moment, and the core device was destroyed as well... If I had been there, I should have been able to..."
"When a Sith Lord wants to deal with you, you had better assume the worst, because he will only be crueler and more ruthless than you can imagine." Darth Tenebrus cut him off directly. "The only reason Almec is still alive is because he is a useless fool incapable of accomplishing anything. But at least he can help us draw some of their attention. As long as he does not take another step forward and merely focuses on restoring order, he will not die."
"Yes..." Pre Vizsla lowered his head.
"Next, leave Mandalore to the Galactic Republic and let them bear Darth Malthael's wrath." Darth Tenebrus said, turning to look at the mysterious planet beyond the viewport.
Pre Vizsla was somewhat startled. He raised his head and asked, "My