A set of eyes opened. A ripple throughout the Storm. What was this? Was this the Netherworld? No, it couldn't be, all those force signatures, all those emotions and living things ... was he trapped within the storm of the Sith's creation? It had to be, it was the only possible explanation. Looking around, the set of eyes saw the blackness of space, the many, many stars, only visible as dots, a shimmering distant spot, he could see the clouds of dark energy, the arcing lightning within them, could see the scattered ships and wreckages all over the system. He could see the planet and its moons, but he could also view the past and the future, not only the past and future of Atrisia, but of many places. There were glimpses and quick gazes into many outcomes, there was death, life, peace, war, destruction, restoration ... he could see all these things ... no, he could feel them as well. It was a curious feeling.
The Sith attempted to move an arm, but he felt none, he attempted to move his leg, but there was none to move. He tried to move or feel any part of his body, yet there was nothing. All he felt was the void, the ships, the dark energies, the past, present, future, even the sensation of three other minds and wills, though impalpable, he could feel them. So many sensations ... too many. It was overwhelming. For a few long moments, he simply drifted, riding out these foreign impressions, feelings and perceptions. It was all so unfamiliar ... so chaotic ... so serene.
Then a new, much stronger sensation. One that unbalanced his perceived serenity. he could feel a tug, something was pulling part of him towards the planet. It was pulling him towards it, slowly diminishing him, tearing away at him, leaving less and less of him in this world with ever passing moment. It was ... frightening. The circumstance of his mortal body having perished was clear to him. The realisation that he was part of the storm had also slowly come to him during the initial moments of his reawakening. It was where he resided now, were he to be consumed by some external force, would he still be able to pass on into the great Chaos? He was not certain, for the first time in his life he didn't know what awaited him or what he could do, there was only fear of what would be next.
Then the storm roared. It was a roar of its own accord. A roar caused by the minds trapped with him inside this storm. They were resisting this fate. With their last actions, they were trying to perpetuate this Storm, causing it to become unstable. He could feel their powers, and by extension, that of the Storm, rise in these moments. It was a struggle for survival, a struggle to keep whatever fate was about to befall them from becoming reality, and Praetorias would join.
At first the incorporeal Sith let the Dark Side of the Force flow through the Storm once more, allowing the efforts of the other Lords trapped here with him increase the Storm's instability to a dangerous point, then, the Sith channeled all the energy of his being, every part of who he was, what he had been, what he had become and what was left of him into the Storm. Every fibre of his being drew the Storm together. A terrible sense of dread filled the space in the Atrisian System. For a while the storm began to shrink into a small sphere of dark power, ridding the Atrisian System of the Force Storm's effects and allowing for an ephemeral moment of peace once it reached a size small enough in space above a mountain range a few kilometres outside Jar'kai. He could feel the strain it put on his existence, and on those of the other Sith. It was slowly tearing at his very essence, he attempted to contain it for a moment longer, yet the outcome was inevitable. He could not hold it for long, to him it seemed like minutes, in reality, it was only a fraction of a second.
Then it happened.
The Storm exploded outward in an incredibly powerful blast.
The shockwave travelled in every direction. The first point of impact was Atrisia's surface. The immense wave of energy wrought destruction and mayhem along the surface. The initial impact zone was nearly obliterated entirely, then, as the weakening wave continued it caused major damage to the cities near it; Skyscrapers were collapsing, buildings were torn apart, some scattered remains of debris being carried by the expanding sphere of dark energy. Along the wave lightning arced and lashed out at the surface of Atrisia, striking individual places at random, causing further destruction. In the emptiness of space ship debris was being catapulted outwards as it rode the surface of the explosion, ships close to the epicentre would be hit by a terrible wave of energy capable of unimaginable destruction, accompanied by similar lightning lashing out into the reaches of space, though as the distance to the epicentre increased, the effects became less and less destructive, damaging, disabling and eventually merely rocking the ships far out into the outskirts of the Atrisian system. On the planet, a similar effect was happening. The further the spherical wave travelled, the lessened its effects were. At its initial point of impact, at a mountain range, it was enough to obliterate everything, leaving a crater, though as it continued to travel its effects weakened. After it reached the first village it was capable of sweeping away every structure in its path when it reached the first outskirts of the city, it was capable of great destruction. The city's centre would have felt lessened, but similar effects if it had not been for the storm of ash and fire created by Darth Vulcanus, which shielded the majority of the city's centre, though some of the destructive power would not even be stopped by those ashes, causing some destruction inside the centre as well. Past the centre of the city, the damage amped up again, as there were no ashes to protect the buildings, wreaking havoc amongst the city's structures, leaving them in ruin.
The surface around the initial point of impact had turned into a destroyed wasteland, the outskirts of Jar'kai looked as if they had been bombarded for a prolonged amount of time, then, as one neared the centre, the destruction became less and less, more akin to the effects of a whirlwind than the absolute destructive powers of an explosion of Dark Side energies. Past the centre, however, it turned into the remnants of a bombardment once more, however, albeit a weaker and shorter one.
@Everyone in the Atrisian System