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And so he did.
His lips pressed into a thin line as the crimson light began to envelope Soeht's palm. He said nothing, content to watch the ritual at work. He had expected [member="Soeht"] to impart in him some forbidden knowledge lost to the greater majority of the One Sith; some form of spell that could be used to even the odds in the coming conflict.
This, however...was something more.
Long had Mephirium delved into the depths of the Bogan. A great many times had he felt the power of the Dark Side fuel his limbs and deliver him to unnatural feats. This bore a bare semblance of similarity. The lightning served as a conduit, as Soeht intended. Mephirium allowed himself to sink into the ritual: allowed himself to revel in the boundless powered that now thundered through his veins.
He drank it in. Always, it had been endless thirst. For the first time in his life, Darth Mephirium was quenched.
"I will remember this," he spoke in a hasty voice, "And...I am grateful."
[member="Soeht"]
His lips pressed into a thin line as the crimson light began to envelope Soeht's palm. He said nothing, content to watch the ritual at work. He had expected [member="Soeht"] to impart in him some forbidden knowledge lost to the greater majority of the One Sith; some form of spell that could be used to even the odds in the coming conflict.
This, however...was something more.
Long had Mephirium delved into the depths of the Bogan. A great many times had he felt the power of the Dark Side fuel his limbs and deliver him to unnatural feats. This bore a bare semblance of similarity. The lightning served as a conduit, as Soeht intended. Mephirium allowed himself to sink into the ritual: allowed himself to revel in the boundless powered that now thundered through his veins.
He drank it in. Always, it had been endless thirst. For the first time in his life, Darth Mephirium was quenched.
"I will remember this," he spoke in a hasty voice, "And...I am grateful."
[member="Soeht"]
