The Emperor's words ripped the sky asunder, splitting reality aside as he called upon the Darkside. Lightning arched across the stars, shattering the heavens like a pane of painted glass. The planet itself howled in pain, its voice carried by a howling wind that blew aside stone and tore apart brick with its shriek of agony. Then, all at once, the light was eclipsed by the gaping wound of dark energy The Emperor had manifested in the skies above them - a hole in reality that writhed with bubbles of black ooze and dark tendrils that reached for the planet's surface - almost as if grasping at the souls that'd already escaped their grasp once before.
All at once the wind surged violently again, the bones of long dead creatures tumbling through the air before plummeting into the obsidian pool centered between the Lords of the Darkside. In another moment the wind surged again, catching the participants in a howling vortex as the clouds above them faded into dark blobs of arching electricity.
The wound above them writhed. The world screamed. Then lightning poured through the darkness.
The spears of electricity drove through the open air - shredding clouds and scorching the earth as they pierced deep into the pool of swirling darkness at the volcanoes peak. Each bolt sent a wave of magma spewing over the sides of the pool until the magma itself was caught into a vortex that spun with the ferocity of a typhoon. Blades of wind and fire cut the air as both were flung out of the pool and towards the participants themselves. Higher and higher the magma grew as the lightning beat down upon it.
Then a deep, animistic roar shook the mountaintop and rocked the planet's crust. The force recoiled upon itself and the planet seemed to shrink as it clawed away from the very thing that had cursed it decades ago. The ground vibrated with energy, cracks spidered out from the pool and began pouring with molten rock as the storm of lightning reached its apex. The vortex of magma, the howl of wind, the barrage of lightning all climaxed as the pool of burning earth swirled high into the air and centered above it a shape took form.
Beginning as a boiling mass of melting rock it quickly smoothed and arched until the Sith found themselves under the burning gaze of a reptilian eye, its lid wreathed in flames and darkness falling upon wherever its gaze rested. The eye circled the pool, gazing upon each of the Sith and as it did so visions would impart on those who accepted or could not resist.
Hordes of Graug washing over the galaxy, followed by growing wall of fire.
Then a last spear of lightning drove through the eye - vaporizing it and plowing through towards the pool of magma. All at once the vortex of magma slammed downwards and hissed with steam as it cooled instantaneously. The wound created in the sky vanished in moments as if it were never there and the wind faded away. Then there was silence. Quite.
A calm as darkness brewed.
Then the pool of obsidian shattered - shards of hardened rock exploding into the air as a clawed hand punched through its surface. The long, black claws dug easily into the rock aside the pool and in a heartbeat they pulled up an arm covered in ashen skin that parted and pulled at the bones like a corpse rising from a coffin. Slowly the hulking shadow took shape as two cracked and splintered horns rose from the pit of earthy black, bringing with it a foul stench of rotting and decay. The beasts reptilian eyes swirled with a searing flame and its raw, red mouth parted aside to reveal rows of daggered teeth set in rotting flesh. Even standing at a lowered position, the beasts torso rose above the average human standing above it.
It grinned. Clinched its fists. Just as quickly as it had cooled the pool of obsidian burst into a bright pit of flames that scurried towards the beast like a living wave. The monster breathed out. The magma flexed outwards, spilling over the edges of the pool.
"
Vornskr" the beast spoke like a hungry predator, "
Prazutis"
The magma flexed again, rushing towards the undead beast before spewing outside the pool. The mountainside cracked and steam again began to rise from its crevices as it seemed to rise from the dead alongside its old master.
"
Your god returns"
