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Fay’s POV:
Fay calmly walked through the halls of Serenno's royal family, wrapping dai around her to erase any trace of herself from the memories of the servants and staff passing by. She could feel the xari that had drawn her here pulsing nearby, and pausing in front of a stone pillar, she tilted her head and probed at dai.
Dai curled around her shoulders in amusement, light images flickering just out of sight that showed a room full of runes, bloody sacrifices splayed on the floor as the room was bathed in light, and the sense that the sith was out of their depth and had yet to realise it.
Fay’s lip curled slightly at the vindictive feeling echoing around her, continuing past the pillar and gliding down the corridor. The xari she could feel was etched into the stones she walked on, its tethers hooked into the servants that had been here for years.
The corridor stretched onwards, and glancing towards the regular security cameras she was walking past, Fay brushed against the minds of the staff watching the cameras and skimming across their minds lightly. As she reached the end of the hallway, Fay grabbed onto the minds of the staff that were aware of the atrocities that had been performed in these halls and twisted sharply. Brushing over the minds of those who had been in the room and willing them all unconscious, Fay turned away from the door in front of her and ran her hand over the smooth stone wall.
The xari that had been bubbling in the back of her mind was boiling now, the heat seeping into the cracks in the stone and leaking out into the castle’s surroundings. With a light touch against it, it was swept away from the wall, and the stones grinded out of the way, leaving a dark staircase leading downwards.
As Fay walked down the stairs, she could feel the xari writhing around her, screaming as it boiled furiously. In the room below her, she could feel a void of xari, feeling like the oceans on Mustafar that radiated heat but had no end to them. Compared to the depths of searing lava, the furious boiling of the imkai’an who had drawn her here seemed tame in comparison, and as Fay grew closer to the level they were on, she felt amused at how much power he was throwing around as some form of posturing.
Feeling the rage below spike, Fay flicked her hand and let the soft warmth of aimato flow out of her and brushed away the xari that had condensed in the room, wrapping around the imkai’an and holding him in place.
“Throwing temper tantrums, are we Yan Dooku?” Fay called out softly as she stepped into the room, letting her presence unfurl to brush against the xari that clung to the edges.
Fury spiked, and the imkai’an looked at her sharply, “You’re meant to be dead, Jedi Master Fay.”
Fay gave him a gentle smile as she walked towards him, cupping his face in her hand as he tried and failed to move away from her, “It would take a lot more than some imwan girl to destroy me.”
The imkai’an tried to lash out at her with darkness, but Fay brushed the attack off and pressed through his shields and into his mind. Panic was blurring at the edges of his mind as he attempted to fight her off, but any attacks never landed as Fay swiftly moved through his mindscape.
Fay blinked out of his mindscape and met his eyes, “May the force be with you, Yan Dooku.” She breathed out before placing a hand on the ex-Jedi’s forehead and twisting sharply.
Revan’s POV:
The foolish excuse for a Sith Lord snarled in front of Revan, the dark thickening in the air, hatred boiling so strong it was shimmering in the corner of the room.
The Sith swung his lightsaber, and Revan tilted her chin up slightly. She was fatigued from being dragged through space and time and wouldn’t be able to escape the bonds in time, so she would face her death like a warrior. The blade screamed as it swung down, and the heat boiling in the room began to spill over into the air, condensing into a smog of Dark that suffocated the room.
The Sith’s blade stopped a hairbreadth from Revan’s throat, and as quickly as the smog had appeared, it vanished, a warmth washing through the room like the sun rising after a cool night.
“Throwing temper tantrums, are we Yan Dooku?” A woman's soft voice questioned as the Sith struggled against invisible bonds.
A Jedi stepped into the room, her eyes fixed on the Sith, hair fluttering around her as if a breeze swept through the cells. With her arrival, the Darkness that had been lingering was burnt by the glow of the sun, and the chill disappeared.
“You’re meant to be dead, Jedi Master Fay.” The Sith snarled furiously, struggling against his invisible bonds.
The Jedi- Fay- gave him a gentle smile and walked towards the Sith, warmth filling the room and brushing away the ehnoct that had been paining Revan since she had been dragged through the vergence. Revan kept one eye on the Jedi as she cupped the Sith’s face as she turned her attention to the edge of the runic circle, eyeing the poor job that the pathetic Sith had done.
Reaching out with dai, she traced around the barrier that surrounded her, feeling the rough and jagged edges of the rush job that had been done for the ritual that had opened the vergence. Feeling the boundaries of the barrier, Revan paused over a small chip in the invisible walls and drew back slightly before planting all of her attention on that chip and slamming into it with <qyasik. The barrier held for a second before shattering, along with the bonds that held her, and Revan glanced back at the Jedi standing in the centre of the room.
“May the force be with you, Yan Dooku.” The Jedi Fay said softly, placing a hand on the Sith’s forehead and twisting her wrist sharply.
Revan inhaled sharply as all of the darkness in the room was sucked into a black hole, and stared at the blank husk in the force where the Sith used to be.