The journey was inspiring to Sedriss, for very few men ever saw the inner realm of this Temple and lived to speak of it. The enigmatic man never spoke, almost as if he was being guided by an even darker purpose. They arrived in front of a most unusual door, adorned in sith heiroglyphics but having no handles.
The shadowy guide produced a brilliant sith dagger of untold age, flinging it into the door. His words indicated that this was Sedriss's task alone.
Inquisitor Jas, please remain here with our host. I will go alone.
Eerily the doors swung open, revealing a dark inner chamber bathed in a flickering glow of light. Standing tall and proud as only his forefather would, Sedriss Sadow walked inside the holy shrine. He sensed an undesricable and unfathomable power within, watching and expecting his arrival. For an instant his heart stopped, as words, laced with a daggers edge, pierced his soul.
Greetings my son!
Slowly the light began to reveal a figure, almost as if this man coalesced out of the darkside itself. Sedriss walked closer not knowing why but seemingly compelled by instinct and heritage. The twisted mind of Naga seemed to speak to him.
Go....he is your father.......he will reveal all....It is your destiny.....
The once orphaned sith now knew what the darkness had in store for him. His cold voice dripped with blackness but remained respectful, for the being in his midst could destroy whole words if he so desired.
What is thy bidding Father?