He listened to the words of prophecy slithering from the siths mouth, coming from a face that was identical to his. The Sadow bloodline was flourishing once again, bathing Ziost in the memories of the past and the visions of the future. His eyes widened at the sight of the original armor, dagger and sword worn by Naga Sadow.
He removed his own utilities and carefully put the ancient relics on his massive body. They fit perfectly, melding physically but also merging with his soul. It seemed as if the heirlooms retained some of Naga's spirit, infusing itself into the blood of Sedriss.
Maims words danced in his mind as a vision appeared, revealing a strong and united sith nation, standing tall and vengeful against all those who opposed them. The darkside swirled around him, as if it were blessing him with the powers and relics bestowed upon him this day.
I will unite the sith order into an empire reminiscent of the old. We shall emerge from deaths door as a fiery phoenix, reborn into this world and forged by anger and rage. I am honored to fulfill this task and any who oppose us shall die a heretics death.
His black silk robes gave a deathly look to the new Dark lord of the Sith, as his silvery armor glistened in the candle light. Kneeling before Lord Maim, his mind spoke.
Father, what shall become of you?