As Erebus learned more about his situation from his patron and the Sith getting enraged at the failings of their imperial allies, the Jedi and SIS have been receiving reports on Erebus' activities on Dromund Kaas. Most of the reports were eerily similar to what Imperial Intelligence had on him, but the spies in Imperial space were a bit more detailed than their original reports suggested.
They detailed on how some Sith and imperials didn't return from their excursion into the Dark Temple along with how Erebus managed to escape with relative ease. It was not like anything they understood before, but once the Jedi Council received the reports, most of them wore grave expressions.
One Jedi who didn't wear a grave expression just so happened to be Jedi Grandmaster Satele Shan.
She pondered over the report she received alongside her fellow masters, but something felt missing from the current picture. Satele understood that the very person they all felt unleash such a devastating attack using the Force was not in his right mind-almost like there was something lurking deep within his very core which forced this very act.
From what she herself could sense through her attunement in the Force, that darkness carried a hint of immense sadness and pain unlike any Sith Lord she had faced in the past-including Darth Malgus who slew her master years ago. It felt like she was suffocating under the sheer weight of such emotions though it barely lasted a moment when the event happened.
It was worrisome to learn that this man who could wield the Force so strongly while untrained in its ways had such intense emotions that it could affect the Living Force like it did. The only thing that redeemed things in her eyes was that this intensity was not aimed at the Jedi.
No, it felt more dangerous towards the dark side like the heat of a giant star warding the darkness around us.
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Unbeknownst to the Jedi on Tython or the Sith on Korriban, the very man they were paying attention to was nearing his destination of Korriban with the intent of learning all he could about the dark side-even if it meant breaking imperial law or encountering sith acolytes both within and outside of the sandy tombs.
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About three hundred years before the era of the Old Republic and the Galactic Civil War, an old woman whose heart was filled with the concept of betrayal had been slain on Malachor V. She died as was her role during that time to help guide the future of Meekra Surik to her destined fate, but this woman who died on Malachor hadn't realized that her role was now shifting once more.
Her consciousness-her soul if you will-was taken from her dying form at the moment of her death by the very same person who helped send Erebus into the galaxy. Not even the Force was capable of transmigrating souls from the past into the future, but this entity was able to do this quite easily.
However, he wanted her to know what she was getting herself into this time.
The details of this conversation are left unknown for the time being, but it is suffice to say that this woman who died three hundred years before the current time in which Erebus' story takes place had come to understand her new role was almost exactly what it was-just with a different person. That woman was Kreia or as she was known back then as Darth Trayia.
Armed with the knowledge of what she was meant to do, the man sent her off to Korriban. Obviously, he knew her nature and realized at the start she would use this chance to find out more about her student Revan's fate, but he didn't mind. With what he understood of Erebus' current trajectory, it would not be long before both of them would come to a mutual understanding.
That things were not as they seemed in the era of the Old Republic.
"Given a teacher who is wise to both sides of the Force and strong in her own right, what will you do now, Damian? It will not be long now before the Sith find you and set you on a collision course with the Jedi. When you finally attain enough strength in your cultivation, only then shall you be strong enough to deal with Voldemort and the Unforgiveable Curses which shall help you in the Empire and First Order. Keep on going, Damian. You are Terra's only hope," the man whispered into the void itself as he returned to where he came from.
After all, he had to deal with the Chronos Herald.