Oh he could truly see.Īges ago now, it felt like, had he crossed a similar threshold upon the promise of destiny. He may not have had sight but he could see. One by one they ascended, led by what could only be described as a consumptive void, a blackened maw that swallowed everything it touched in it's own dark emotion, all light that was drawn in died and thus the figure that held such a presence akin to miasma would allow no such light to continue to exist.
That same symbol hung freely from each and every one of their hips, dark cloth swaying back and forth over their unique casings. Within each idol's stonework grasp was a symbol, an object that represented a civilized weapon for a more civilized age, a tool no Jedi could be without. Statues passed them by, each one adorned with images of various figures from the past, heroic and of great stature. Black robes flickered and whipped against the windy night sky, shrouded men and women each masking their faces under the hooded veil began to march in unison up the long stair.
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