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“Emperor Vitiate, your time is over,” snarled Revan who vowed, “My best friend and most trusted ally, Meetra, died in my arms because of you, and I will avenge her death.”
In a chorus-like voice, as he sat upon his dark throne, Vitiate taunted, “Revenge is not the Jedi way, my boy.”
“For too long, you’ve fed on the misery of others.
You’ve taken everything from me that’s precious and dear,” growled the Prodigal Knight, “no more, this ends now.”
The Emperor rose to his feet, “Young fool, this will end with your death.” raised his hands to shoulder height, and launched a catastrophically devastating lightning storm from his fingertips, “My life spans millennia! I am a God, no, I am a Devil!
To rule this galaxy is my birthright, and I will claim it.
Who are you that dares to oppose me!?”
Raising his fully extended right arm with the accompanying hand’s fingers spread, Revan drew the storm into his waiting grasp, absorbing its power as he did so, to the horror of his enemy.
“I am Revan Reborn, and before me you are nothing!” answered the Jedi Master who unleashed the full force of Vitiate’s attack back at him, causing an explosion of light upon collision.
As the light dimmed, the victorious Revan collapsed to the ground.
His body was smoking, his robes singed and burnt.
As for the Emperor, he was left no more than a pile of charred ash.