Ziost was still and quiet as the night grew darker on the ancient Sith planet. Even through the dark side filled forest there was no noise - just quiet. Revan looked upon the ancient Sith fortresses, crumbling buildings that once contained the horde of Sith that had fled there from Korriban.
It was this planet that had drawn to Revan, for the planet was a haven of the dark side. It was a only year after Revan had defeated Malak when he came back here, to these places of dark power. He stretched out through the force, touching the edges of the evil auras that surrounded these buildings.
But elsewhere, he could feel another presence. There were still Jedi alive, and foremost among them, he could almost feel the Exile.