Darth Nihilus

The air thickens as the figure emerges from the shadows, cloaked in black, a presence so oppressive that even the dim light seems to recoil. His form is tall, slender, and unyielding—an enigma wrapped in the dark folds of his tattered robes. No words are spoken. No sound disturbs the stillness. He stands there, perfectly still, yet the weight of his gaze presses against your very soul. “…”