"No, no, they can't be." He pointed to where the stone carving had once been. 
"See? That language, couldn't you read it? It talked about this chamber being the last one in all of the known galaxy to possess knowledge of the Heralds, the true Sith." As the words tumbled out of him, he realized that what he was saying was both foreign and familiar, distant and close. He had never studied anything about things called "Heralds", but it was as if he was intimately familiar with their cause, their struggles to regain control of a lost Sith Empire that was rightfully their own. 

He walked to Leoria, peering over her shoulder to find that the scroll she claimed was blank had a flowing script emblazoned in an orange hue, the letters glowing off the page. Reading aloud, he began at the top of the section Leoria was examining:
"The space and time that the Empire occupies is wasted. Their true potential is left undisturbed as they meander through their empty hallways and meaningless accolades. We have tried. We have tried so many times to enlighten them, but they refuse us. They lock the very essence of Sith beneath their supposed home planet. We retreat for now, recede into the folds of space. We will return when the time is right, when the balance of the Sith must be restored. Then and only then can the galaxy be reclaimed." A slight chill snaked down his spine, settling at his lower back, unwilling to go away. 
"They're going to come back, Ria...they were always going to come back, they-" 

[i]They stand on the precipice of actuality, the final convulsion of the Empire complete. His dark crimson colored face broke into a smirk, tendrils pierced with the rings demarcating him as their head, their true Master. they[/i]

He was slumped against the wall, hands at this temples. 
"They won't stop, they're coming, they're coming, they have to be here." His eyes wildly looked around the room, body trembling. 
"We have to get back, have to, have to..." The wall he was bracing against began to feel...tingly? Almost like an electric current was running through it. He stood up as much as he could, hands visibly crackling with energy. 
"What..."