The group paused once more as they observed the change in the path texture, Kytra’s jaw falling slack as she took in the crumpled ruins before her. 
“Wow…this is, stunning.”
“Well, the Sith were nothing if not ostentatious.” Aria admitted with a wry grin, knowing she herself had once been just as guilty of that sin as any other Sith. Beside her, Chwuq rumbled uneasily, the spines on the Tuk'ata’s shoulders rattling to show her agitation as she looked down upon the building. Taral was still hanging around at the back beside Yerbol, but he seemed no less ill at ease than his mate. 
“Boss… Answers, inside?” she asked slowly. The Champion nodded slowly. 
“We hope so. Come on, let's get a closer look.” 
Cautiously, the Qyaari made their way down the cliffside towards the building, their feet touching the smoother marble pathway before another flurry of visions appeared to affect all of them, although Yerbol got the brunt of it this time. Aria and the apprentices turned sharply in time to watch him teeter precariously backwards, only not falling to the floor due to Taral’s quick reaction of shoving his body weight back against the Champion to keep him upright. A few more moments passed and he opened his eyes again. 
“Well, we know we're on the right track, at least.” Aria smiled thinly. “We should go further in, they clearly mean to show us something once we do.”

Yerbol reached towards her through their bond then, seeking reassurance of his own. Aria turned to smile faintly at her partner, reaching to take his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. 
[i]Together. [/i]She echoed. [i]Always. We can do this, we just have to find Revan and the Exile. [/i]

That would be no mean feat, of course. As always. 

The group lingered for another few moments to allow Yerbol to recover, then carefully picked their way over the debris to make their way into the ruins. It was a relief to step under the archway and finally get away from the eerie, green lava substance that looked like it could eat the flesh off their bones. 
Not that the interior fared any better. Aside from the dishevelled, ruined outer appearance of everything…the dull, burnished steel floors and walls, and the ghastly, blood red light fixtures adorned into both the floors and the walls - several of which had been cracked, likely in the last explosion - there was something else here, the Force moved strangely, almost…pulsating, like a heartbeat. A looming, powerful sense of dread, a pull that sucked them deeper in, pulling the Qyaari towards its very heart. 

The antechamber veered sharply in both directions on either side of them, and Aria was the first to pause, looking from one direction to the next as she tried to determine which way they should go. Splitting up was out of the question, they-


[i]This place is ancient, a relic that survived the destruction of Malachor. It was always here, far before the Mandalorian Wars. It draws death and hate to it, channels it. 

Sounds like the Star Forge. 

Perhaps. They built it, to protect their Empire from the Other Ones. We too, came here. Kreia was our leader. She believed this place would hold the power we needed-

Many Jedi have been drawn in to this place, and fallen-

Are you sure we should be here, Master? The Jedi would not approve. 
They never do, Malak. But the power here…it will win us this war and save the galaxy. 

You came to save the galaxy, Revan, and you couldn't even save yourself. What a failure you are. 

Where is she, Sion? Where is Kreia? 

Deeper. Into the heart. 
[/i]
“Into the heart.” Aria snapped back into the present to realise that she had been drifting away from the rest of the group towards the Eastern door, repeating the last phrase out loud. Yerbol’s jaw slackened as he looked at her, the Champion uttering softly:
“I heard that, too. In my last visions.”
“So, it must go further down somehow…but how do we get down there?” Kytra squeaked, wide eyed as she looked between their mentors. 
“We'll just have to keep going.” Aria placed her palm flat onto the archway, jolting backwards with a yelp of surprise as another shock of energy jolted through her being. 

[i]A staircase, spiralling ever lower, perhaps to the planet’s core…the pair descend, standing side by side before the large, ornate red dias. She flinches, clutching her head and gritting her teeth as she fights down the memories. 

Back here again. Why here? 

This is where it all began, my friend. It will lead us to the end. [/i]

Aria swallowed, wiping the sweat from her brow as she looked back at the trio. “Down. We have to go down.”
Kytra’s spine straightened, a barely audible gasp leaving the Selonian before she turned to Yerbol sharply and blurted out: 
“It's a circle. A big circle, I just saw it. It doesn't matter which way we go around, it'll take us to the end. Like Master Aria says, down. Into the heart.”
The Champion huffed, taking a deep breath as she steeled herself. 
“Here we go, then.”