Zereth Prime – Gate of Convergence
Ash fell like snow.
The sky above the Seed Throne had split open—ribbons of Force lightning carved through the upper atmosphere, painting the world in aurorae born of ancient power.
A single ship descended through the storm.
The Silent Wrath.
It landed with perfect precision beside the obsidian causeway. The ramp opened slowly.
Ahsoka Tano stepped out.
Her cloak was gone.
Her armor was sleek—gray, edged in white. A new saber hung at her hip, curved, refined. Her montrals were longer now, scarred by war. Her eyes glowed faintly—not with darkness.
But with purpose.
Serion waited alone at the gate, arms folded behind his back.
"You came," he said.
"You called," she replied.
"The Jedi lost you. The war broke you."
"No," Ahsoka said quietly. "They abandoned truth. You only picked up what they left behind."
A pause.
"You know what I want."
"And what is that?" Serion asked.
She stepped forward.
"To end the lie. To see what comes after."
Serion studied her.
Then nodded.
"Then rise, apprentice. We begin at the end."
Orbit of Zereth Prime – Hours Later
Space twisted.
A tear in reality bloomed like a dying sun. It did not open—it forced itself into being.
And from it fell Taliya Marr.
Her body was suspended in light, limbs limp, head tilted upward. She should have burned.
But she didn't.
Instead, she shone.
The Force pulsed through her like a living storm. Her hair floated around her. Her voice echoed before her lips moved.
"Serion. The Balance has spoken."
In her eyes were the Mortis gods—fragments of ancient will made flesh.
"You are the wound."
Zereth Prime – The Throne Plateau
Serion felt her arrival before the sensors registered her.
He stepped out into the open, Ahsoka beside him.
"What is she?" Ahsoka whispered.
"A vessel," Serion said. "The last gambit."
"By who?"
"By the Force."
Lightning lanced from the sky as Taliya descended.
She no longer moved like a person. Every gesture bent gravity. Every breath distorted the air. The Light and Dark flared within her but without conflict. She was no longer Jedi. No longer Taliya.
She was the Force Incarnate.
The Battle Begins
Taliya struck first.
A shockwave of pressure detonated across Zereth Prime, ripping spires from the earth and vaporizing an entire mountain range. Serion raised a hand and the attack folded, redirected into orbit.
A moon shattered.
Ahsoka was flung backward. She hit a canyon wall and vanished from sight.
Taliya advanced, eyes glowing like twin stars.
"You were not meant to rise," she said.
"I was not meant to kneel," Serion answered.
He charged.
The Duel – Beyond Force
It was not lightsabers.
Not even powers.
It was will.
Each strike cracked the crust of the planet.
Each counter unraveled nearby reality.
Winds screamed. Oceans boiled. The Seed Chamber at the planet's core pulsed in panic, its ancient algorithms unable to parse the scale of the conflict.
Serion moved with impossible speed, layers of armor forming and breaking with every blow. Taliya's limbs were coated in radiant armor, her strikes guided by unseen patterns of destiny.
The sky turned black.
And then
White.
Mortis Intervention
Time stilled.
Three shapes descended.
The Daughter.
The Son.
The Father.
The Mortis gods, avatars of Balance, Light, and Darkness, stood in the void between blows.
"Enough," the Father said. "This war breaks the fabric of what binds us all."
"He must fall," the Daughter whispered.
"Or ascend," the Son grinned.
Taliya turned, her voice layered with a thousand Jedi before her.
"Help me."
But before they could answer
Serion struck.
A spiral of Seed-forged Force energy lashed out, severing the connection between Taliya and the gods.
The Daughter screamed as her form fractured.
The Son snarled and leapt.
Serion caught him mid-air and shattered his essence with a wordless pulse.
The Father reached toward him
"What are you?"
"The end of prophecy," Serion answered.
And wounded him.
Not fatally.
But permanently.
The Mortis gods fled.
The Force recoiled.
The End of Taliya
Taliya now alone fell.
Her body, free of the gods, crumpled. Her saber shattered at her side. Her voice returned to one.
"Why…?"
Serion stood above her, his form cracked and smoking, but unbeaten.
"Because you believed in something that stopped believing in you."
Taliya reached out.
He knelt beside her.
For a moment, he looked almost human.
"I was your friend," she said.
"You were," he replied. "That's why I made it quick."
A pulse.
Silent.
She was gone.
Aftermath – Cracked Sky
The battle scarred the system.
Three planets destabilized.
One was gone swallowed by the rift the gods left behind.
Zereth Prime held barely.
Ahsoka stood atop a fractured spire, watching Serion descend into the Seed Chamber.
She said nothing.
She just followed.
Elsewhere – Coruscant, Jedi Temple Ruins
Master Yoda trembled in meditation.
He saw it all.
The gods broken.
The Force bleeding.
And a new darkness not wild, not cruel but inevitable.
"Failed, we have."
He opened his eyes.
"And yet... hope remains."
Zereth Prime – Throne of Ascension
Serion sat again.
Whole.
Alone.
Victorious.
The galaxy had tipped.
And there was no going back.