He stands alone ontop of the highest peak on Ziost. As his anger builds the cold air around him begins to warm up. His blood is burning as he balls his hands into a fist. His knuckles crack his eyes go red.
The mountain begins to shake from the base and stones begin to roll down the mountain top. They start off small but soon larger pieces fall.
His mind wanders to those that call themselves sith, those that claim to be of the darkside but carry a light with them as a guide. A voice echos in his head telling him to punish the unpure, bath them in the flames of their own ruin.
He levetates a few feet off the top of the mountain and moves away as the mountain begins to crumble. He watches from the sky as the dust begins to settle and nothing but a pile of ash remains of the mountain. Lord Nephlium laughs as he levitates back to his ship to purify the galaxy of it's own stupidity.