The Labyrinth seemed more complicated since the evil had flooded its tunnels. The twists and turns seem to be filled with illusions, secrets, and whispers. Raavik was unaffected at first but the whispers grew louder it seemed the closer he got to the heart of the labyrinth. 

It seemed that he toiled in this fashion for hours, searching for the hidden door. The words, at first were unintelligible; but the farther he got the more the words expressed doubt and fear.

“Discard your cloak and let us become one.” The wraith whispered clearly through the others. “Let us be protected from the unfriendly voices.”

Raavik thought this over for a moment only, for he knew the power that the Nexus could have provided. If he was to seek that power again then he would become the true Apostle once again. Instead of completely getting rid of the cloak he rather just tossed it back and revealed the gray nature of the Nexus and the halls became their dim light once again. The voices were silenced. 

Raavik Nexus found it much easier to transverse the labyrinth. Having the power of the Nexus being passed through him Raavik felt the power move him and push him along. He felt more conflicted with wanting to do evil, to hurt and maim, to intimidate and fear. He felt that the pressure was too much, the separation was not calm and gentle like it had been in the past. No, this separation was terrifying and painful. The two opposing forces could not exist within the same space. The wraith and the Apostle separated outside of the hidden door.

“It seems that my power has grown too dark for your body. You will have to face this evil without me in you. But you will still have command of the Force and your lightsaber. The door is there. Go in, bring it back to balance and seal the door once again.” The wraith was now separated but no less useful. Its aura was definitely darker and more dreaded.

Raavik entered the obsidian lined room. There in front of the altar sat three figures chanting. In their chanting they seemed to be counteracting the chanting of the Jedi holocrons that sat on the altar. The Sith holocron that sat above those leaked its foul energy out through the tunnels and into the library, thus infecting the rest of the hordes, and in essence the wraith of the Nexus.

Morgan, the young Twi’lek that Keely had brought from Tatooine, sat in the middle of the trio. A dark Jedi sat on either side of her. Their chants grew in power and the darkside became overwhelming. 

Raavik had his lightsaber in hand and approached the three. The two dark Jedi stood up and drew out their own lightsabers, they flashed on blood red. They almost seemed invisible in the glow of the red holocron. 

Raavik did not turn on his lightsaber, for he knew the weight that it bore. The weight of taking a life and throwing himself out of balance for a second that would be condemning in a duo duel. He instead raised his handle up in a defensive posture that showed that he was ready to fight. 

The two rushed forward and swung their blades down and through with little regard for what they hit. Slashing wildly for they were unsure of how the Apostle would fight.

Raavik had not been in many fights, indeed, he had always let Keely do the battling when they were off of the Nexus. But his battle style was almost unique in and of itself. For he fought with the Force of the Nexus as his truest ally. 

The red sabers swung wildly in the small room. The silver saber rarely made an appearance as Raavik dodged and moved and used Force powers to allow himself the minimum safe distance. The three men danced around each other, none of them really engaged in battle. He was on the defensive, always on the defensive. The blades were moving around too wildly for him to engage a killing blow. Opportunity rarely shows its head, but when it reared its head back the silver flashed and a body went limp. Almost as the sound of the body hit the ground, the silver flashed again and the battle was over.