Kylo paced the empty throne room. The time since Crait had been a blur. His master was dead. Rey left him. He was Supreme Leader but his general wanted his head and his rank.

What did he need with a massive throne room? He needed to call his knights. He needed them here. This would be their room, a room to train in, to plan in. They were the only ones in the First Order he could trust.

His planning stopped when he felt a tingle along the back of his neck and the world grew quiet. He knew what he would see if he turned around.