She waited in her ice temple. Her corruptness had taken over her. Her thoughts were that only of the exile, if maybe they had been killed by Traya, or survived. This was all just a thought however, and nothing more would come to her. Atris had no more handmaidens, as they were killed by the exile. Her luck had just about ended, and death was her destiny.
All of a sudden, a beam of red light appeared around Atris. It nearly blinded here, but out came smoke, and a mysterious figure appeared before her. But this was a familiar face, a face that had haunted her since the Mandalorian Wars, and this face was Darth Traya. Atris moved backwards on her hands, looking scared. Traya moved towards her, and then started to speak. 'Atris. I have come for you.' Atris grunted continuosly in fear. 'You. The exile. You didn't kill the exile did you?' Traya shook her head. 'No. I am dead. The exile has escaped. Malachor is no more.' Atris got up, no longer in fear. 'So what do you want?', she asked the Sith Lord. All of a sudden, a mysterious figure began to appear. It revealed a Sith, and Traya looked angry. 'Kill her', she then said, and the Sith took out their lightsaber, running for Atris.
Atris took out her lightsaber in order to defend herself. She blocked every attack, and with one final swing, she killed the Sith. Traya dissapeared. Atris looked around the room, scared. She fell on her knees, knowing this was her final end. With one final breath and a tear, she fell to the ground. This was her final end.