Arkan gathered up the bodies of the slain and put them on pikes standing around the edges of the town. The Dark ruled here now. Filthy sniveling Ghealdan refugees wouldn't find comfort when they saw this place. Arkan burned any stores and warehouses as he went. He and Darth left Tolveor in a metal cage suspended above the town square with no food or water. A sacrifice to the Great Lord. He saw all, and He would enjoy the days of thirst and starvation ahead for the townsman. And for Arkan himself, there was something satisfying, some perverse pleasure, anytime he got to to say "lock him up!"
Arkan and Darth then parted ways. They would destroy the countryside, burning the forests and the fields, basking in the glory of the Great Lord. In two weeks' time, they would arrive separately at a new town bringing the Dark and ready to start again.