The Final match of the Grand Masters Tournament takes place on the ruins of what once served as the heart and foundation of the Dark Jedi Brotherhood. A landscape desecrated by an ancient ritual of destruction, charred buildings have been reduced to rubble. The remains of a once great temple and it surrounding discourse still “burn” to this day.

The ruins and remains of Antei around the Dark Temple are littered with rubble and decay. Tall spires have been toppled and withered with corrosion from the planet's periodic dust storms. The once great Dark Hall is mired with collapsed pillars and door frames. The last remants of life are scattered and covered in layers of ash; broken furniture, fractured machinery and combusted equipment littering the apocalyptic palette of grays and greens.

Echoes of the past haunt the now desolate graveyard of a planet. Wild winds whip through the hollow landscape with harrowing howls, a sense of death and finality hanging heavy in the air. This aura is neither dark or light, but stands as living effigy to the destructive power a sole individual unleashed on an entire system.

What better place for two fighters to decide their fate? What better grounds to determine the Grand Master's Champion?