His apprentice left the dream world in a hurry. Maul did as well there was no telling what lurked in the darkness and shadows. He sighed waking up. His cybernetic legs always acted up in the morning or the middle of the night, it depended on when he woke up. Ezra was key in Maul's fate, he didn't realize it on Malachor but Maul realized it now. He grabbed his Lighrsaber and headed down to the hold of the Madalorian Gauntlet or as he named it, The Nightbrother after his clan. His thoughts went back to the human boy. Ezra would be his apprentice one day and his weak willed Jedi master wouldn't get in the way of  the boy's destiny. Or Maul's own.