CHAPTER 9
“The echoing in the force is back. She is alive!” Sorran whispered to himself. He was sitting in the cargo hold of the imperial ship while Gilgard stared at him as if he were presented with a terrifying portent.
The Dark Lord’s body was almost charred. One could see the exposed flesh under the blackened scabs that fused with the cloth of his uniform. Any other man still capable of breathing would have been in unspeakable agony. But that creature was still moving effortlessly, without even uttering a sigh or a lament.
He had been gazing for a few seconds at the stars. A bundle of luminescent streaks in hyperspace outside the porthole. Those eyes, black and frightening, stared at the light. They seemed capable of swallowing it all in.
“Do you want me to personally escort you to
