CHAPTER 29
Lord Drown advanced with his head hung low, eyes fixed on the prize, fierce as a hound. Following him, two dozen troopers marched, weapons in hand, unaware of the terrible way he had disposed of their predecessors.
A tumultuous hum, resembling waves crashing in a storm, spread through the bystanders and passers-by on the first level. Like a swarm of insects, men, women, and children all fled terrified while the soldiers from the Empire invaded the streets of the block, opening a passage through the crowd.
Drown felt the fear in their hearts and used it to nurture his dark side. He sensed the Force pervade him and course through his flesh, sealing his wounds. His muscles regained strength, ready to erupt in combat again, but he was not able to placate his mind, which was still
