CHAPTER 35
The faint breeze reeked of death and made my black cape dance. I looked up to the sky. It was streaked with red and orange and, like burnt paper, the charred remains of my enemies filled the air around me. I walked among the survivors, striding merciless. I could feel the power surging at every agonizing scream. The Force vibrating my every cell in a symphony of pleasure. Each death a crescendo.
Now only Zui Mar remained. His ravaged legs bled profusely from the wounds inflicted by my sword. He slithered like a worm, knowing his demise was imminent, crawling to get away from me. When he finally realized that fleeing was pointless, a futile exercise in cowardice, he turned around and, in great pain, he raised his hand as a shield.
Without hesitation, I raise my hands, clad in
