"It's a spaceship? Then it looks like we found the right place." Zerakas said. "There are still plenty of traces of Lightsaber combat here. Residual Force energy, Lightsaber slashes, the roars of souls... and, more importantly..."
As he spoke, Zerakas raised a hand and lightly tapped the air. An astonishing sight appeared—within the patch of air his finger touched, a pitch-black ghostly face emerged!
The ghostly face let out a silent roar, then vanished into thin air.
"Such a powerful artifact would naturally not remain unknown," Zerakas said.
Darth Malthael nodded. Even he could not compare to the ability Zerakas had displayed. As expected of the Shelak Tribe, which specialized in guarding and excavating all kinds of Relics among the Protoss tribes. They truly had their own unique methods for exploring and studying Relics.
It was like when he had fought Master Windu before. Although he had known before crossing over that Master Windu possessed the ability of Shatterpoint, which seemed to him like a combination of Remilia and Flandre's abilities—able to see both the fracture points of objects and the fracture points of fate—
In actual combat, however, even with countless preparations, he had still been shaken by that terrifying power. He understood that his strengths lay in the Life Force, the Power of Eternal Life, and Death Force. If it came to swordsmanship, though, he was inherently a step below Master Windu.
Of course, there were many things he could do that Master Windu would never be able to touch in his lifetime—this was the talent of the Force.
Within this Death Dungeon filled with death, Darth Malthael had already discovered that his Death Force was being severely disrupted. These Rakghouls could not actually be considered the dead! They were a form of life, eternal life controlled by