Darth Malthael rose from the stasis pod. Freed from the restraints of this artifact, also forged through Sith Alchemy, the terrifying Death Force instantly spread outward.
The white condensation mist was quickly stained black by that immense power. Rather than dispersing, it thickened and spread farther into the distance!
A group of workers had just finished their day's work. They returned to the changing room, took off their protective gear, changed into their usual clothes, and lined up beside the time clock to punch out.
Although Rendili Planet was engulfed in chaos and violence, many places still continued their work in an orderly fashion. This inconspicuous little industrial zone was one such place. There were not many people working here, and the factory produced nothing remarkable—a small industrial welding torch designed for installation on maintenance droids.
The workers walked in twos and threes, discussing whether to go out for a drink, talking about the recent situation on Rendili Planet, and wondering whether the fighting among those lofty bigwigs would affect their pay this month.
But they had no idea that the Reaper had already descended.
Black mist rolled silently beneath their feet. The surrounding lights suddenly flickered violently, then exploded one after another with a bang! bang! bang! The ground around them instantly turned black and withered. Wooden benches rotted into dregs within seconds!
Yet despite such drastic changes, the workers seemed utterly unaware. They merely stood there without moving, their bodies swaying gently.
Suddenly, one of the workers raised his head and let out a terrifying howl! The flesh all over his body had already decayed and dried up, making him look like a mummified corpse that had been dead for years! His withered, clouded eyes gleamed with feral savagery!
They had been turned into undead creatures by the