1426, Fated Death
"Hehehehe... Hahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!!!" Beneath that sliver of starry sky, Darth Malthael threw back his head and laughed wildly.
He knew he had succeeded.
Darth Tenebrus possessed no talent whatsoever for Sith magic, but he had unparalleled computational ability, as well as...
Supreme Lightsaber mastery!
That was right! Although Darth Tenebrus had rarely engaged in direct combat throughout his life, he had still been one of the top three Lightsaber masters in the entire Milky Way Galaxy of his time!
It was also he who had trained Darth Pregas, who was proficient in the Seven Forms of Lightsaber Combat and equally exceptional with a blade!
The Soul of Vengeance occupying Tenebrus's body should naturally possess such swordsmanship as well.
And this time, Darth Malthael knew he had succeeded!
He slowly walked over and stood before the dying Soul of Vengeance, watching him gradually weaken at his feet, watching him walk step by step toward death.
In a voice as deep as an abyss, Darth Malthael slowly said, "Your body belongs to Darth Tenebrus... That is your only identity... But one body cannot possess two souls! Kill him. Kill Darth Tenebrus! Only then will you become the sole master of this body! Only then will your existence have meaning..."
"Kill him! Take everything he has! Seize everything from him! Then... you will become... Darth Tenebrus..." Darth Malthael's voice seemed to pierce straight through the soul!
The Soul of Vengeance glared with rage. He could no longer speak, and it was impossible to know how much of Darth Malthael's words he had heard, but his eyes contained boundless hatred and unwillingness.
Before he could draw his final breath, a surge of Life Force suddenly arrived, injecting fresh vitality into the Soul of Vengeance's dying body.
"Hehehehe! Darth Tenebrus! Accept it