The Archangel of Death's Challenge
A small group was walking across a desolate wasteland. All of them wore black cloaks and black metal masks, looking mysterious and terrifying.
Chilly winds blew past in shifting directions, impossible to discern, lifting their cloaks and revealing the tight black outfits beneath.
The two at the front were one tall and burly, the other short and stout. The short, stout one was none other than Sa-Kuis, the Dark Side Force user who had come with the Republic Expeditionary Fleet. The tall, burly one was Zhan-Droga.
They were among the earliest members of the Hand of the Chancellor, a Dark Side Force organization founded by Chancellor of the Republic Sheev Palpatine—also known as the Sith Lord Darth Sidious.
During this expedition, they had also been tasked with protecting the expeditionary force, fighting the Force experts of the Duchy of Dawn, and, should the opportunity arise, killing the Grand Duke of the Duchy of Dawn—the other Sith Lord, the Archangel of Death!
Fortunately, they had truly encountered the Archangel of Death.
Unfortunately, the Archangel of Death had truly come...
The land beneath their feet had been grassland and scrub just a few hours ago. Though ravaged by war, those flecks of green had still stubbornly pushed through, displaying life's final defiance.
But now, it had become a land of death.
Desolate, cold, silent... everything was gray and lifeless, without even a trace of color that could be called vivid!
This was a world of death!
There had once been four Legions of Republic clone troopers operating in this direction. Two of those Legions had now completely lost contact, while substantial numbers of subordinate units in the other two had also gone silent.
Sa-Kuis knew this was the Archangel of Death's declaration of war!
He had turned