Darth Tenebrus was still running, and his method of escape was brutally simple: constantly switching ships, changing routes, and darting through the incomparably complex forest of towers on Nal Hutta satellite.
He tried every possible way to put distance between them.
Because he knew that his pursuer's tracking method was just as crude—relying solely on that faint Force sense to maintain the hunt, relentlessly and without end!
For the moment, Darth Tenebrus had not attempted to leave Nal Hutta satellite by ship, mainly because he had yet to plan his next escape route. If he rashly left the chaotic, resource-rich Nal Hutta satellite, where one could find anything they needed, and was tracked down again, he would be hard-pressed to find another place as suitable for shaking pursuit.
He had to find a fast enough ship, exchange the currency on him for enough Upiupi coins, locate a sufficiently secret hyperspace route, and confirm his next hiding place. Ideally, he would also find a contact on the next planet to help settle him in.
Most importantly, he needed to obtain enough resources in a place like Nal Hutta, lest he be left utterly destitute after departing.
But his most pressing task now was to widen the gap as quickly as possible while the sense still remained. Only then would he have enough room to maneuver once the sense vanished.
Darth Tenebrus knew that his attempt to restore the Force earlier must have been sensed!
Because the one hunting him was himself!
That was right, himself!
More precisely, it was his former corpse! Yet inside that corpse, Darth Malthael had stuffed an utterly deranged soul—someone he had once known, but had never imagined still existed as a soul!
Darth Venamis... Darth Tenebrus's other apprentice.
After Darth Pregas, Darth Tenebrus's first apprentice, gradually