2236, Blood Knight
The one meditating there was none other than one of the former leaders of the Jedi Order, the revered Jedi Master who had later founded the Blood Knights with his own hands—Mace Windu!
He wore no shirt, kneeling on the floor like a mountain, his eyes closed in meditation.
The left half of his face was covered by mechanical apparatus. His mechanical left eye emitted a scarlet glow, and the machinery extended downward all the way to his seventh vertebra. The fusion of machine and flesh was chilling to behold.
His muscles were as hard as rock and as perfect as sculpture, rising and falling rhythmically with his breathing. The leaf-shaped mechanical devices along his spine also opened and closed without cease.
No one knew what he had experienced in his meditation, but Mace Windu was now drenched in sweat, a thin mist steaming off him from his excessive body temperature. Powerful Dark Side Force swirled around his body, giving off a faint blood-red radiance.
After a moment, Mace Windu suddenly opened his eyes. The powerful force around him instantly withdrew. He rose to his feet and gave his body a slight shake, evaporating every drop of sweat from his skin.
Mace Windu let out a long breath, then picked up a coarse brown cloak from beside him and casually draped it over himself.
"Master Windu..." Seeing this, the officer lowered his head deeply.
"You said Mandalore is about to descend into civil war?" Mace Windu's low voice carried a trace of electronic distortion.
"Yes," the officer said. "Pre Vizsla has returned to the Concordia satellite for nearly half a year. There are signs that he is mobilizing troops. More than three million soldiers have already gathered on Concordia, which has clearly exceeded the needs of defending