Hatred and Anger

Darth Lilim fought with increasing ferocity, lightning nearly forming a storm around her body!

Yet even so, she still could not shake Master Shen-Jon's defense. Shen-Jon's swordsmanship was impenetrable, and it seemed to contain a terrifying fury as well.

"I remember now. You're Edra Kestis. It seems you didn't die—and you've fallen to the Sith!" Shen-Jon said through gritted teeth.

"You have that potential too. Why not come join us?" Darth Lilim tossed him a flirtatious look.

"I will never stand with traitors and butchers!" Shen-Jon shouted. His swordsmanship suddenly changed, becoming even more violent.

"Seventh Form lightsaber combat... Vaapad. You're Windu's disciple." Darth Lilim recognized his technique.

"This will be your final battle!" Shen-Jon's attacks grew sharper and sharper. Even Darth Lilim could feel the anger in his heart steadily rising.

In just a few minutes, the tide of battle had reversed. Darth Lilim was forced back step by step. She gave Shen-Jon a deep look, an imperceptible smile appearing at the corner of her lips, then suddenly retreated. Dozens of B-2 super battle droids rushed forward and opened fire wildly at Shen-Jon.

While he was busy dealing with them, Darth Lilim had already run over to Sefrans Tann and hoisted her up. She did not forget to use the Force to pick up Tann's severed right arm before swiftly returning behind her own lines. Countless droids then surged forward, making the distance between the two sides impossible to cross.

Watching their retreating figures vanish, Shen-Jon fell helplessly to his knees. He lifted Stam-Ris's headless corpse into his arms and let out a grief-stricken howl at the sky. "Aaaaaaahhhhh!!!!"

Back at the command center, Qian Phineas, the Confederacy of Independent Systems general directing the battle, was shocked by Tann's condition. "What happened to General Tann?"

"She used her hand