Madness

Darth Pregas's rotting corpses swarmed forward, pouncing on Darth Malthael. But this time, he did not wait helplessly for death. The Lightsaber in his hand was unstoppable, carving a bloody path through countless walking corpses!

Force lightning flashed, reducing corpse after corpse to charred husks. A Force wave crashed out, blasting entire swathes of corpses apart.

He had not brought Kresh's Gauntlet with him on this trip, because the one he had come to face was himself.

Darth Pregas's corpses seemed nearly endless, and Darth Malthael's slaughter never paused for an instant. He fought his way deeper, cutting down thousands upon thousands of rotting corpses. Even for a Sith Lord, such exhaustion was difficult to endure.

But the killing did not stop.

After the corpses he slew fell, they dissolved into stinking pools of black water that seeped into the ground and vanished. Yet before long, a fresh corpse would crawl out from the very spot where that black water had been.

There were simply too many of them. They were immensely strong and felt virtually no pain, surging at him in an unending tide. Darth Malthael's palms, back, and feet were covered in bite wounds. Many times, he had no choice but to force his way through the corpses.

Step by step, he advanced deeper into the cave.

The crimson Lightsaber illuminated the dark cavern. Under that constantly swaying blood-red glow, the demons and monsters lurking in the darkness appeared all the more terrifying.

At this moment, the wraiths under Darth Malthael's control unexpectedly proved remarkably effective. They actually began devouring Darth Pregas's corpses, boring directly into their bodies and gnawing wildly. Corpses bitten by the wraiths shriveled at once, then turned into drifting ash and vanished completely, never to rise again.

As the wraiths grew more numerous and