Darth Malthael rode his speeder bike to the gate of Pelek-Baw City, where he saw several soldiers who should have been guarding the checkpoint wildly firing into the surrounding crowd. Their faces were twisted in terror as they screamed while shooting, "Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!!"
Then their eyes fell on Darth Malthael, and their expressions became even more terrified. Pointing in his direction, they howled, "De... dead man! Dead man!!"
"Kill it!"
They swung their guns toward him.
But just as they were about to pull the triggers, a dark figure suddenly dropped from the sky! Almost at the same instant, crack! Crack!! Several powerful bolts of Force lightning struck, accurately knocking every blaster rifle from their hands!
The figure then flitted among the soldiers like a butterfly, its crimson Lightsaber reaping life after life.
Only after the last crazed soldier had been slain did the figure come before Darth Malthael and kneel respectfully. "Master, I hope these dreamers did not disturb you."
The newcomer was none other than Darth Lilim.
Darth Malthael had not moved throughout, merely watching the show. He glanced at Darth Lilim and asked coolly, "What is the situation in the city?"
"The Planet's Dreamscape on Haruun Kal has begun spreading wildly. Everyone who has come into contact with the jungle has started dreaming, then gone mad. Several thousand people in the city have gone insane, attacking others without warning. It seems that, in their eyes, everyone around them is a monster," Darth Lilim said seriously. "Several team leaders are among the madmen, but in my judgment, the city should be able to deal with all the dreamers before dawn."
Darth Malthael looked at her and suddenly asked, "You are dreaming too? This is not like you. It is more like the