887, Dreamscape, Illusion (III)
In this regard, Darth Malthael and Darth Sidious were indeed very similar, though they differed in some ways. The former needed to develop and rely upon the Fourth Civilization, while to the latter, whether the Galactic Republic or the Galactic Empire, both were merely tools.
Yet at this moment, Haruun Kal's dreamscape was growing ever stronger and deeper. Even Darth Malthael began to see more things that filled him with dread.
The source of his power, and... its essence...
That's right. What did I see? What did I gain? What did I give?
Before I opened my eyes in the medical pod aboard the Kushan Mothership...
On Planet Dagobah, he had received the answer to the previous question.
What had Darth Pregas seen when he named him? Why had he given him the name Darth Malthael?
He saw me...
Within that river of the Force, Darth Pregas had seen Tang Xiao.
That "Tang Xiao" had given Darth Pregas the name—Malthael.
"If the true owner of this name were standing before me, even I would feel fear. The fact that it bestowed this name upon you should carry a deeper meaning..." Darth Pregas's words from back then echoed around him.
The one who had told him that name, who had given him that name, was Tang Xiao—and yet, not Tang Xiao.
Another spacetime? Or someone who had assumed his appearance?
That was already the next question.
At this moment, Darth Malthael did not resist the dreamscape. Instead, he embraced it. Just as he had on Planet Dagobah, he calmly faced his past, his future, and his fate...
"...You have brought far too many disasters to this Milky Way Galaxy! Countless innocent people have died because of you! You will pay the price!" A righteous voice rang out.