The deathly silence that seemed eternal was suddenly shattered.
Darth Vader, who had been meditating in the void, slowly descended. Even his signature heavy breathing seemed to halt at that moment.
His gaze locked firmly onto Luke.
Their eyes met in midair, and an intense yet silent clash erupted between them.
At that moment, everything around them became a blurred backdrop.
In their world, only each other remained.
Vader raised his mechanical hand and slowly removed his black helmet.
Beneath it was a face covered in scars, twisted by pain and dark power.
Yet at this moment, an exceptionally complicated smile appeared on that face—a mixture of surprise, admiration, and even a trace of warped gratification.
"You came... my son." His voice was hoarse, yet filled with madness.
Luke stared at his father's twisted face, his heart filled with countless conflicting emotions. Yet there was not the slightest hint of retreat in his eyes, and even the corner of his lips lifted in a calm smile.
"Yes, I came."
There were no more words.
The next moment, the two figures collided in an instant, as though they had transcended the limits of time and space!
There was no probing, no holding back! The father and son's first clash in years entered a fight to the death from the very beginning!
The dark energy Darth Vader swung forth was like tangible black lightning, carrying the aura of Destruction and despair. Wherever it passed, even space seemed to howl and shatter.
Luke's lightsaber traced a pure azure arc. Psionic energy flowed around him, forming an impregnable barrier and incomparably sharp counterattacks.
Every one of his strikes carried tolerance and guidance, yet also contained a resolute force capable of severing fate itself.
The aftermath of their battle formed a terrifying energy storm that