The sight drove me insane, blood splattered across the field of where civilization had flourished, completely butchered by the once heroic figure, Anakin. It all happened so quick for where we once were on a mission to join forces with Anakin, only to be met in a horrific, inevitable manslaughter across multiple kingdoms. Including my own, the place where i’ve been raised, abolished in seconds by troops of, not men..but those of the deceased. Now, I traversed through mountains of corpses that stared at me in neither awe nor misery, bathing my shoes into their crimson pools of blood. The prevailing question in my mind, "Why have I been spared?", was swiftly replaced with an intense desire for bloodlust against the evildoer as I carried on the task of arriving to the now last standing kingdom, Fluistein that Anakin ruled over, though I wouldn’t be seeking aid, instead, vengeance.

As I continued my approach, a growing number of carcasses began to emerge, indicating that I was nearing my destination. Even so, the heaviness of the dread I felt from the atmosphere enveloping me, which hindered my ability to see distant objects clearly, was an unmistakable indication. Pausing, the ground that had been soaked by blood, began to fracture and disintegrate, emitting a black mist that moved in a line towards the area I was nearing. However, I became frozen, as the mist had a sense of familiarity reminiscent of the one I experienced during the massacre, causing me to piece together the clues. He has been present throughout, his ethereal aura enveloping me was indeed his, yet this realization came too tardily, for the infliction upon my abdomen had already occurred, with Anakin's face occupying the focal point of my sight in front of me.

“Why—Why..” I managed to utter amidst the pain, as I coughed out blood and my body shook with adrenaline. Beginning to reach out to Anakin, I grasped at the fabric of his clothing roughly in an attempt to reveal the hidden face obscured by shadows.“Why have you done this!?”