Chapter 142

Amir slowly closed his eyes. Right now, under the pounding impact of Sidious’s dark side power, his mind was exhausted to the breaking point. He could feel it—how much harder it was becoming to suppress his evil thoughts, how much harder it was to suppress his own desires, how impossible it felt to resist the fear of death.

In the earlier fight, he had relied entirely on the will to fight born from rage—using the dark side as a weapon, as a tool. But now, the other edge of that double-bladed sword finally turned toward him.

Amir’s body bent slightly. He couldn’t stop himself from wanting to submit to fear, to submit to power.