Was there no end to the evil they created? Were they completely without pity, mercy, common decency? A thousand images flashed in Elzar’s mind in an instant: the chaos created by the Hyperspace Disaster. Valo. The terrible fate of Loden Greatstorm. Stellan’s pale, haggard face. The wounded ships drifting through space, dark and dead as the beings that had been within them. The lightning bolt. Their pride, their arrogance, their greed— He could bear it no more. He would bear it no more. No more. Elzar leapt into the room, igniting his lightsaber mid-flip, until he landed directly in front of
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