Darth Plagueis นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Or am I the one who didn't catch the signs huh? The sound of footsteps dragging the ground was heard approaching. Dylan looked to his left. "Excuse me, sir, I want to ask you something." Faris knelt next to Dylan. His arrival, which seemed friendly, made Dylan even more on alert. Especially since Faris is the one who always enters his field of view during their fight against monsters. "What is it?" Dylan is grunting but still raised his body to talk to Faris. “Introducing, I am Faris Cruusaint, a squad leader of team three under the command of the knight commander, Sir Deedad.”

“We searched the entire palace, the eastern wing, the dungeons... Elder Eric is gone.” Draven’s jaw tightened. “Gone?” Carlos nodded grimly. “Vanished. There’s no trace. It’s as if he knew we were coming.” Draven cursed under his breath. That meant Eric—Asmada Ezra’s father, and the true mastermind behind much of the rebellion—had escaped, slipping through the cracks before his web fully unraveled. He turned to Aurora, who stood nearby, silent but steady. “He’ll strike again,” she said softly. “Yes,” Draven replied, looking to the horizon where the morning sun now rose in full, spilling golden light over the ruined battlefield. “But next time, we’ll be ready.”

“Enter.” The door cracked open, and one of the oldest advisors walked in. His name was Darius. Unlike most people, Darius wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. That was the only reason why I kept him close to me. “And what plagues our dear alpha’s mind?” he said. I leaned back in my chair, not saying a word. He studied me for a long second before speaking. “Is this about the white sage wolf?” My jaw tightened. “You know, you’re becoming increasingly annoying,” I said, clicking my tongue.

Raze staggered, dropping to his knees with a strained groan. His gun slipped from his hand. Silence began to creep back in as the last of his men fell. Cassius approached slowly, his expression dark, a cold smile forming on his lips. “You should have backed off years ago,” he said quietly. Raze coughed, blood staining his lips. “I was never your enemy,” Cassius continued, his voice steady. “But you chose this.” He stepped closer. “You were always a coward,” he added, his tone cutting. “And now you die like one.”

Ethan sat across Jace in a coffee shop, his expression serious as he listened to Jace's report. "I found something boss" Jace said, leaning forward. "I've been tracking Darth's phone calls and I noticed he's been talking to this one guy a lot. So I did some digging and found out he's a godfather in politics. Ethan furrowed his eyebrows giving a questioning look "What kind of relationship do they have?" he asked. "I don't know for sure, but I have reason to believe that Darth's been working with him for years. He definitely bought his way into been declared minister of land Jace said.

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

One time, he raised a plan of burning the forest along with the dead in it, yet met great resistance from Marcus and other senior officers; the wrath of nature must not be taken lightly, they reasoned. “Go report to the king of what is happening here, lad.” Said a man approaching from behind. The man had a long scar on his closed right eye, and a mustache reaching both his pale cheeks. He clapped Norman’s shoulder then sat steadily on a wooden log right in front of Norman, saying, “I’ll hold the undead here while you must bring reinforcements from the capital.” “I never knew a duke can be ordered by a man lower than him.” Norman joked, having no malice in his words. He took off his helm and

"I'm offering you a job! Your plasma is useless. Your armor is paper. The only thing that cuts the Nullity is the Origin-Code, and we are the only ones who have it!" Dax pointed his glowing blade up at the descending black swarm. "You want to live to see tomorrow? You point your guns at the sky! You ride with the pack, or you get formatted! Decide right now!" The courtyard was dead silent, save for the hum of Dax’s Phase-Blade. The Paladin Commander looked at the sky, where the second Sunburst Dreadnought was currently glitching into oblivion. He looked at Captain Reyes, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Tank and Reaper. Then, he looked at his own plasma rifle.

When she felt Darryl's sincerity and anxiety, Khloris exhaled and uttered weakly, "That's right, Dart is here to discuss some matter regarding training." Khloris felt a myriad of emotions as well. Darryl had injured Khloris just moments ago. She should have been angry at him. However, when she saw Jedidiah and the rest, she was reluctant to tell the truth. Dart's real identity was Darryl—hero of the Nine Mainland, leader of the Elysium Gate. If his identity were exposed, Jedidiah and the rest would not let him off easily. The whole Sword Sect altar would turn into utter chaos.

He just closed his eyes as if it was acceptable that his fate would be. "Mama, sorry..." He cried before waiting for the monsters to attack. A few minutes later, Migi felt nothing. "Is that it? I died without feeling any pain? "he said while not opening his eyes. Later on, he smelled something fishy, and he also heard a scream that seemed to hurt. He opened his eyes and the scattered corpses of the three men were exposed to him. He stiffened in his seat when he saw the familiar man in front of him holding a sword.