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→“THE RITUAL IS ABOUT TO BEGIN,” the Emperor intoned.

→“You sure? I get the feeling they don’t like us being in their territory.”

→“No,” Canderous said.

→Revan changed the subject. “You think they’ll try another attack?”

→“Why did you let me live?” Scourge wanted to know.

→Darth Xedrix trailed his escort by several paces. Unlike his acolytes, he had not drawn his weapon, and he wore no visible armor beneath his robes. He was several centimeters taller than Scourge, but much thinner. He had thick, shoulder-length white hair, but no beard. His face was lined, though not as extensively or deeply as Nyriss’s, and there was a hint of a stoop to his shoulders and a cautious frailty about the way he moved.

→Scourge reached out with the Force again, trying once more to catch a glimpse beneath Xedrix’s veil. To his surprise he sensed something this time. Fear. Desperation. And almost no trace of the dark side burning inside his enemy.

→Nyriss had said that Xedrix was old and frail. She’d claimed the Force had ravaged his body; she’d said he only held on to his power through reputation and cunning. What if he was relying on those same tools right now?

→What if he’s not toying with me? Scourge suddenly wondered. What if he tried to kill me but failed?

→“You have potential,” Xedrix said. “And thanks to you, I have need of some new apprentices. I could find a use for someone with your talents.”

→“Nyriss betrayed you. Swear loyalty to me and I promise you the chance for revenge.”

→Xedrix laughed. “Are you really that stupid, Scourge? Has Nyriss actually convinced you that you have the strength to stand against a member of the Dark Council? Has she promised you riches and power if you defeat me?”

→“Ah, now I understand,” Xedrix said with a smile, twirling his lightsaber at his side. “She played on your loyalty to our glorious Emperor. How quaint.”

→“She didn’t need to promise me anything,” Scourge answered. “You are a traitor to the Empire. It is my honor and duty to kill you.”

→“You want me to betray Nyriss?”

→“You feel your strength returning, do you?” Xedrix observed. “Think carefully before you challenge me again. I might not let you live next time.”

→“Is that what you call the attempts on her life?” Scourge gasped. “A warning?”

→Ignoring the terrible pain, Scourge somehow forced himself to his feet. Xedrix raised an eyebrow in mild surprise.

→“You didn’t realize Nyriss sent you here to die, did you?” Xedrix mocked. “She never expected you to kill me. You were nothing but a message, a warning.”

→Yet Scourge could sense the Councilor’s enormous power. Darth Xedrix was still a member of the Dark Council, and underestimating him would be a fatal mistake.