Chapter 30: The Hunt in the Tythonian Wilds
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The masked figure stood motionless, cloaked in a presence so cold it felt like the air itself had turned against us. It’s aura in the Force was sharp and calculated—an assassin, trained to kill with precision and silence.
I knew we couldn’t fight them here, not in the open, not with the girl so vulnerable.
I turned to Merah, my voice urgent but low. "Get back to the village. Warn them. Tell them there’s a Sith assassin in the area."
She hesitated, her hand still gripping her blaster pistol, her expression torn between standing her ground and following orders. "You sure you don’t need backup?"
I nodded. "I need you to make sure the Twi’leks are safe. This assassin isn’t just here for me."
Merah gritted her teeth but didn’t argue. "Fine. Just don’t get yourself killed, hero." She turned and sprinted back toward the village, disappearing through the dense foliage. The wind carried her fading footsteps, leaving only the quiet tension between me, the girl, and the unseen killer before us.