Jin-Woo chuckled. Then reached into his inventory and pulled something out—crystalline and glowing with silver-red liquid. He held the vial toward her lips.
"Open your mouth."
Morgan turned her head slowly, suspicious, pout returning full force. "If you want to surprise a lady, there are better ways."
Jin-Woo didn't smile. His tone dropped to firm.
"Your hand was severed. Your eye's bloodied. Internal organs cracked. Come on—close your eye and open your mouth."
Morgan scoffed, half amused, half exhausted—but obeyed.
The liquid trickled in. A sudden surge of warmth surged through her core, like spring flooding back into winter. She gasped slightly as the golden lines stitched across her body, restoring flesh, knitting tissue. Her left arm reformed with a flicker of blue light. Her eye cleared. Her magic surged back to its peak.
Morgan sat upright, blinking in disbelief.
"What was that…?"
"Holy Water of Life," Jin-Woo said calmly, slipping the vial back into his cloak. "One-time use. Very rare ."
Morgan's eyes sparkled. "I want that liquid as a reward."
"Nope," Jin-Woo replied without hesitation. "Very rare. Go find your own."
She pouted again. Deeper this time.
Across the battlefield, another voice cut through the silence.
"Are you done gawking?"
The voice was colder now. Hollow and sovereign.
Darth Caedus. His silhouette emerged—more solid than ever. The Force coiled violently around him, a storm ready to collapse his own domain .
"Your enemy is in front of you both," he said flatly, crimson saber igniting to a slow, venomous hum.
He was no longer a splinter of self. He was whole.
Morgan narrowed her eyes. "Don't tell me you just befriended the enemy responsible for all this chaos."
Jin-Woo didn't look at her. His tone stayed flat. "I only sat. He did the same. We both watched your fight."
Caedus nodded slowly. "And I must say… I'm very impressed. You tricked my Jedi self with brilliance. Flawed brilliance, but still—clever." His expression didn't change. "But being naïve is a defect. Especially for those tasked with the greatest mission."
Morgan scoffed, stepping forward with Rhongomyniad dragging faint sparks behind her. "Am I supposed to be impressed by a man who murdered his own family?"
Caedus didn't blink. "Says the queen who ruled with an iron fist for two millennia. Let's not pretend we're so different. You succeeded… on this small, unremarkable planet." He gestured around, dispassion in his voice. "While I failed. I died. And this—this arena—is my backup plan. My last contingency, forged through time."
Jin-Woo took one step forward. Calm. Dangerous.
"Uh-uh. I know that look. You're planning to transfer your essence into me."
Caedus smirked, not denying it. "It's your fault, Jin-Woo. You activated the green Holocron. The one I designed. The one I threw into the currents of time."
He stepped closer, the storm building behind his presence.
"You'll be my perfect vessel. You've walked galaxies. You've Experience with wars from what i see . You have capability that transcends Sidious , luke my uncle , even the Force. With you—my mission will be fulfilled."
His eyes burned with unrelenting conviction. "In order to save my galaxy… I will become the Dark Lord of the Sith . The one. The only. And you—Jin-Woo—will make it possible."
Morgan leaned in closer, her voice a quiet thread beneath the growing pressure.
"…Is he trying to fight you at full power now? I've seen how you fight, Jin-Woo. You were playing. He's not… is he aware you're a Shadow Monarch?"
Jin-Woo didn't even glance at her as he replied calmly,
"Nope. He didn't detect my primary power. He's only reading my midichlorian count—fifty thousand, currently. And yeah… it can go higher if certain conditions are met. But now's not the time."
Morgan raised an eyebrow. "That's absurd."
Then she turned toward Caedus and raised her voice, her patience Thinning .
" I want this cleared up. Right now. What is this 'grand mission' of yours, Caedus? You're talking like the galaxy hinges on your sad boy tantrum. I've ruled for two thousand years, and even i don't throw a tantrum without knowing exactly who I want to slaughter first."
Caedus took a breath, but before the first syllable of his answer could leave his lips—
Jin-Woo cut him off. Sharp. Final. "Shut up."
Caedus blinked.
Jin-Woo stepped forward, eyes now colder than ever.
"Brat. You had something most people would kill for. A perfect family. Two parents that loved you. A sister who respected you. A daughter who looked up to you like an idol ." His voice sharpened, laced with bitter truth. "And you fucked it up."
The silence between them snapped.
Jin-Woo's tone shifted—flat now, like he was reading a file with disgust.
"In summary: you had visions, right? That the Galactic Alliance would collapse into endless war. That your daughter, Allana, would die in the chaos. That the Jedi Order would fall." He tilted his head. "And you saw a 'Dark Man'—a future threat. So what did you do?"
"You decide the only way to stop destruction is to cause it. You think becoming a Sith Lord, ruling the galaxy in fear, is gonna save it. You take the galaxy hostage, scream that it's for their protection, and kill your own aunt along the way."
Morgan's expression tightened, disgust creeping across her face.
Jin-Woo continued, calm but final.
"I don't give a shit whether you're Jedi, Sith… or a steaming pile of garbage. You know why? Because my master was a Sith. A miner. A businessman. Darth Vectivus. He owned a mine and lived a full life. He chose peace. He died surrounded by the people who loved him. That's what a real Sith looks like. So no—I don't see Sith as evil."
He raised one hand, pointing at Caedus like passing sentence.
"There are unwritten rules in power. And you broke all of them. Rule number one: if you've got a problem—don't make it worse. Rule number two: if you've got a vision of death, maybe stop obsessing long enough to realize it's your own fear that causes it."
He pointed at him now, flat.
"And lastly—Caedus, you're top ten on the list of people who misbehaved in the name of the 'greater good.' Right between a rogue god who devoured his pantheon, and a clone who thought mind-controlling planets would bring peace."
Jin-Woo's voice cut sharp through the tension.
"But I'll give you one thing—just one."
He took a step forward, the shadows behind him writhing ever so slightly.
"I respect that there's still… one aspect left in you. A flicker. In your mind, right now, even after all of this—you still want peace for your galaxy. You still think you're saving it."
His tone shifted—low, cold, unyielding.
"And that's exactly why I have to shatter it. Because you're the second person —to be haunted by visions so badly, you decided the future had to bleed for your paranoia."
Caedus's lip curled, finally breaking silence with force in his voice.
"That Dark Man is real!" he snapped. "Darth Krayt is real—I saw it! None of us in the New Republic can stand against him! Not Leia. Not Luke. Not me. So I had to act. I had to do what Grandfather did. I had to embrace the darkness. Master it. Make it mine. Only then could I protect the Galactic Alliance from the Sith who would follow."
Jin-Woo's eyes narrowed, .
"Yeah? And how many corpses are you planning to stack for that quiet peace , Caedus?"
Caedus didn't answer—but his eyes gave everything away.
Jin-Woo stepped closer now, voice heavy with something darker. Sharper.
"Your grandfather. Anakin Skywalker. Do you remember what happened when he tried to protect Padmé? He broke her. He shattered her heart. She died not from the war—not from politics—but because he couldn't stop himself. He thought power would save her. Instead, he strangled the one person he loved."
"And the rest? Darth Vader? The man who murdered Jedi younglings. Who slaughtered his order. Who razed entire cities to force the galaxy into peace."
Jin-Woo's voice dipped into finality, an almost echoing thrum around the battlefield.
"This is not your galaxy . This is not your republic era . And I am not a body you're going to wear like armor."
"But I do have a personal reason for what's coming next. Want to hear it?"
Jin-Woo smiled again. Slowly. "It's because whoever dies here… gets absorbed by the winner. Their knowledge, power… essence. And your little trick—Flow Walking—that? That's an unexpected gamechanger."
"So thank you, Caedus. For your vision. For your desperation And mistakes."
He pointed his finger to caedus , the motion like a guillotine descending.
"I'm going to kill you now. And I'm going to steal your future."
Across the arena, Darth Caedus narrowed his eyes—and crackled with fury.
Green Force lightning erupted along his left palm, wild and unstable. He gripped his red lightsaber tighter, channeling more power through the core. The crystal inside screamed like a caged beast as it flared with unstable energy.
"That's what my aunt said," Caedus muttered. "Right before I killed her."
His voice deepened with memory, venom curling at the edges.
"She said it was for the future. For her son, Ben. But you—"
his gaze locked on Jin-Woo, like a predator measuring the distance for a final pounce, "—you're insane enough to steal mine."
The power around him surged violently. Cracks in the ground formed at his feet. Air shimmered under pressure.
"For someone with that many midichlorians," Caedus sneered, "your skill is beneath mine."
Morgan, from her position at the edge of the arena, felt the sudden shift. The dark tide rising.
Her heart tensed—too sharp, too instinctive. She knew. Something deadly was coming. She took a step forward, her fingers already glowing with magecraft as she prepared to leap to Jin-Woo's aid.
But Jin-Woo raised one hand—not to Caedus. To her.
"Stay where you are, Morgan."
His voice was calm. Not demanding. But absolute.
"Stand by the seated ones. Those Clock Tower magi and professors… the arena rules have silenced their mouths, but not their minds. You're their queen too now."
Morgan floated midair, her cloak billowing. She looked at him, her chest tight. But she didn't argue. She only nodded once.
Caedus gave a mocking grin.
"The fight between men is one-on-one, isn't it?" he said.
Jin-Woo shrugged. "Huh. For someone trying to hijack a body, you actually understand one of the unwritten rules."
He tilted his head slightly. "That's progress, Caedus. That's great."
Morgan rose higher, hovering above the arena like a guardian queen, her eyes never leaving Jin-Woo.
"Don't die, Jin-Woo," she said. Her voice carried weight like spellcraft itself. "We still have our Queen's Walk to finish."
Jin-Woo didn't flinch under the searing weight of Caedus's rising pressure.
He simply raised both hands—and summoned them. Kamish's Wrath.
The twin daggers dropped into existence with an eerie hiss, their presence distorting the very air around him. Light orange, glowing blood-red along the edges, with hilts of cold gray. The thinner dagger shimmered with a black blade guard; the thicker one gleamed with a golden one. The energy pulsing from them wasn't Force-based—it was something else . Ancient. Primordial. Unrelenting Mana .
Morgan's breath caught for a moment in the sky above.
Caedus tilted his head and scoffed. "You're not even going to pull that Mandalorian-forged black saber of yours? You think a pair of daggers is enough? That won't even even me out."
Jin-Woo exhaled slowly, his voice calm and cutting.
"I'm not a Jedi. Even a Sith." He rolled his shoulders once. "Just an S-rank hunter."
Before the last syllable left his mouth—he vanished. A sonic boom followed.
Caedus's eyes widened—Jin-Woo was suddenly there. Directly in front of him. Close enough to touch.
—What! he can move fast as me without using the Force ?