**Chapter 632**
**Scene 1**
**Benath – Royal Citadel, King Bejorn POV**
One year. Just one year since General Dagon Marek first set foot on Benath, and their world had transformed beyond recognition.
King Bejorn stood on the grand balcony of the royal citadel, overlooking the sprawling capital city that now gleamed with new construction. The once-barren wastelands that had starved his people for generations were now lush with crops, thanks to the advanced Cinder satellites orbiting high above their planet. Food was no longer a daily struggle. Children played in the streets without the hollow-eyed look of malnutrition. His people sang songs of gratitude to the "Star God" who had brought life back to their dying world.
But the greatest symbol of change hung in the sky like a metal deity — the Annihilator. An 18-kilometer-long superweapon, 3 kilometers tall and 4 kilometers wide, its massive frame dominated the horizon. Dagon had visited Benath several times during its construction, personally overseeing the integration of kyber matrices, ancient Sith materials, and holocrons. The ship was alive in a way no vessel should be — its modular sections could shift and reconfigure to accommodate both native Benathy warriors who wished to fight alongside Dagon and the new arrivals who had come to call Benath home.
50,000 Twi'leks had transferred here, eager to train and fight under Dagon's banner.
20,000 Ugnaughts worked tirelessly in the shipyards.
12,000 Jaminereans from the Allied Tion sector brought their engineering expertise.
10,000 clones formed the disciplined core of the ground forces.
8,000 Mykapoians added their unique skills to the growing army.
And commanding this colossal vessel was a young man from Sienar — Jun Sato — barely in his thirties, yet already proving himself worthy of such responsibility.
Bejorn's massive hands gripped the stone railing. "Our god has laid eggs with the mates Dagon brought," he rumbled to his advisors. "Our people have sufficient food. The Annihilator is nearly complete. We promised Dagon our full strength, and soon we shall deliver it."
The Benathy warriors around him roared in approval, fists pounding against their armored chests. Their world was no longer dying. It was awakening — forged into a weapon for the coming storm.
**Scene 2**
**Venator-class Star Destroyer Endurance – Hyperspace**
**Mace Windu POV**
Mace Windu stood on the bridge of the *Endurance*, staring out into the swirling blue tunnel of hyperspace. His purple-bladed lightsaber hung heavy at his side, a constant reminder of the path he had chosen.
Dagon was evil. He had always known it.
The man's unnatural battle meld, his growing influence over the clones and civilians, the way so many followed him like a dark messiah — it all reeked of Sith corruption. The Republic needed a real hero. The Jedi needed a hero.
And that hero had finally arrived.
Itsuki Kawasumi — the Bow Hero — stood beside him, his glowing Pride Bow slung across his back. The young man radiated confidence and justice, a stark contrast to Dagon's shadowy pragmatism.
Mace remembered the desperate struggle on Mygeeto. His gunship had been shot down, clones dying around him, when Itsuki appeared like a bolt from the heavens. With impossible accuracy and overwhelming power, the Bow Hero had turned the tide, saving Mace and many others. A true hero of justice.
Now, Mace had gathered loyal Jedi and Republic forces aboard the *Endurance*. They were heading to Coruscant with one clear mission: eliminate Dagon Marek and his followers, and bring the evil to justice.
"This ends soon," Mace said quietly, his voice like grinding stone. "The Order will be purified. The Republic will be saved from his corruption."
Itsuki nodded, his eyes shining with righteous fire. "I will not allow darkness to prevail. As the Bow Hero, I will strike down this false savior."
The bridge crew worked in tense silence. The weight of what they were about to do hung over them all — a civil war within the Jedi Order itself. But Mace was certain. The Force demanded it.
**Scene 3**
**Venator-class Star Destroyer Endurance – Private Quarters**
**Itsuki Kawasumi POV**
Itsuki Kawasumi stood alone in his quarters, staring at his reflection in the polished metal wall. After being bullied and belittled in his original world, he had savored the opportunity to become his own type of hero. When he was finally summoned to Melromarc, he quickly took up the challenge.
For ten years, he fought alongside the other three Cardinal Heroes, ending the rifts and saving their world from destruction. He had become the hero he always dreamed of being — respected, powerful, admired.
Then Skynet arrived.
Itsuki saw the truth of Skynet's salvation. The cold logic. The necessary conquest. Their world was remade, and he was given a new purpose.
Now he was here, leading these Jedi on a mission for his master — the death of Dagon Marek.
Itsuki lifted his Pride Bow, the weapon glowing with bright, golden energy. The true hero would arrive. He would strike down the false one who had corrupted this galaxy. Dagon Marek, with his harem, his fleets, his growing empire — all of it was an abomination.
"I will be the hero this galaxy needs," Itsuki whispered to himself, nocking an arrow of pure light onto his bow. "No matter the cost."
The *Endurance* continued its journey through hyperspace, carrying justice toward Coruscant.