"…?!" Jabba instinctively turned his gaze toward the old man again — but this time, it wasn't a look of pity or sympathy like before. His expression shifted, and his body subtly tensed. It was as if, for a fleeting moment, he was staring at a reflection of his own possible future.
If he ever chose to inherit the master law… would that truly be what awaited him? A broken body, a fading life, and endless solitude masked beneath power beyond imagination?
