But that face ... is not human.

Those eyes sparkled with cold and fierce yellow light, like a beast lurking outside the fire, and their eyes sparkled. Around the wild eye, bones swell, melt and flow, like molten steel overflowing from a melting furnace, and the flesh covered on them turns gray like a dead body and rough like rotten synthetic plastic skin.

Anakin felt fear and disgust. He stared at the monster in surprise. That shadow.

On this dark face, he saw his future.

"Come on in." Said the darkness.

After a while, he obeyed.

Anakin stood in the office. Don't move.

Palpatine examined the facial wound through a wide mirror. Anakin couldn't tell whether it was the expression of disgust on his face or the inherent appearance on his face now. Palpatine tentatively raised a hand, touched the deformed and horrible face in the mirror, and then shrugged calmly.

"The mask of the past has become the face of today." He sighed, as if a little sad. "I think I will miss Palpatine's face. But for the realization of our plan, Sidious' face is completely competent. Yes, completely competent. "