Star Wars: Light of the Jedi (The High Republic)

There was nothing so big it could not be swallowed up. Nothing so strong it could not be humbled. Nothing so tall it could not be made small.

Te’Ami had no interest in any of that. Her lightsaber, ugly as it was, served as a perfect reflection of the great truth of the Force: no matter what a person was on the outside…
…inside, everyone was made of light.

This felt inevitable. Certain.
Evil, horror, sweeping across the galaxy like the tide.
He saw Jedi dying, screaming, and himself last of all, unable to escape what was coming