Note, this is going to be the last chapter of this book. I will later make a book that will be a spin-off of this book, where Naruto goes back to his plan. Thank you, everyone, for reading this book.
"The greatest enemy of the Sith is not the Jedi—it is the truth. And the truth always finds a way."— Revan
Long before the last campaign began, Revan had already seen the threads of the Clone Wars fraying.
He studied the patterns—the cycles of invasion and withdrawal, the strange coordination between Republic intelligence failures and Separatist precision. Too perfect. Too planned.
It didn't add up.
That's when he began digging—personally.
He traced encrypted comm routes between Kamino and Coruscant, peeled back old Jedi archives corrupted by firewalls… and he began intercepting messages hidden inside Republic budget allocations and war material shipments. Patterns no one had dared question.
And then he found it.
A Sith signature buried in the data—masked beneath Republic encryption, embedded in Senate bills, even Jedi Council orders.
Only one being could orchestrate such manipulation at that level.
Chancellor Sheev Palpatine.
Revan didn't inform the galaxy immediately. He didn't go to the Senate floor or the press.
"You don't end a snake by warning it," he had said."You strike at the head when it least expects."
Revan spent the final months of the war preparing Operation Shadowfall—a master plan to collapse the Sith's control in one simultaneous strike:
Clone troopers, freed from inhibitor chips, were embedded across key Republic fleets.
Mandalorian strike units are assigned to take down Separatist strongholds in critical sectors, breaking their supply lines permanently.
Jedi teams were secretly removed from Coruscant, replaced with holo-doubles and misinformation to keep Sidious blind.
False clone production activity on Kamino continued to fool surveillance.
An entire secondary fleet, built via the Star Forge, waited cloaked near the Core Worlds.
And most of all:
A direct assault on Sidious's stronghold below the Senate.
Serenno's skies boiled with fire as Revan's elite battalions descended. Clone gunships carved a path through ancient towers as Mandalorians secured the outer gates.
Within the throne chamber, Count Dooku watched his world crumble.
"I taught them all," he said. "And they learned nothing but how to betray."
Revan stepped forward—cloak billowing, eyes calm.
"You became the very thing you swore to destroy."
The duel began—elegant, brutal, filled with the weight of Dooku's regrets and Revan's fury.
At the end, Dooku fell to his knees, his saber broken.
"I only ever wanted… order."
Revan stood above him. "Then you should have chosen balance."
And with a single strike, Count Dooku's life ended.
Far beneath the Senate building, where light could not reach, Sidious waited. The air crackled with darkness.
But Revan arrived with Yoda, Mace Windu, and two Jedi tacticians at his side.
Sidious turned, cloaked in his Sith robes.
"So… the wolf breaks from his leash."
"There was no leash," Revan replied. "Only illusions."
Sidious launched a torrent of Force lightning—Mace's blade absorbed it, Yoda redirected it, and Revan surged through it, twin sabers ignited.
The chamber exploded in energy as the four masters converged on the last Sith Lord.
Sidious fought with hatred sharpened over decades, but his strength was no longer enough.
The Jedi had changed.
Revan drove him back.
Mace struck low.
Yoda summoned the full clarity of the Living Force—and stripped away his illusions.
For a brief moment, Sidious stood as just a man.
A scared, broken man who had hidden behind masks and titles.
Revan's saber flashed—
—and the Sith were no more.
With Sidious gone and Dooku dead, the remaining Separatist leadership collapsed within days.
On Ryloth, clone and Jedi forces were welcomed with open arms.
On Felucia, the droid army surrendered and shut down.
On Coruscant, Senators wept openly as the truth of Palpatine's betrayal unraveled.
And on Kamino, clone embryos were decommissioned—replaced with education and freedom.
Dantooine's Horizon
Weeks later, on Dantooine, Jedi, Mandalorians, and newly settled Uchiha walked the streets of the thriving capital.
Naruto stood by the outer walls, watching younglings train while holding Ahsoka's hand.
"So this is what peace looks like," he murmured.
"Not just peace," Ahsoka replied. "Our peace. We made this."
In the Grand Council Chamber, Revan addressed the Order.
"The Republic will go on—but the Jedi will walk their path. We will not be weapons. We will be guardians."
He turned to the Jedi ranks, to Mandalorians, to clones, to civilians.
"Let this be the age where we rebuild. Where family means more than bloodlines. Where light and strength are shared."
The chamber erupted in unified applause.