Anakin Skywalker, now Darth Vader, entered the Jedi Temple. His heart pounded with a mix of fear, anger, and sorrow.

As he approached a Jedi Knight, the Knight's eyes widened in shock and fear before Anakin's lightsaber swiftly ended his life.

In the Library, the elderly Jedi Librarian looked at Anakin, her eyes filled with sorrow. 'Anakin, why?' she asked, before meeting her demise.

'I'm sorry, I have no choice,' Anakin whispered, but the words felt hollow even to him.

Anakin entered the Council Chamber. A member of the Jedi Council stood, disbelief etched on his face as Anakin's blade struck him down.

Anakin felt a pang of guilt, quickly suppressed by anger. 'They betrayed us,' he reminded himself, pushing forward.

In the training room, a young Jedi looked up at Anakin. 'Master Skywalker, there are too many of them, what are we going to do?'

Anakin ignited his lightsaber, the guilt and sorrow in his heart drowned by his commitment to the new order.

As the Jedi Temple burned, Anakin stood before it. The screams and clashes had ceased, replaced by an eerie silence.

'I did what I had to,' Anakin told himself, though his heart ached with every word.

He took one last look at the burning temple, the symbolic heart of the Jedi, now a tombstone for those he'd slain.

Anakin left the scene, his heart heavy with guilt and grief, but resolute in his new path as Darth Vader.