"Kid, You Kept Me Waiting."

The world suddenly fell into an eerie stillness.

Billowing volcanic ash froze in midair, the trails of Bolt Rounds solidified into golden threads, and even the plasma torrents spewed by the Titan Combat Mechs became motionless waterfalls of light.

In that instant of utter silence, the sky was suddenly torn apart—

Purple-black lightning spread like a web, every bolt striking Zerg corpses across the battlefield and fusing those remains into twisted Psychic Power totems.

Boom—!

Amid the deafening blast, the earth seemed to be forcibly heaved upward.

Millions of tons of rock rose into the air, spinning and reforming within the Psionic Storm until they formed a throne over a hundred meters tall.

The figure seated upon it made even the bravest Terran Marines' knees weaken: the Zerg's Queen of Blades, Sarah Kerrigan.

The Queen of Blades' bony wings spread wide. Dark psychic arcs danced across every spine, blue-violet radiance flowed beneath her exoskeletal skin, and her eyes, fully transformed into psychic vortices, reflected the living beings on the battlefield who feared her.

"Crush them."

The Queen of Blades' casual command became tangible psychic ripples.

Every Zerg unit instantly went berserk, psychic patterns identical to the Queen's appearing across their carapaces.

The Ultralisk packs at the front surged forward at increased speed. Their bone plates, comparable to warship armor, collided with the incoming barrage of Bolt Rounds in showers of blinding sparks, while the Hydralisks' acid became three times denser, forming a deadly acid rain in the air.

"Hold the line!"

Sigismund leaped forward, swinging his personal Power Greatsword to split an Ultralisk's skull. Before its foul blood could splatter down, it was vaporized by his armor's shield.

The Black Templars formed a Steel Wall, the roar of their Boltguns joining into a symphony of death.

The Carcharodons laughed wildly