Everything Finally Returned to Normal

Meanwhile, in the observation room of the Hyperion's medical bay.

Inside the isolation chamber, soft light poured down from the ceiling, reflecting off the transparent observation cover of the sealed pod.

Sarah Kerrigan lay quietly within. Her pale skin was nearly translucent under the medical bay's cold light, and the Psychic Power patterns that had once raged across her body had completely faded, leaving only a few faint scars—proof of some cruel ordeal.

Her breathing was steady and faint, the rise and fall of her chest almost imperceptible, as though she had merely fallen into a deep sleep.

Outside the isolation chamber, Jim Raynor pressed both hands against the metal frame of the floor-to-ceiling observation window, his knuckles whitening slightly from the force.

He had shed his signature CMC Powered Combat Suit and was still dressed in his classic casual clothes, with sweat stains from battle lingering around his collar.

His gaze remained fixed on Kerrigan inside the sealed pod, as if she would vanish again the moment he looked away.

Tychus Findlay stood beside him, one thick arm casually draped over Jim's shoulder, an unlit cigar clenched between his teeth—

Open flames were strictly forbidden in the medical bay. Apparently, this big man had actually followed the rules for once.

"Relax, Little Jimmy."

Tychus's voice was low, carrying his usual irreverence. "Didn't Egon say it already? Your crazy girlfriend's vital signs are all normal. Her brain's just still rebooting—commonly known as being in a deep coma."

As he spoke, the big man grinned, revealing a row of yellow teeth. "Seriously, if anyone else had been possessed by something like Amon, they'd have turned into a pile of mush by now. But her? Heh, she's the Queen of Blades. She ain't that easy to kill."

Jim did not respond, but