"In Their Eyes, Nothing More Than a Bright Flame in the Darkness"

"In Their Eyes, Nothing More Than a Bright Flame in the Darkness."

Zeratul's Dark Templars slipped into the battlefield like ghosts, their dark green Psychic Blades carving fatal arcs through the blood mist.

Their arrival was like a shot of adrenaline, rekindling the fighting spirit of the Kares warriors on the verge of collapse.

Though the two Protoss factions had once stood opposed due to ideological differences, they now formed a united line back to back with perfect coordination.

Kares's azure Psychic Power intertwined with the dark green blades of the Dark Templars, forming an eerie two-colored barrier that minced the charging Tal'darim mutants into flesh.

Kores Ta's silver-white armor had already been stained with black blood. He swung his staff and blasted a mutated Ascendant into charred remains before flashing to Zeratul's side.

The Archon's nerve cords trembled violently, his Psychic Power transmission carrying suppressed Wrath:

"Zeratul! You only brought this many people? Did you come here to die with us? Take my people and leave at once. I'll buy you time!"

Zeratul drove a backhanded blade through an attacker's throat, his dark green eyes gleaming in the shadows. "Relax, old friend."

His voice rasped like sandpaper, yet it carried an unusual certainty. "I brought more than just these."

As if confirming his words, the Sky Dome above Kares was suddenly torn apart.

In low orbit, the Tal'darim Fleet was frantically besieging Kares's last defensive platforms, scarlet artillery fire dyeing the stars blood-red.

Then, in the next instant, the spatial structure across the entire sector seemed to be shredded by an invisible hand. A dark blue vortex a hundred kilometers wide unfolded, and the massive prow of the Emperor-class Battleship Nerva was the first to pierce the dimensional barrier.

This ten-kilometer warship resembled a moving Greek temple. Its gilded