Gabriel Tosh opened his eyes and immediately discovered that he seemed unable to use his psionic power. He sat up and looked around, finding himself in a room filled with gold. The instruments and equipment around him were also mostly gold-toned, and their designs were exquisitely beautiful.
"Protoss..." Even though Gabriel Tosh had forgotten most of what had happened before he came to this world, the existence of the Protoss was etched deeply into his heart. He could not forget them.
Tosh stood up and examined himself in a watery sphere of energy nearby. He found that not only had he lost his psionic power, but even his eyes—which had once been so filled with power that his pupils were invisible—had returned to normal.
"Hmph! You hypocritical, arrogant bastards. Even if you severed my connection to Voodoo, I can still smell your stench!" Tosh snarled.
"Your psionic power was not severed by me. Someone else did that." A spherical drone floated in through the door, its speaker emitting an elegant, tranquil voice.
The one who entered after it was a Protoss clad in magnificent robes and carrying himself with grace—the leader of the Shelak Tribe, Zekrath.
"Hehehehe. Afraid to speak inside my head? Disgusting Protoss." Tosh had no fondness for the Protoss and spoke coldly.
"Your mind and brainwaves are extremely fragile right now, like bubbles. Even the slight telepathic resonance created by my speaking with you could turn you into a vegetable." Zekrath was utterly unfazed as he spoke through the robot.
Tosh lowered his head to look at his hands, his expression turning grave. "You... brought me back?"
"I am glad to see that you have finally put down that spiked shell of yours," Zekrath said.
"I was... ambushed. Dark... Voodoo..." Tosh said.
"In this universe, people call