I Brought the Apocalypse, Hmm

I Bring Doom's... Hm

"Zeratul."

Augustus looked around at this, thinking that Zeratul might be hiding among the rows upon rows of tall fir trees lining both sides of the academy grounds. If Zeratul was coming, he was bound to make it all mysterious and elusive, like a divine dragon whose head and tail could not be seen. All in all, atmosphere was important.

Zeratul, after three years, you had finally appeared again.

"Zeratul is injured." Augustus's heart tightened at once. Zeratul was a Dark Templar master at the very pinnacle of his craft; there were only a handful of enemies capable of wounding him. "Is it serious?"

Zeratul had a group of powerful Dark Templar followers, yet he had always preferred to act alone.

In search of the Xel'Naga prophecy of salvation and to prevent the coming of the dark apocalypse, this respected Dark Prelate had never ceased risking his life. He raced across the galaxy, traversing temple ruins forgotten for countless ages, repeatedly escaping unimaginable perils and personally slaying innumerable terrifying foes.

Augustus understood better than even Zeratul himself just how dangerous the things he was doing were.

"Zeratul's injuries are severe." A faint, galaxy-gold gleam swirled in Kerrigan's eyes, now transformed into a gorgeous deep violet. "I sensed a repulsive presence on him as well. That familiar power sends chills down my spine."

Kerrigan could now not only detect Zeratul, whom even Sterling Officer Academy's precision scanning equipment could not find, but also clearly discern his condition. It was clear that her psionic power had made another tremendous leap over the past few years.

It was difficult to say exactly what level Kerrigan's psionic power had reached. Even Angelini, the level-ten principal of the Imperial Ghost Academy, admitted that he was not even a match for one