Ouros: Is this generation's successor moving this fast?

"Recovering the remaining drop pods."

"All ground personnel have evacuated."

"The Doomsday Devices have been fully deployed."

The voices of the communications sergeants on the White Star's bridge deck rang out one after another. At the same time, hundreds of people were speaking across the entire fleet's communication channels, yet everything remained orderly.

"Where's Zeratul?" Augustus asked after waiting a while longer.

Beyond the viewport before him lay the massive Imperial Fleets anchored in Atrias's high orbit. Hundreds upon thousands of warships of varying sizes and models stretched endlessly in formation, an immense and magnificent sight.

Below the fleet, the planet being gradually dragged into the Void trembled beneath Amon's wrath. Enormous red scars formed around the rifts in the Void covered its surface, a truly horrifying sight.

"Still no word," Raynor replied.

It was as if he had vanished without a trace. Ever since entering Ares Temple, Zeratul had gone completely silent. By then, Ares Temple had become entirely a conduit through which Amon was pulling Atrias into the Void. It was filled with violent Void energy and terrifying Void creatures; even Imperial soldiers clad in Marauder heavy armor could scarcely approach it.

"Then we'll wait a little longer." Augustus reminded himself to be patient.

Yet only a short while later, Atrias's situation visibly worsened. The Psionic Storm sweeping across the entire planet brought drastic climatic changes. Cyclones that could cover half a continent at a time heralded the formation of a dreadful cataclysm.

Augustus stared at the terrifying scene, his heart sinking. He would not allow Atrias to fall into the Void like this. Otherwise, the surrounding Imperial Colonies would be placed in extreme danger.

Atrias had to be destroyed.

"Sir, the Void Seeker has answered our call!" a communications soldier shouted at last.

"Put him through," Raynor