The Clown Was Me All Along

"And once Amon reshapes his avatar in the universe, he will return again and bring ultimate darkness." Upon hearing this, Artanis immediately thought of many things. "Zeratul was right. Our campaign to reclaim Aiur made us overlook the true threat before us."

The Daelaam were not entirely unaware of the disturbances in the void, but even so, they had still chosen to reclaim Aiur first.

Because they had the Golden Armada!

I hope this isn't too late. Augustus thought. You finally understand, my darling.

For all they knew, the Golden Armada might already have reached Aiur by the time they said this, preparing to drop the heroic probe Probius there to plant a Pylon.

"So, if we destroy Amon's avatar, he will be forced to return to the void once more." Raynor stroked his chin thoughtfully. "But how can we determine where that avatar is?"

"Creating an avatar capable of housing the will of a Xel'Naga is no easy task, and it would be vulnerable before its completion." Zeratul guessed. "Amon would surely conceal it beneath layers of secrecy."

"Selendis, we must inform my mentor Tassadar of this." Artanis thought. They were likely to uncover even more truths that would shock the Protoss in the next two Halls of Revelation, and he began to feel anxious.

They could not contact the outside world within the Aotearian Rift. And in this distant realm, without a Psionic relay spire, any message would take days to arrive.

"Don't worry. Perhaps Amon will tell us himself." Augustus could not help but smile.

At present, Augustus truly did not know where Amon's avatar—the vessel of that evil god—was located. In the original timeline, it had been a super Hybrid created from the immense remains left behind after the Overmind died on Aiur, along with the