Abandoning Darkness for Light, Taldarim

Some time later, aboard the Daelaam arkship Spear of Adun.

"Spear of Adun. This ship is far too bright—it hurts my eyes!"

After personally observing the human fleet's annihilation of the remaining Daelaam warships aboard Duke's flagship, Alarak had been "escorted" onto the Spear of Adun.

"Tal'darim warships are the true pinnacle of the art of war."

Walking across the Spear of Adun's broad forward deck, Alarak occasionally took sour jabs at the ship's gleaming decks and internal corridors that stretched for miles at a time. Above his head, multicolored light poured down from the energy-formed ceiling of the Spear of Adun, like countless falling diamonds glittering beneath the sun. The scattered light and shadow displayed all the majesty and beauty a glorious colossal warship ought to possess.

The Spear of Adun was broad and bright, with every corner seemingly sparkling—a stark contrast to the oppressive atmosphere aboard Tal'darim warships. The Templars clearly maintained the Spear of Adun as carefully as an ancient sacred relic, as though it were their mothership. But the Tal'darim never wasted such effort on these things. Combat power was the only guarantee of anything.

So this was all there was to it.

Alarak had entered the Spear of Adun as a prisoner of war rather than an invited guest, and for the moment, he could not tell whether the one who wished to see him was a Protoss leader or a human one.

The current situation was particularly strange. The Spear of Adun was clearly a superlative Protoss flagship unlike any other in the world, yet Terran Empire and Purifier soldiers could be seen everywhere inside it. Massive human and Purifier weapons of war were equally commonplace.

—What a strange sight.

What was more, the ones escorting Alarak were actually the elite guards of Edmund