Shakuras, How Can I Save You

Shakuras, Shrines of Lizul.

Most of this world of eternal twilight was astonishingly barren. Several indigo seas divided continents covered in deserts and jagged hills, with only a scant few miraculous places supporting sparse vegetation.

The Shrines of Lizul stood upon a raised plateau, bathed in hazy purple light. It was a magnificent complex of ancient structures, its symmetrical spirals and rotating halos echoing the twilight-shrouded sky. Tens of millions of javelin-like purple crystal clusters jutted diagonally between the temple's grand walls, while the resonant hum of matrix harmonics drifted through heaven and earth, evoking an unreal sense of serene distance and perfect harmony.

Standing beneath the Shrines of Lizul, even the most restless and anxious heart would find unprecedented peace. This was a sanctuary of the Nerazim, a place where Dark Templars meditated and trained, learning to subdue the Void through willpower.

This was not Augustus's first visit to Shakuras, but he had only ever met Tassadar in the Nerazim capital of Talmathros. He had never traveled somewhere this remote.

The Dark Templars had told Augustus that Shakuras was a land filled with power. Their people had wandered here for a thousand years, yet from the Sea of Sorrows to Katuul Province, from the vast Shakuras Highlands to the Xel'Naga Temple, much of the planet still remained unexplored and mysterious.

Those known and excavated sites of worship, meanwhile, were revered as sacred ground beyond desecration—places like the Shrines of Lizul.

Augustus stood in the circular courtyard of the Shrines of Lizul, where gentle melodies echoed. Beneath the dim, hazy twilight, distant Mount Naszar had been reduced to an invisible blue-violet speck of light—the dazzling radiance of crystal veins covering its foothills and summit. In Shakuras's murky twilight, the towering sacred mountain shone like a beacon.

The Nerazim regarded Mount