We have another score to settle with Amon

Hybrids and Zerg surged toward the prismatic crystal device deep within the Xel'Naga Temple by the thousands, only to be slaughtered by the thousands.

Everyone joined the battle. Augustus's Royal Guard practically wished they could mount bayonets on their gun barrels, while even the medics used their laser nail guns and heavy arm-mounted shields to attack Zerg that slipped into the lines.

Amid terrifying explosions and flashes, the air filled with choking smoke, scorching metal fragments, and flying remnants of flesh and blood. Shattered carapace blasted into the air clattered against the armor of vehicles and Power Armor.

In the end, the urge to pull the trigger had become a numb instinct for survival. There were simply too many Zerg. They hatched their warriors in an endless stream as though manufacturing bullets; whenever one Zerg fell, more immediately followed in its wake. At that moment, even the most ingenious tactical decision amounted to nothing more than aiming swiftly and precisely, then sending bullets screaming from the barrel.

Augustus had reiterated countless times that this was a fight with no way back, a last stand with their backs to the river. Such desperate circumstances were nothing unfamiliar to him and his loyal, courageous Imperial soldiers.

Besides, Augustus found it difficult to describe exactly what he had seen on the battlefield. Alarak and Artanis fought side by side for the first time, yet their coordination was so seamless that it was as if they had fought together for centuries. Through some strange filter, there was even a moment when the look they exchanged as they turned back seemed almost affectionate.

Vorazun prowled back and forth not far from Augustus, coldly surveying her battlefield like a true great cat. Every attack and every kill was perfectly timed, utterly crucial.

Perhaps Vorazun's power did