Augustus's Gold Medal Hitmen

Narud had completely shed his graying human guise. Icy, hollow Void energy poured from his cracked skin, coalescing into a terrifying phantom with sharp horns and a ferocious visage.

Roaring, he thrust out a gigantic spectral claw. A torrent of boiling, vivid green psionic lightning drove a deathly vortex of space straight at Kerrigan, unleashing violent Psionic Storms across the deck of organic monoliths in its path.

The Null Zone was a vacant realm of death where no life could exist. With his miraculous command of psionic power, Narud had created this space and hurled it forward like a shell accelerated to its utmost limit. Without question, any living thing merely grazed by the Null Zone would die.

The entire Worldship seemed to answer this surging power. Its hull, crystallized Xel'Naga technology, rose and fell like a drowning man breaking the surface to gulp fresh air. From the bridge command platform to the navigation chambers on the lower decks, even the precisely carved structures of the vessel were shrouded in vibrant green light.

Kerrigan had no doubt that if someone scattered a handful of violet seeds across the deck, clumps of flowers would bloom at once. It was hard to imagine that, before life had appeared on the thriving planets of today, the Xel'Naga had traveled through the cosmos aboard Worldships like this, scattering the seeds of life.

Humanity would never understand Xel'Naga technology. They were creators, and all their creations brimmed with life—but creation and destruction had always been twin sisters.

"Careful! Narud has summoned an enormous mass of Void energy. He's pushing a Null Zone toward you!"

Artanis immediately called out a warning. At the same time, he stepped forward without hesitation, intending to take the blow for Kerrigan—but she reacted faster than he did.

Within that brief