You Can Always Trust Zeratul

Between the humans, Protoss, and Zerg, countless warships fired at once, and countless warriors died at once.

Firelight blazed outside the Imperial flagship White Star, its terrifying red glow reflecting off the imposing golden wolf statues on the bridge and throwing their ruby-red eyes into sharper relief. Those enormous eyes gleamed crimson, staring down every person present as if they could see through their hearts.

Emperor Augustus stood before a row of viewports, his expression as resolute and unyielding as ever, as though he wore a bronze mask. Behind him, holographic icons composed of parabolas, straight lines, and numbers clearly depicted a war on an unprecedented scale.

His flagship was passing between two Zerg Leviathans, laser batteries along both flanks constantly turning and firing, blasting hundreds upon hundreds of Mutalisks to pieces. Flesh flew in an instant, countless severed limbs, insect eyes, and dragon-like membranous wings scattering across the cold void.

There might have been a hundred times more Zerg here than on Char—enough to drown out the lights of a thousand friendly ships. Layer upon layer of Zerg flying creatures surged forward like a vast ocean, overwhelming everything in their path, broken only by Yamato Cannon plasma beams flashing amid the sea of insects.

Amon had let his fury drive the swarm.

As the White Star carved a bloody path through the ocean of Zerg, a vast number of Protoss warships and fighters rushed at her with overwhelming force, their fearless madness no less frenzied than that of the swarm.

The shield field raised by the White Star had already been crawling with bloodthirsty, ferocious Zerg. Now, under the attacks of these Protoss vessels, it was pushed beyond its limits. The violent tremors caused by ion beams striking the hull could easily be felt on the bridge, yet Augustus