He's Scared, He's Scared

For a moment, Augustus thought Tychus had left Amon thoroughly speechless, but the dark god continued in his characteristically wanton, condescending tone the next instant. "The stars gladly embrace their destiny. Both the Protoss and the Zerg have submitted."

"Humans, I shall grant you release as well!"

The dark god had not come to argue with mere humans. It was beneath him; even looking twice at these defective specimens felt degrading. He did not even think highly of the Protoss, much less humanity.

As Amon spoke those chilling words, the temperature on the bridge seemed to drop. Once the initial darkness receded, the system terminals surrounding Augustus like a wall of stacked bricks went completely dark, and every light was replaced by an eerie red glow.

The electronic equipment on the White Star's bridge had already been paralyzed dozens of seconds earlier. The doors leading to the decks and other compartments could not be activated, and the air reeked of ozone. During that time, the guards outside had been frantically trying to force open every door, causing even greater panic.

Everyone was tense, including the Royal Guard warriors standing beside Augustus. No one knew what kind of power the Protoss' fallen god truly possessed. If Amon could even summon Void Shards to corrupt and warp a planet's terrain, then he could not possibly be regarded as an ordinary living being.

It was not as if Augustus felt no fear at all, as if he were utterly fearless.

His instincts told him that he was in grave danger. Since Amon could invade this warship, he might also be able to kill anyone aboard at any moment. Though Amon had never done so, that did not prove he lacked the ability.

Yet Augustus did not panic. An unprecedented fury made him glare