I haven't played the plot after this

The battle had been raging for a full eighty hours, yet there was no sign of its intensity diminishing. Hundreds of millions of lives marched furiously toward self-destruction, while their creator looked on with a sinister sneer.

Against the backdrop of a planet rimmed by a blue arc of light, there was nothing romantic or beautiful about it. Two fated archenemies—the largest Protoss fleet in history and the largest Zerg swarm in history—had met.

The Protoss were on one side. Countless magnificent warships the size of cities stretched fleet after fleet, their torchlike molten trails resembling rows of comets sweeping across Aiur. They were orderly and beautiful.

These solemn, elegant, breathtaking warships swept the depths of space with beam weapons, photon weapons, and kinetic weapons, creating countless vast, mottled patches of light. No warship or living creature could break through the dense web of Protoss beam fire.

The Zerg were on the other side: a living dust cloud composed of metallic carapaces and pulsating flesh. Its sheer size was horrifying. Zerg packed the space five hundred and fifty astronomical units above and below the ecliptic plane; they could be observed even from several light-years away and could easily have been described as some mysterious natural phenomenon of the cosmos.

The swarm was fanatical, violent, and enraged, embodying nature's ultimate law of destruction. They were unstoppable and irresistible.

This epic battle was unprecedented and would be worthy of historians' most lavish accounts, but it was far from over.

As the Protoss and Zerg grappled like two mad giants, humanity appeared once more.

After facing both the Golden Armada and the swarm and suffering such devastating blows, humanity could have withdrawn from the battlefield without reproach from its allies. They had already made sacrifices worthy of solemn respect and shown what human