The Dark Temple

Most of the Hybrid factory consisted of dense, crowded complexes, with rows of train-car-like workshops stretching out in every direction.

Every iron-black workshop was packed with countless massive, beautiful, intricate machines, used to manufacture complete sets of Hybrid incubation chamber components and cloned embryos. Their integrated automated production lines were so efficient that even Augustgrad's most advanced factories paled in comparison.

Now, these buildings were separated by smoke-choked roads, billowing black smoke from explosions. They could no longer produce Amon's terrifying Hybrid armies.

The world was dark, with fires blazing skyward in hundreds upon thousands of places.

"Focus fire on that glowing Hybrid! All weapons! Fire!"

Several Cyclones serving as the vanguard were being driven back by a Hybrid Destroyer. The agile tracked vehicles fired as they retreated, their shrieking Typhoon Missiles constantly exploding against the enemy's body with little effect.

At Valerian's command, a howling rain of red tracers mixed with all manner of EMP grenades, rifle grenades, and rockets descended at once. Terrifying explosions followed like storm and lightning, erupting in sharp blasts and blinding flashes as massive shockwaves swept shrapnel and earth into the air.

Such firepower could have blasted a heavy tank into a heap of burning scrap, yet it only made the monster roar again and again. The strength and lethality of the Protoss and Zerg were fully displayed in this blasphemous, abhorrent creature.

The Hybrid Destroyer was wrapped in a glowing carapace and a halo woven from its own psionic shield. It had the Protoss's typical elongated limbs and distinctive protruding chin, while its luminous tendrils resembled an angel's wings.

Hybrids were the Dark God's chosen, as powerful as their followers claimed.

They were angels—Amon's avenging angels.

Powerful Hybrid Destroyers possessed the ability to shift through space, with enough strength to summon a Psionic