Against the dark, frigid backdrop of the void, the Protoss Tempests' field of vision and range spanned half the battlefield. Superheated particles driven by Kinetic Overload swept rapidly over the Imperial fleets like hundreds upon hundreds of ice-blue suns blazing with terrible light, vast and magnificent.
Like focused sunlight piercing and melting ice, the Hyperion's main laser batteries picked off the Mutalisks swooping toward the bridge one by one. A huge swarm of Scourge was ignited by point-defense lasers, exploding in rapid succession into enormous fireballs.
At that moment, the Flame Dominion, only a few ship-lengths above the Hyperion's port side, let out a silent roar. A dazzling red light flared and vanished in an instant. A small group of Zerg Corruptors and Devourers fled almost blindly from that apocalyptic force, only to fall into the overlapping fire of The Reckoning, The Thunder, Thunder Strike, Paradise Regained, and Icebreaker.
Tendrils of shadow stretched endlessly outward as the Aether Storm roared and battered every warship. War raged everywhere; destruction lay everywhere.
The Hyperion advanced through countless fragments of metal and flesh, as though rowing through a vast expanse of dead fish drifting on water.
"The sound is coming from ahead." On the bridge, Kerrigan narrowed her eyes and listened intently, as if she could truly hear something.
"That Xel'Naga is ahead. I can already see the vision he has placed before my eyes—the natural laws governing the movement of cosmic stars."
At that moment, Augustus could only hear the Imperial marshals issuing orders over the command channel.
Warfield, Raynor, Horner, and Pulaier each commanded a quarter of the Imperial fleets, while Duke's Alpha Squadron served as a surprise force, charging through the enemy lines to throw their formation into disarray.
Every order had to be brief and precise. Only one Cerebrate