"I can no longer hear his voice…" The noble Star Spirit knelt in the ruins as the crimson thunder entwining his body dissipated. Yet, in his gaze appeared not the blue rendered by spiritual energy, but a brilliant golden hue—the same as the color of his Dalram Archbishop armor.
"But I can hear everyone's voices… Kalay, Tadarin, Nerazim… and yours too, Zeratul…" Artanis rose amidst the dazzling light, gazing at the Dark Prelate standing before him. The Dark Templar Warrior was now emitting a brilliance identical to his own, equally perplexed.
"Even with the nerve cords severed, this new Kara has connected the Star Spirits' thoughts together." The Dark Templar Warrior's deep voice contrasted sharply with his current radiant appearance. "His will has overshadowed Amon's corruption! Artanis, this Kara is far more terrifying than we ever imagined! The situation has spiraled beyond our control!"
