We feel a cold chill run through us as we feel the death of one of our Brothers.
A trick! We turn the battlecruisers back just in time to catch the Protoss as they stalk toward Gorn...away from the decaying form of Kagg.
Kerrigan falters from this, but the Dark Templar does not finish her. It laughs, a hollow and malicious cackle.
"See now, Kerrigan: the battle before you is not always the battle you must fight. Take heart. Perhaps one day, you will meet ancient Zeratul in combat again. Until then, may you find the peace of the Void."
It leaps away and is engulfed in a blue light. We recognize the same psionic distortion we felt under the arbiter, what seems like days ago.
Kagg is dead, and Zeratul has escaped.
Our disabled carrier, still dead weight in the cloud of filth around Aiur, feels waves come through the cloud (if it can be called such. It is essentially a huge blob of gel, now). We feel the distressed cries of our fellow Cerebrates as Kagg's forces become feral.
The four ships fly in four directions, a wide set of arcs that will all intersect above the Overmind's form. We could pursue one of them, but not all. Labbrate attempts to press forward into a four-way high-five amplified by the crystal, but the feedback is too much. Labbrate loses consciousness.
One of the ships disappears. Our options are very limited.
"Do not fret, Cerebrate. We shall welcome the embrace of death together, as I have welcomed the Darkness of my Fallen Brethren. When the Conclave cast me out, I was destitute, but the Dark Templar offered me solace, and when I told them of my plan, Zeratul gave me use of his own Void Seeker. Perhaps in the next world, we shall understand one another, given our common end, here."