Literature
SC2 - En taro Zeratul
For the first time in his life, Zeratul was afraid of the darkness.
All around him, shadow fell, comrades were taken over, their minds flooded by anger and hatred, prompting them to unsheathe their psi-blades against him and his Nerazim brethren.
What else could he do? He ran.
Out of the shadows, a zealot fell upon him, eyes swimming in a red light. Zeratul struck out with his warp blade out of instinct, and he saw the green blade sink through the armor into the chest. The zealot collapsed, his blue blood ending on the Dark Prelate’s hand. Zeratul staggered, but his survival instinct took over and he kept on running. He felt sick fro