Two colossal fleets stood off in the silent expanse of space, and despite being hundreds of thousands of kilometers apart, the tense atmosphere had already infiltrated the bones of everyone involved.
"Zeratul, are these your kindred?"
Although I had a basic understanding of the situation, I still asked the Dark Templar beside me.
"If we speak from the Protoss' perspective, they are my kindred," Zeratul's voice sounded low and slow, "but perhaps the Taldarim would not acknowledge us exiled heretics as their brethren."
What a headache of xenophobia, I sighed to myself after hearing Zeratul's words.
