The place where the portal had been torn open was no longer quiet or empty.
In the middle of the wastelands, a rift hung in the air like a wound in the sky. It was massive—stretching wider and wider, glowing with a light that bled across the entire wasteland. From inside, shadows writhed and crawled forward, pouring into this world in an endless tide.
It was the Zerg.
They spilled out like a flood, their countless bodies squeezing through the jagged edges of the portal, their wings buzzing, their claws scraping, their eyes glowing with hunger. Their cries filled the air—chie-chie-chie—like laughter, like creatures rejoicing after centuries of being chained.
