In the bizarre Spirit World, on a black and yellow planet, Shen Jie's spiritual consciousness took form once again.
He stared at his hands. The lingering pain from his recent death felt all too real.
The soul-tearing agony made it hard for him to pull himself together.
After all, who could possibly go through the experience of being torn to shreds by a Swarm twice?
But now, as a faint tremor ran through the glassy black stone beneath his feet, the still-dazed Shen Jie snapped to his senses.
Without a second thought, he turned and ran.
He hadn't taken more than a few steps before a familiar sound rose behind him—the collective shriek of the Black Spine Zergs. It was accompanied by the sound of the Swarm crushing the natural Obsidian glass, formed from cooled surface lava, as they charged forward at full speed.
