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Blue lightning flashes menacingly across the sky.
"Oh, do not fear, Cerebrate. I would no more destroy the Tsinoseng than I would destroy Aiur, if I had such power. No, I do a far worse thing, in the eyes of my people. I sacrifice my future, my legacy, my memory. I shall forever be remembered as the coward who bargained away the homeworld...but my people shall live."
The crystal shakes dangerously, a blue light growing in intensity within it.
"Attend, Cerebrate: you shall take no more of my brethren for meat. You shall take no more of our holy relics for idle study. You may take Aiur today, but it shall be returned to us."
The light intensifies infinitely, blinding the Zerg inside the structure. It extends out from the Tsinoseng across all of Aiur. It engulfs every Protoss warrior, every member of the Conclave, every building and mech. When the light fades, they are no more.
Aiur stands devoid of Protoss life. It is ours. The Swarm stands victorious. For the price of two immortal Cerebrates and casualties innumerable, the birthplace of the Protoss is ours.
Yet still, the First Born elude us.