"I made you into a monster, Kerrigan," Archturus Mengsk said as he looked into the Queen of Blades' eyes.
"You made us all into monsters," she said, her eyes glowing with psionic energy. She touched her hand to Mengsk's face, and psionic energy flowed from it into his head. He struggled for a moment, until the energy overtook him and exploded, blowing out the top portion of the Palace of Augustgrad.
Sarah Kerrigan, the Queen of Blades, overlooked the city of Augstgrad, Korhal, as her zerg made their way back to the leviathan overhead. She looked to Jim Ranyor standing next to her, and smiled.
"Thank you, Jim." She said. "For everything." Then, turning to face, him, she took to he sky.
"My pleasure, Darlin'." He replied, watching her rise to the beast in the sky.
"Always was."
Raynor stood over the capital of the new Dominion, knowing everything was about to change.
ONE YEAR LATER
My Queen, Zagara said, her pisonic voice nearly indiscernible over the screams of the Queen of Blades. The protoss are nearly upon us. They will not wait because you are in childbirth.
"I know!" Kerrigan screamed, trying to focus through the pain of birthing a child. MOVE ME, ZAGARA! She called psionically, no longer able to speak verbally for the pain.
Several hours later, Kerrigan sat holding her baby in her arms.
"You are Damien Kerrigan." She told her newborn son.
"You are the Prince of Blades."
