With a flick of the wrist, he pushed the rubble of the mountain away after some effort, cleaning the area from rubble. He listened to Prism's words.. Markior rumbled under his breath. "Seeing as how you're at full power again, you and Opty must go..." He quickly turned. "All the events here are growing cataclysmic.. Everything is happening at an incredible rate...." He nodded at Opty and Prism once, before he floated up and clenched his fists, an outburst of energy appearing in his eyes and around his shape, before jetting off back towards the Nexus. He narrowed his eyes mid-way... thinking to himself. "Havering is growing stronger at the minute... I can feel it... I can sense it... every portion of my body knows that the threat is growing... Multex... Lich.. Where ARE you?!"

Inside the Nexus, it was chaos. Protoss were running around, either trying to do repairs, cure the wounded, or... "The Dragon has escaped!!" Markior heard, quickly turning. "WHAT??!" He yelled, his eyes lighting up. He grabbed a Zealot by his armor as he ran by. "What's this about Dragon?!" He rumbled, the aggrivation clear in his voice. The zealot narrowed his eyes. "Dragon has escaped from her room and is on a rampage... 1 mile outside of the base, in her monsterous shape!!" Markior groaned and clenched his fist... thus shattering a portion of the zealot's armor... He blinked. "... EXCUSE ME." He roared, and once again jetted, though now into his room.

Moving his arms around and touching the air, many screens faded into view... "Observer 45... 23...89.. 5... 43... 67..." He spoke rapidly, almost impossibly fast as he called forth numerous screens which displayed the observers' output. With horror he saw the numerous events unfold... Havering sucking the lifeforce from the Yoshi Gods, the flames burning in the sky when a forest was levelled... The 4 Archons being killed, and Havering reclaiming the Harvester... "..." ... "RAZNAGH!!" He yells in anger, the Protoss curse echoing trough the halls of the Nexus, making many Protoss turn their heads towards it's source. He slammed his fist down on his desk and roared out mentally. "Attention to all Dark Templar!! If you are near a Harvester, my new order is to destroy them. RIGHT NOW!"

There was no response. They all had been slaughtered. The Markior oncemore slammed his fist down on his desk. ... Then, he finally noticed the last screen he called up. "By Khas.. Attention, all warriors. Restrain Dragon for as much as possible, keep her occupied." He called out while looking at another screen. "I have located Lich." He narrowed his eyes as he saw Lich and his brother together, Lich restrained in a chair. He looked at the Observer's info where the brethren were located, and soared out of the Nexus.