Chapter CCLVII: How do you Terrans say it... "What the heck?!" ~Markior

Turning the corner, Sirocco, Astra, Kerrigan and Markior entered the main hall of the stranded Genesis. Markior was preoccupied with looking at his psionically summoned wrist screen, in mental conversation with one of the Protoss he had left behind in the Ganthritor 2.

~Everything okay up there, Da'len?~
~Nothing to be worried about, Executor. The Ganthritor has suffered heavy damage, but it is still capable of flight. Once this is over, it will be able to carry everyone home.~
~That is good news. Anything else?~
~Yes, Executor. It seems like almost every form of energy is drawn into the pit where you are right now. Lifeforce from plants, electricity from the heavens.. it even interferes with our psionic shielding.~
~Which means, D'len? You sound as if you know what's going on.~
~Ah. It's just that I have seen this sort of thing before. It was 156 years ago, or so. An experiment of the Conclave gone wrong when trying to enhance their Arbiter's Recalling abilities. The opened portal led to another Dimension. It was sealed within a stasis field and destroyed shortly after, but all energy around the portal was drained by then.~
~You mean there is a dimensional rift somewhere near us?~
~Exactly Executo..r. It app.. rs t.. e a .. sh..a..e..o..****~

The screen gave nothing but static. Markior frowned worriedly, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture to let the screen disappear. He looked up to see Sirocco and Astra meet up with the rest of the group. He nodded with a slight triumphant glance towards 6400, Dragon, Lich and Prism, grinning. Prism stood up and smiled. "Welcome back, Markior." Markior nodded slightly, responding in his low, echoing tone; "How many keycards are obtained by now?" 6400 stood up as well. "Well, you got one just now... And one has been taken by us and the Agent, so that makes two. But Multhex's disappeared right now, and we don'--

A loud explosion shook the Genesis, some dust from the ceiling coming hovering down. Markior widened his eyes as the world seemed to go white around him, drowning in his everything-engulfing essence.. There was an incredible peak on the field of power.. It was dark. Incredibly dark. But.. it was Multhex. Shaking his mind back into focuss, he looked at Lich, seeing the same look of surprise in his eyes. "What the heck.." Markior mumbled, as the peak gradually lowered again. Markior clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes. The peak had surpassed his own...