He had a partially transformed body resembling some type of moth, with small antennae atop his head and a tough exoskeleton that radiated corrupt and dark energy.
His aura as a Zerg Duke was equally imposing.
"Well, since you're a high-level Zerg, I've heard that your kind typically receives names—either bestowed by your royal lineage, chosen by yourselves, or assigned by your kind. May I know your name?"
I asked more out of amusement and to delay the fight, hoping to recover and allow the rest of the plan to proceed smoothly. Surprisingly, he responded.
"My name is Zrcak. As you can see, I am a Zerg Duke with an affinity for darkness. I have a dream—a dream to find the One P… I mean, to spread chaos across the universe, destroying countless planets, ships, and civilizations. And what is your name, Orc? You emit such a delightful energy."
