C3800 The Strong Gather

The third-grade god general of the Protoss, Rugass, paced around in panic. His face gradually turned numb, and as he spoke, he gritted his teeth.

Everything else was fine. There was no need to say anything else. He would just stay there and do nothing.

Play? He could not play anymore. Everything else would be destroyed.

Injured by force, these were all severe injuries.

Difficult..