Illidan: World of Warcraft (World of Warcraft Series) by William King

Author:William King [King, William]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Random House Worlds
Published: 2016-04-12T00:00:00+00:00

Over everything lay the eerie glow of the Hand of Gul’dan. The mountain shivered like a whipped dog as the tremors of some yet-unborn earthquake rippled through its belly. Green lava spouted gigantic plumes in the lakes of burning stone visible on the lower slopes. All around, huge cables of magical power billowed.

Maiev thought the pre-shocks of this volcanic eruption were connected with the spell being woven. Akama was correct—a ritual of immense power was being enacted here. There could be no doubt of the awesome magnitude of the sorcery being worked.

A shower of greenly glowing meteors left a trail across the sky. They were an ominous portent, but of what, she could not tell.

Her people, the night elves at least, were shadows among shadows. They moved from rock to rock, silent as assassins come in the night to a king’s bedchamber. The draenei and the Broken did not move with the same stealth. They were too big, too clumsy, and too powerful.

Akama looked alert and uneasy, as well he might. To one with his sensitivity to the moods of the world, the shaking of the mountain must be very disturbing. She herself was profoundly perturbed. Scores of Ashtongue soldiers lay hidden over the nearby mountainside. Akama had brought a strong bodyguard with him.

Everything was as Akama predicted. Groups of thirteen sorcerers stood in circles, weaving the great spell. Some were blood elves. Some were naga. All were potent magi. Lines of magical power danced among them, linking them together. They chanted and gestured, and something answered their call. A few other robed Illidari surrounded them. They might have been bodyguards or servants, but there were fewer of them than there were sorcerers.

The covens were spread out over the mountain. Each of them represented a point in a great pattern, a focus of the energy being directed toward the central altar. As she looked down at it, a smile of triumph flickered on Maiev’s lips. The Betrayer himself was there, directing the operations, standing arrogantly at the altar. He wove the great spell like the master magician he was, shaping it into a swirling vortex of potency.

She paused to consider the magnitude of the gateway being opened. So much energy, all of it centered on this one spot. Either Illidan proposed summoning a being of truly awesome power, or the portal was intended to bridge a gap across an unimaginable distance.

Not that it mattered. He was not going to be given a chance to complete his spell. By now the rest of her squads should be in position. Sarius and his group were in place, ready to slay the sorcerers nearest to Illidan.

After that, justice would be done for all of the Betrayer’s victims. It would be done with her own sharp blade. She ran her finger along the edge and shivered, imagining it.

She glanced over at Akama once more. The Broken licked his lips and nodded. He knew as well as she did that it was time. She raised her armored hand and gave the signal to attack.

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