War of the Ancients - The Sundering by Richard A. Knaak

Author:Richard A. Knaak [Knaak, Richard A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Warcraft
Publisher: Simon and Schuster
Published: 2010-08-07T22:00:00+00:00

“What do we do now? Do we go after the Demon Soul?”

“I think we must…but first, you need to tell me everything you can about what transpired before my arrival.”

Nodding, Malfurion detailed his and Brox’s capture, the taking of the malevolent disk, and the arduous journey. Each time it was necessary to mention Illidan, Malfurion nearly choked.

Krasus listened stone-faced, even when the night elf described as best as he could recall for what purpose they hoped to utilize the Demon Soul. Only when Malfurion had finished did the mage respond.

“It is an even more foul scenario than I had imagined…” he muttered, half speaking to himself. “They will have planned this…and yet…and yet, in it there may be some hope…”

“Hope?” Malfurion could hardly see any hope in what he had told the other.

“Yes…” Krasus rose. Steepling his fingers, he rested his chin on them as he considered further. “If we can only make them listen.”

“Who?”

“The Aspects.”

The night elf was incredulous. “But we can’t! They’ve shut themselves away, even from you! If Korialstrasz were conscious, then—”

“Yes,” interrupted the dragon mage. “And it is Korialstrasz who, in part, may aid us in bringing them out…if I know She Who is Life as I do.”

His words made little sense to Malfurion, but the druid had gotten used to that somewhat. If Krasus had some plan in mind, the night elf would do whatever he could to help.

The rattle of loose rock presaged Brox’s return. Unfortunately, the orc returned empty-handed.

“No stream…no puddle. No food…not even insects,” the warrior reported. “I have failed, elder one.”

“You have done as best as you could, Brox. This is a dismal land, even so far from Deathwing’s domain.”

At mention of the black scourge’s new name, Malfurion tensed. “Do you think that he might still come after us?”

“I would be astounded if he did not. We must attempt something before that happens.” Krasus peered over his shoulder at the unmoving form of Korialstrasz. “I give thanks that this Captain Varo’then used the Demon Soul in haste, or else we would all be ash. Korialstrasz can recover—and I know that—but, it is up to us to make contact first. And by us, I mean you, night elf.”

“Me?”

As Krasus’s eyes narrowed, Malfurion noticed for the first time how reptilian they were. “Yes. You must walk the Emerald Dream again. You must find its mistress, Ysera.”

“But we’ve already attempted that since the dragons were driven off by the Demon Soul and she’s refused to respond.”

“Then, this time you must tell her that Alexstrasza must know that Korialstrasz is dying.”

Aghast, Malfurion looked at the huge body, but Krasus immediately shook his head. “No! Trust me…I would be the first to fear that. Just tell Ysera. She cannot but help alert She Who is Life of this.”

“You want me to lie to the mistress of the dream realm?”

“There is no other choice.”

Thinking about it, the druid saw that his comrade made sense. Only a warning of such magnitude might gain one of the Aspects’ attention. They would not think Malfurion so foolish as to risk their wrath with a false story.

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