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to Illidan s cunning.
More frantic now, she prayed over and over to Elune for aid. Illidan had to be warned that he was being duped. She
was certain that his grand spell would somehow only trigger a worse disaster.
Mother Moon! Hear my pleas!
A blessed warmth filled Tyrande. She felt the spell that Illidan had put on her suddenly fade away. Her hopes rose
anew.
 Illidan! the priestess immediately cried out.  Illidan! Beware 
But even as he started to look her way, the sorcerer brought his palms together& and a beam of black light burst
forth, racing out into the storm-rocked heavens above the Well of Eternity.
Tyrande felt the presences withdraw. Worse, as they faded away, she also sensed their immense satisfaction.
Her warning had come too late.
Sargeras felt the last vestiges of resistance suddenly fall away. The portal that he desired began to fully form. Soon,
he would gain entrance into this life-befouled world&
Krasus jolted.
 What is it? called Alexstrasza.
The cowled figure eyed the tiny vision of Zin-Azshari lying far ahead& and the colossal tempest spreading out over
the Well of Eternity. He shuddered.  I fear we have even less time than I calculated& 
 Then, we must make even greater speed! With that, the huge red dragon beat her wings harder yet, her muscles
straining from effort.
Peering behind them, Krasus saw the other dragons follow suit. Everyone sensed that, more than ever, time was
against them. The mage silently swore. This should not have happened. Even his own kind had taken far too long to
debate the merits of what should have been obvious. If they had only listened&
Yet, Krasus could also not help thinking that, if he and his comrades failed, the doom befalling not only the night
elves but unborn generations ahead would be in tremendous part his fault. He himself had hesitated to toy with
Time, then, when the decision had finally been made to do so, he it was who had suggested attempting no pursuit of
Illidan s band. Of all who had crossed its path, Krasus knew most the cursed way of the Demon Soul. If he had
tried to track down those who had taken it from Malfurion, then perhaps there would have still been a chance to
retrieve the disk.
But that was neither here nor there. What mattered now was to make amends, to still return history to its former
course.
 We must be prepared! he called out to Alexstrasza.  Even though we will bypass the palace, neither the High-
borne nor Mannoroth can be taken lightly, even by our ancient line! They will attack from Azshara s stronghold!
Nor must we forget what else seeks use of the portal the Well and the Soul create! They will also do everything
within their power to keep us from the disk.
 If sacrifice ourselves we must to save Kalimdor, then we but fulfill our sacred duty! she responded back.
Krasus gritted his teeth. The future he knew so well was still a possible thing, but just as likely was one supposing
that they succeeded where any or all of them perished here. For himself, that was something he could accept. To
see his beloved queen die, though&
No! She will not! The mage prepared himself. Whatever it took, he would do his best to see that Alexstrasza
lived& even if without him.
The dragons came upon the outskirts of Zin-Azshari and Krasus, who had expected the carnage wrought by the
Burning Legion s initial entrance into the mortal plane, was still highly repelled by all he saw. Memories of that
second war, when Dalaran and other nations had fallen before the demons and their dread allies, stirred.
Below, endless ranks of demons looked up at their coming and roared challenge. The dragons ignored most, the Fel
Guard and their like bound to the ground and, therefore, of little threat. Of more interest were the Doomguard, who
came up in great numbers, fiery lances and blades at the ready.
Alexstrasza watched a massive group converge on them, then, pulling her head back, she released a fount of flame.
Cries arose and burning Doomguard plummeted. With that single breath, the crimson leviathan had cleared the sky
of almost a hundred demons.
 Gnats&  she muttered.  Nothing but gnats& 
Then, one of the green dragons in the back roared in surprise as he was pummeled by several huge, round missiles.
Krasus did not have to see them close to know that they were Infernals. Even the scales of a huge dragon were not
entirely impervious. The wounds the green suffered were superficial, but repeated strikes would eventually take
their toll.
 Let us make some use of these foul creatures! Ysera hissed. She focused her closed eyes upon the next wave.
The new band of Infernals slowed. They continued to descend, but far from their intended targets. Krasus calculated
their new path and smiled grimly. The palace was about to learn firsthand of the sort of devastation that they had
permitted into Kalimdor.
But Krasus s earlier warning of the dangers that both the Highborne and Mannoroth represented proved all too
prophetic in the moments following, for suddenly the stormy sky unleashed a barrage of horrific, black bolts.
Caught in the center, the dragons and their riders were forced to break formation just in the hopes of surviving.
Not all did. Perhaps slowed by the earlier barrage of Infernals, the green male hesitated. More than a dozen bolts
struck him hard. Lightning scorched through his left wing, then seared him horribly in his tail and chest.
But although the lightning ceased, the worst was yet to come. Each of the wounds burned bright, and, as Krasus
watched, their damage rapidly spread along the dragon s body. Weakened further, the green made an all too easy
target for more of the Highborne s lightning. Six more bolts caught the male as he fought to stay aloft. The dragon
roared in agony, his death knell echoing in Krasus s ears.
The green dropped from the sky.
His huge form hit the Well s dark waters hard. Yet, even for so gigantic a creature, the dragon s collision was as a
pebble to the swirling maelstrom. Barely a ripple marked the green as he sank into the foreboding lake.
A foreboding rumble filled their ears.
 Hold on tight! commanded Alexstrasza, turning.
A new, frenzied attack swarmed the dragons. Black lightning shot down everywhere and, this time, no dragon
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