The sky was overcast, and there was no living thing on the desolate land. A translucent sphere floated in the air, shimmering with dazzling light like a finely polished diamond.
Rings of Runes slowly rotated around the sphere, mostly golden Runes, but also interspersed with many Black Runes.
Golden light converged from all directions, rippling across the surface of the sphere.
Below the sphere lies a terrifying Abyss, its destination unknown, from which grows a ring of black tentacles. On these tentacles, eerie eyes stare intently at the sphere and the Runes.
This is N'Zoth's Dark Kingdom, and floating in the air is the Forge of Origination.
Robbie and Vanessa looked up at the Forge of Origination, a terrifying Titan-forged as large as Stormwind City, containing energy capable of easily tearing Azeroth apart.
"The Titans are a bunch of bastards," N'Zoth muttered. "They built such a dangerous thing and then abandoned it. If I hadn't taken over the maintenance of the Forge of Origination, Azeroth would have been destroyed countless times over."
Robbie stared intently at the Forge of Origination. Its surface was covered with tiny cracks, repaired by N'Zoth's dark energy, and the black Runes were also added by N'Zoth.
Nothing is eternal. Even the Forge of Origination, built by the Titans, needed maintenance. The disheartened Guardian Ra-den had long forgotten about it. After the Forge of Origination killed Lei Shen, N'Zoth realized its danger and simply moved it to the Dark Kingdom.
Robbie smiled and said, "If Ra-den saw the Forge of Origination in this state, I wonder how angry he would be."
"Does Ra-den still dare to plot against the Forge of Origination?"
N'Zoth had good reason to complain, "He never cared about the Forge of Origination. After Lei Shen was killed, the outer shell of the Forge of Origination was on the verge of collapse. If I hadn't repaired it, Kalimdor would probably be gone by now."
"Ra-den has already entered the Halls of Origination," Robbie said calmly.
N'Zoth chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I've prepared a fake Forge of Origination. He'll see the Forge of Origination shatter before his own eyes, and then he'll get nothing."
Robbie asked, still uneasy, "Are you confident you can fool Ra-den?"
N'Zoth hesitated for a long time, the eyes on his tentacles darting around:
"Actually, I don't know much about Titans technology, and I've always been hesitant to touch the core of the Forge of Origination. To be honest, I'm very unsure of myself. Ra-den really decides to detonate the Forge of Origination, my Dark Kingdom Abyss be mostly destroyed. So I've prepared a gaping maw leading to the Void. If Ra-den really goes mad, I'll send the Forge of Origination into the Void."
"I have a plan," Robbie said, revealing his thoughts. "We can use Thrall to disrupt Ra-den's plans."
Upon entering the Halls of Origination, Ra-den proceeded forward, all the giant stone statues remaining motionless.
With Ra-den leading the way, Thrall a smug expression, looking down on Anhuur, the temple Guardian, with a smug, self-satisfied look on his face.
"Come on, hit me! Hit me!"
Brann Bronzebeard's expedition had disappeared into some unknown corner, which greatly displeased Thrall was eager for revenge.
After passing the outer perimeter of the temple, a completely different world unfolded inside. A pyramid eroded by wind and sand stood before them, and bones were scattered everywhere on the ground. Ra-den gazed at the pyramid and boasted:
"It was right here that Lei Shen and his personal guard were killed. Look at these scattered bones; perhaps Lei Shen's remains are among them. Poor Lei Shen, he must have died with his eyes wide open in disbelief."
Thrall looked around and inadvertently saw Vol'jin pick up a gem and secretly put it in his pocket.
Ra-den remained oblivious, continuing his rambling tale of the past. Thrall's gaze sharpened, while Vol'jin lowered his head in fear.
"Did you know that the Halls of Origination is actually composed of two layers of space? Everything you see here was created by the Forge of Origination. No matter how many times it is destroyed, it can be restored to its original state."
Thrall ignored Vol'jin for the moment and asked, "How can we find the Forge of Origination?"
Ra-den pointed at the three black spheres surrounding him, and a series of pitiful howls emanated from them. Blood flowed from the black spheres, congealing into a blood sphere. Ra-den said calmly:
"The blood of the Tol'vir family is the key to the Forge of Origination."
The crimson blood sphere emitted an eerie light. Ra-den splashed it in front of the pyramid, and a black entrance appeared.
"Please wait here. The energy in the Forge of Origination space is unstable and may harm you."
Ra-den entered the entrance first, Thrall seized the rare opportunity to grab Vol'jin by the throat.
"Hand over your jewels! How dare you Booty Bay from me!"
Vol'jin hurriedly took out the gem and handed it to Thrall. After Thrall released it, he coughed violently a few times.
"Great Savior, I was just trying to keep it from Ra-den."
Thrall snorted coldly, carefully examining the gem. Unable to figure out its purpose, Vol'jin whispered:
"This is a Memory Crystal, recording events from ancient times. It can be activated simply by infusing it with magic."
"Of course I know it's Memory Crystal." Thrall said with displeasure, carefully channeling magic into it.
The gems shone brightly, and a group of Mogu, led by the Tol'vir, entered the Halls of Origination and stood before the pyramid. The leading Mogu was tall, surrounded by Lightning, and his eyes were like lightning.
A Tol'vir pointed to the pyramid in front of him and said, "Your Excellency Lei Shen, this is where the Forge of Origination is located."
Lei Shen carefully examined the pyramid and nodded:
"That damned Ra-den, he actually accused me of stealing his power. Out of respect for him as Ancient Guardian, I won't bother with him. As long as I have the Forge of Origination, I can create countless Mogu as powerful as myself, which will increase my chances of defeating Elune."
Suddenly, the pyramid's doors swung open, and Ra-den walked out with a smug look on his face.
"Lei Shen Ji Wudao, this is your burial ground. With the Forge of Origination at my back, my power will be inexhaustible."
Lei Shen calmly sized up Ra-den, then suddenly burst into laughter:
"Ra-den, did you think I was unprepared? You've absorbed too much Void Energy; the power of the Void and Lightning is raging within you. After you absorbed the power of the Forge of Origination, the magic within you will become unstable. I only need to cast a small spell to control your body and make you my Servant."
"How arrogant, Ji Wudao! Your bluffing is utterly useless."
Ra-den smirked, refusing to believe it. Behind him, the phantom of the Forge of Origination loomed, golden Power Infusion Ra-den 'Ra-den body, enveloping him in a golden hue, and his form grew ever larger.
Lei Shen smiled slightly and spat out a Black Rune.
The Rune grew larger and larger, eventually covering Ra-den's body.
Ra-den suddenly knelt on the ground, and countless tiny cracks appeared on his body.
Why did this happen? What did you do?
"These are the Runes that restrain you, Ra-den. Become my subordinate, and I will appoint you Grand Marshal to help me destroy the Elune." Lei Shen sincerely extended the invitation.
Ra-den suddenly laughed, "Lei Shen, you've calculated everything perfectly, but unfortunately you miscalculated one thing: the Tol'vir have long since become my Servants."
A black beam of light descended, Ra-den temporarily banished himself to the Void.
At the same time, a terrifying explosion occurred at the pyramid.
The Memory Crystal shattered with a crash.