The idea that Elune, is Y'Shaarj is not a bold guess, but a deduction based on ample evidence.
"We've obtained the most crucial data." Concerned for Xavius's safety, Illidan hurriedly pleaded with Robbie, "We can't delay any longer, Robbie, it's all up to you."
Robbie had already prepared the Metamorphosis Rune; the Holy Light and the Runes of the Dead intertwined, ready to be cast on Xavius.
"Wait, give me a little more time, I see it, I'll see it soon, no!"
Xavius wore an expression of utter horror, as if he had witnessed the most terrifying thing in the world.
"I saw it, but I can't remember it, nor can I express it. That terrifying truth was truly horrifying."
Xavius's head lolled to the side, and he fell into a coma. At the same time, Robbie cast Holy Light Metamorphosis on him.
A new life was born inside Xavius's body, but like a snowflake in a raging Flame, it quickly vanished without a trace. The Corruption Xavius suffered was even more terrible than Robbie had anticipated.
Robbie frowned slightly, increased the Power of the Holy Light, and continuously cast Holy Light Metamorphosis on him.
Like a stone sinking into the sea, all the Power of the Holy Light was completely devoured.
This is terrible. Robbie originally estimated a 10% chance, but now it seems that even a one in ten thousand chance is impossible. It's completely hopeless.
"That shouldn't be the case," Robbie muttered to himself. Could Xavius really be dead? Or had changing Illidan's Destiny affected Xavius? If so, who would appear in the Emerald Dream afterward?
Illidan watched all of this unfold, and he knew that Robbie had done everything in his power.
"No, no, there must be a way." Illidan hurriedly cast various healing spells on Xavius, but unfortunately, despite his best efforts, it was still to no avail.
"What should I do?" Illidan sat on the ground, clutching his hair, his face full of regret.
Robbie sighed, realizing he could only watch helplessly as Xavius descended into depravity, living a life worse than death.
"It's not time to despair yet."
A familiar female voice came through the phone; it was Queen Azshara.
Illidan's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly pleaded, "Your Majesty, please save Xavius! Look, we've discovered the secret of Elune, and we have all sorts of observation data. We'll be able to analyze it soon."
The Queen said sincerely, "You and Xavius are both heroes of the Night Elves, and Robbie's contribution is also indispensable. If you want to save Xavius, there is only one way: Fel infusion."
Fel energy, the power chosen by the corrupted titan Sargeras to combat the invasion of the Void.
Aside from a small amount of life and natural energy, the main Corruption within Xavius was the power of the Old Gods, the entanglement of the powers of at least two Old Gods.
As Queen Azshara's resounding chant echoed, the Well of Eternity surged, and a massive amount of magic drawn from the Void rose into the sky above Azshara City like thick, dark clouds.
The Highborne simultaneously stopped what they were doing, stood up together, and began casting spells on the magic in the sky.
The cloud-like magic rapidly circulated, transforming into pure and decisive Fel energy, which poured into Xavius's body. Queen Azshara used Fel Compression spell, Xavius's body seemed to contain a black hole, continuously absorbing the Fel energy.
Robbie understood the Queen's intentions. She ignored the profound complexity of the two Old Gods powers and simply crushed them with pure force, winning by sheer numbers.
Fel energy permeated every inch of Xavius's flesh and blood, temporarily Pain Suppression the mysterious worms within him. However, this mysterious, corrupting power was now turning around and Corruption the Fel energy.
"Now!" Queen Azshara roared.
Robbie hurriedly cast Holy Light Metamorphosis.
Within Xavius's body, a semi-transparent image appeared, having successfully escaped the Corruption body.
This Metamorphosis somewhat different from Farondis's. Farondis's new spirit body is completely transparent, as pure as the finest crystal, Xavius's newly Metamorphosis body has a faint green tinge, influenced by the power of Fel.
A large amount of pure Fel entered Xavius's translucent body, shaping his flesh and bones.
However, when Xavius regained his body, he was not in the form of Night Elf.
He had hooves split like a goat's, strong and powerful knuckles, long and sharp horns, dagger-like claws, and a long, lion-like tail.
"It's regrettable," Queen Azshara's voice echoed like a ghost, "Fel has twisted your soul, altered your appearance and form, making your current body more suited to wielding Fel."
Xavius didn't seem to mind, simply smiling faintly, "Thanks to the Queen's help, I have been reborn. I also thank Robbie, my best friend Illidan, and all the Highborne of Azshara."
"It feels so good to be alive." Xavius let out a long sigh, his face dark. "I saw the truth, but I can't remember it. I'd rather give my life for that one moment of memory."
"Xavius, you have done very well," the Queen comforted him. "Your forgetting of that moment is perhaps the most valuable information; at least it lets us know that you just looked directly at a god."
"Gods, what does this mean?"
Illidan and Xavius both looked puzzled.
"Remember, never look directly at the gods. You cannot remember everything about them unless you have their permission. Furthermore, never let the gods see you; being looked at directly by a god will come at a terrible price."
After a pause, Queen Azshara continued:
"Xavius, there are many races in the universe that accept Fel, similar in form to you. They have different names in each world. On the Azeroth Continent, I call them Satyrs, and you are the first Satyr in Azeroth."
Mount Hyjal
The Burning Legion's camp had grown considerably, with Legion Forges rising from the ground and Fel energy Corruption the earth. Archimonde the Defiler watched all this with delight, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
"Mannoroth, you have done very well. Your wisdom doesn't seem like that of a Pit Lord."
Pit Lord Mannoroth of the Abyss quickly and humbly replied, "It's all I should do."
Archimonde gazed into the distance at a massive camp, the gathering place of the Night Elves of Mount Hyjal, where the Priests of the Moon Goddess, led by Tyrande, were training them.
The Night Elves of Mount Hyjal have abandoned the magic of the Well of Eternity and have begun to accept the transformation of Fel energy. Due to their lack of understanding of Fel and improper use of it, many Night Elves have exploded and died.
"It'll be soon, very soon."
Archimonde was calculating the time. When the Fel energy within them reached a certain critical point, their bodies would change. Archimonde silently counted down in his mind. After the countdown ended, painful screams echoed from the Night Elf camp.
A group of monsters with sharp horns on their heads and split hooves ran out, roaring and howling madly. A few of them completely lost their minds and began to attack their own companions, plunging the Night Elf camp into chaos.
Archimonde chuckled smugly, "A new creature has appeared in Azeroth, and I'd be happy to name it. Mannoroth, what suggestions do you have?"
Mannoroth quickly replied, "I think 'Fel Elf' would be a better name."
"Haha, Fel energy can Corruption more than just Night Elves; your description isn't accurate enough." Archimonde, already prepared, said excitedly, "I've already decided on a name: they'll be called the Legion's Slaves."
"Damn it, my naming rights have been taken away. Azshara named this kind of creature before me: Satyr. How unoriginal!" Archimonde complained bitterly.