Three thousand years after the Sundering, thanks to the World Tree, the Night Elf race gradually recovered, growing to a level similar to that before the Kobold War, though still far from comparable to the glorious era of Queen Azshara.
The Vault of the Wardens were able to replenish its ranks with a new batch of jailers. Maiev Shadowsong, who had guarded Illidan for three thousand years, examined these new faces with a grim expression. Two of the Night Elves caught her attention.
One of the women, a tall and slender Night Elf with an upright figure and an indomitable gaze, caught Maiev Shadowsong's eye at first sight; she seemed to see a reflection of her former self.
Cordana Evil Song, Maiev immediately remembered the name.
The other was a woman with bright, lively eyes, delicate features, outstanding looks, and a graceful, charming figure. Maiev frowned; she didn't think it was a good thing that there was another rare beauty among the jailers.
But it didn't really matter. The Vault of the Wardens held all sorts of strange creatures, with the only Night Elf being the constantly tortured "Illidan." These prisoners couldn't appreciate the beauty of the jailers.
"What's your name?" Maiev asked.
Maiev immediately felt a condescending gaze upon her, as if she were being watched by a god. This fear from the bottom of her heart made her carefully take a step back, but soon the strange feeling disappeared, and before her was still a woman of breathtaking beauty.
"Xal'atath," the new jailer replied with a charming air.
A strange name, a strange surname. Aside from remembering the new jailer's enviable looks and physique, Maiev didn't dwell on the name. She assumed it must be a branch of some Night Elf from before the Sundering.
Over three thousand years, Night Elf society has undergone tremendous changes. Tyrande and Malfurion now reside on Teldrassil, the World Tree, a secluded corner of the world. The Sentinel Organization have long since split, with some Night Elf generals deserting and no longer obeying Tyrande's orders, secretly researching special technologies.
Tyrande was powerless to change this; her faith in the Moon Goddess could only allow her to maintain her position Chief Priestess. The Temple of the Moon, without any progress or change, was gradually becoming unable to compete with the independent lords and generals.
The Night Elves ' status and prestige in Azeroth were earned by their generals, not Tyrande's.
Ten thousand years have passed in a flash, and countless civilizations have risen and fallen.
Robbie stepped out of the Time Portal, breathing in the familiar air, and memories of ten thousand years ago flooded his mind. Who could have imagined that the Night Elf race were once so powerful, and that Azeroth had such a glorious history?
In Illidan Stormrage, Robbie successfully changed his tragic Destiny and understood the reason behind the Savior narrative.
Looking at the Vault of the Wardens not far away, Robbie knew his goal.
It's not about saving him, but about completely killing this fake Illidan.
The Black Cat stopped Robbie, shaking its head and saying, "It's impossible. We can't kill a god. Queen Azshara has been researching for ten thousand years, and still hasn't found a way to completely eliminate this threat."
"Can't you kill him?" Robbie recalled the inhuman torture he had endured for ten thousand years, his soul torn apart time and time again, only to be pieced back together. An ordinary being would have already exhausted its soul power and died long ago.
"What should we do?" Robbie could only ask the Black Cat for advice.
The Black Cat calmly said, "We don't know the answer, but the gods certainly do. You need to observe; this powerful soul will definitely not accept this. He has already planned everything."
Robbie carefully hid in the shadows, and soon spotted a familiar figure.
Cordana Felsong, Archmage Khadgar's bodyguard.
Back in the familiar Vault of the Wardens, all the jailers bowed to their senior.
Ignoring her, Cordana Felsong went straight to the deepest part of the Vault of the Wardens, where Illidan was imprisoned, in a cell personally guarded by Maiev.
Looking at her familiar old subordinate, Maiev said unhappily, "Cordana Felsong, why are you back? Have you forgotten why I placed you by Khadgar's side?"
Cordana Felsong smiled faintly, a hint of smugness in her eyes, and said, "I've got what you wanted."
With a flick of his wrist, Xie Ge produced a black book with an eerie aura— the Tome of Chaos —with a strange red eye on its cover that rolled around rapidly.
The Tome of Chaos is a strange book that records Soul Magic. It is said to be a relic of a great god of Draenor, and possessing this grimoire would allow for better control over Illidan.
Draenor was once associated with the Legendary of the Tome of Chaos, but unfortunately, it fell into the hands of some powerful figure. Archmage Khadgar also desired the book, so he used the promise of crafting Legendary ring as bait to lure adventurers to find it.
Cordana Felsong was always by Khadgar's side. Sometimes when Khadgar went out to handle some personal matters, Evil Song would greet adventurers on his behalf. Unfortunately, this is how Evil Song obtained the book.
Upon seeing the long-desired grimoire, Maiev beamed with delight and said, "Cordana, you certainly didn't disappoint me. Well done! Khadgar, do you believe you like Illidan?"
Xie Ge chuckled, "We've lived for so many years, surely we can fool a child in his fifties? Khadgar has no doubt about me whatsoever; he truly believes I have some kind of inexplicable love affair with Illidan."
Maiev fiddled with the Tome of Chaos, nodding smugly. "Humans are strange creatures. Once they believe in false love, their intelligence instinctively drops. Even Archmage like Khadgar is no exception. By the way, how do you open this book?"
Xie Ge said solemnly, "This is an Evil book. You need to look directly into the Eye of Chaos on the cover. Only if you can overcome the Eye of Chaos's allure can you open this book."
Maiev, unsuspecting, confidently stated, "How could a mere Eye of Chaos possibly contend with my unwavering will?" She picked up the Tome of Chaos and stared directly at the crimson Demon Eye on the cover.
"Ah!" Maiev screamed and collapsed to the ground.
"What, what's going on?" Maiev was shocked; she felt as if her mind had been imprisoned.
"The Jailer Maiev Shadowsong." Shadowsong revealed a smug smile, "Looking directly into the Chaos Demon Eye will result in mental imprisonment. You were too confident; that's your weakness."
"Evil Song, what... what are you going to do?" Maiev stared in surprise at her familiar subordinate, then suddenly a possibility occurred to her. "Do you really like Illidan? Are you going to let him go? No, that's a lie."
Xiege suddenly blushed and whispered, "I do love Illidan, he's the real man, my dear, but not this Maiev in the Vault of the Wardens. For ten thousand years, you've been playing dumb. You knew all along that this guy isn't Illidan at all; he's an Evil being."
Maiev lowered her head and remained silent. With ten thousand years of experience the Jailer, she knew her prisoners better than anyone and had long since noticed something amiss, but she had to keep it from Tyrande in order to maintain her position.
Xie Ge held the Tome of Chaos in his hand, turned to a page, and looked at the monster firmly bound to the stone pillar.
"Today, I will utterly obliterate his soul. This is the task my beloved Illidan entrusted to me."