After the tragedy at Mount Hyjal, Tyrande, having lost the trust of her people, was ashamed to face anyone. She hid herself away, abandoned her exquisite makeup, and spent her days eating and sleeping, living a disheveled and reclusive life.
That is, until Malfurion relayed Medivh's warning to her.
A glimmer of light returned to Tyrande's dim eyes, and she knelt on the ground in devout prayer:
"The great Elune has not abandoned us. Perhaps we have truly misunderstood Moon Goddess. We are but lowly mortals; how can we possibly compare to Moon Goddess wisdom? I must pray to Moon Goddess to uncover the truth. This time, I must remain clear-headed. Unless Moon Goddess explains everything to me, I will absolutely not serve her."
Tyrande first took a careful bath, restored her exquisite makeup, and put on her favorite Priest robes. Then she locked herself in her bedroom, neither sleeping nor eating, and prayed devoutly to the Moon Goddess.
For three days and three nights, Malfurion prayed continuously, waiting outside the door. He was very worried about Tyrande's safety. If this prayer was not answered, Tyrande would really be finished, and would become a walking corpse from then on.
On the third day, the terrifying power of the moon descended from the sky, shattering Tyrande's roof. Milky white light covered the entire fortress, and the soldiers and civilians inside took to the streets, pointing and whispering about Tyrande's residence.
"Look, that's our Priest Tyrande!" a dark-skinned girl exclaimed.
The bright moonlight enveloped Tyrande as she slowly rose into the air, facing the moon with her arms outstretched, receiving the infusion of lunar energy, as if a goddess had descended to earth.
After the tragedy at Mount Hyjal, the Night Elves began to doubt their faith in the Moon Goddess. But with this living miracle before their eyes, many were shaken and knelt down to pray to the Moon Goddess.
Tyrande opened her eyes, her gaze bright and clear. Her expression was dignified, and her lips parted slightly, her clear voice echoing throughout the fortress:
"I have seen the truth. Thank you, Elune; she never abandoned the Night Elf race."
Tyrande then slowly descended back into her bedroom, the power of the moon gradually fading away. However, the miracle of that night sparked much discussion and speculation among the Night Elves.
The latter half of the night is when the Night Elves are most active.
The surviving elders of Mount Hyjal gathered together to visit Tyrande. They were originally the most devout followers of the Moon Goddess, and after the tragedy, they were the ones who stood up and led the questioning of the Moon Goddess.
Tyrande and Malfurion received the elders. Faced with the elders' doubts, Tyrande did not hide anything, and a bright and pure crystal appeared in her hand.
"Could this be the Tear of Elune? Impossible, there's only one Tear of Elune, kept in the Temple of the Moon," an elder questioned.
Tyrande's pretty face radiated confidence as she smiled and explained to everyone:
"The so-called Tear of Elune are energy crystals formed from the pure power of the moon. Tear of Elune have different functions. This particular Tear of Elune is meant to convey the revelations of the Moon Goddess, but you must swear to the Moon Goddess that you will never reveal any information to the outside world, otherwise it will cause internal strife among the Night Elves."
The elders grew even more curious after hearing this, and they all swore that they would never tell anyone about what happened tonight.
Tyrande carefully cradled Tear of Elune, and solemnly said, "For ten thousand years, the Elune has devoted herself to the Night Elf race, but we have never understood her. The truth is right before our eyes."
The Tear of Elune emitted a pure white light, enveloping the entire room and creating a secret chamber that outsiders could not see into. Then, a vivid scene appeared before the elders.
A lush, towering tree grows in the lake of Mount Hyjal, its canopy covering a vast area, and carefree Night Elf race live on its trunk.
The elders present all recognized that this tree was Nordrassil, the World Tree.
Next, the lake where Nordrassil was rooted gradually turned as black as ink, shimmering and its magic grew richer and richer.
Influenced by changes in the lake's waters, Nordrassil grew rapidly, its canopy covering an increasingly wider area, eventually even encompassing the entire Mount Hyjal.
More and more Night Elves were born and lived on Nordrassil. Influenced by Nordrassil's magic, they became more intelligent and wise, and their appearance became more and more perfect, with delicate features and graceful figures. Some of them grew transparent magical wings on their backs.
Nordrassil's roots quickly extended beyond Mount Hyjal, reaching nearby Winterspring, Felwood, and other areas. The roots sprouted, broke through the soil, grew branches and leaves, and gave rise to a new World Tree, which can be considered a descendant of Nordrassil.
The offshoots are also growing rapidly, with the root system expanding outwards again, giving birth to new offshoots.
Soon, the entire Kalimdor was covered by the World Tree, and the number of Night Elf race increased, while the creatures of the land, all kinds of plants and animals, became extinct due to insufficient sunlight.
Seeing this scene, many elders sighed, lamenting the loss of countless lives.
Tyrande explained expressionlessly, "The magic in the lake at Mount Hyjal is increasing at an increasingly rapid pace; this will likely happen about five thousand years from now."
Five thousand years later, Kalimdor is devoid of life except for the creatures that inhabit Nordrassil and the Night Elf race. In the area covered by the World Tree, the land untouched by sunlight is a terrifying, dark, cold, and snow-covered world.
Tyrande frowned, his face grim. "This isn't the worst-case scenario; what follows is the most likely outcome."
Nordrassil yielded abundant magical fruits, ensuring the Night Elf race' well-being. However, they also became increasingly reliant on magic, leading to changes in Night Elf race physical appearance over time.
Because of their obsessive love for magic fruits, curved magic horns gradually grew on their heads to sense the location of magic fruits. In order to be able to move among the branches of the World Tree, their transparent magical wings transformed into bat-like wings, and they grew strong, powerful hooves that were good at running.
Because they only consume magical fruits for sustenance and do not need to eat or digest, they gradually lost their internal organs, and their chests became Void, used to store large amounts of magical energy.
The distorted appearance of the Night Elf race at this moment was very familiar to the elders present.
The Dreadlord, of the Nathrezim race.
Tyrande surveyed the assembled elders and solemnly stated:
"The seeds of the World Tree eventually crossed the ocean, took root in the Eastern Kingdoms, and carried with them the waters of the lakes of Mount Hyjal. Ten thousand years later, we Night Elf race became the Dreadlords we know today, growing ever more cruel. Without the need for an invasion by our Legions, this world was destroyed. All the revelations the Moon Goddess gave us are here."
The elders discussed among themselves. They had no doubt about the Moon Goddess's revelation. They were well aware of the changes in the waters of Mount Hyjal and the growth of Nordrassil, and they had also worried about it before.
"We must destroy the World Tree Nordrassil, won't we?" an elder asked.
Tyrande shook her head and said seriously:
"The Moon Goddess already told us the answer. Nordrassil is different from other World Trees; the Night Elf race cannot destroy her. Only the Burning Legion, Archimonde, can do it. To prevent this tragic future from befalling us, I need your support and help."