The Solitary Brave, The Resolute Warrior

The sky was pitch-black, the gale howling and thunder crashing.

Above the Well of Eternity, the enormous vortex of the portal was still churning. Sargeras's massive hands reached through from the other side, gripping the edges of the portal, while most of his head had emerged from beyond it. The Night Elves watching from afar could even clearly make out one of his enormous, crown-like demon horns.

Surging Fel flames poured out at the same time. After passing through the portal, those Fel flames seemed to collapse, falling in great swathes into the Well of Eternity below. The lake's surface erupted into a raging blaze, rolling with the waves.

From time to time, flailing demons spun through the sky as they were expelled through gaps in the vortex. Yet some unfortunate demons crashed into Sargeras on the other side of the portal, then screamed as the Fel fire burned them into ash.

Rhonin, Krasus, and Broxigar could only watch anxiously. They knew full well that although Sargeras's power on the other side and the portal's energy had reached a temporary stalemate, the Dragon Soul's output had already reached its limit. If they could not think of another solution, Sargeras would most likely enter Azeroth World before the portal completely collapsed.

Tyrande and Malfurion had returned by then as well. They had already organized the surviving Night Elves to begin evacuating. With the authority the two of them commanded, even the Highborne nobles raised no objections at this point. The Night Elves were boarding ships in an orderly fashion or retreating to higher ground.

After arranging for their people's evacuation, Tyrande and Malfurion returned out of concern, only to discover that Illidan had disappeared.

But at a time like this, no one cared what Illidan was doing. Everyone racked their brains