The Six Primal Forces Have Seven

When the scene before him suddenly changed, Nozdormu was startled. But once he realized Azeroth lay below, he immediately understood. Demon King Osiris had been expelled, and because he had been holding onto him the entire time, he had been dragged off the planet as well.

Naturally, Nozdormu was capable of surviving in space, so being sent out there did not bother him much. By then, Roy had released his grip on his head, and Nozdormu hurriedly beat his wings and flew a short distance away to see what was happening.

Endless power began pouring forth from within Roy. He had originally wanted to maintain his physical form, but he immediately realized that would not work. The power was expanding too quickly; his flesh-and-blood body would likely burst apart. He promptly switched into his Chaos form.

The next second, his mist-like body began expanding at a terrifying speed. From an initial diameter of several dozen meters, it swelled to several hundred meters, then several kilometers. Before long, his body had expanded to the size of an entire planet.

Nozdormu stared wide-eyed at the sight before him. The volume of this mist monster had already exceeded his imagination. He had no doubt that if this mist spread out, it could easily envelop the entire planet of Azeroth.

But what terrified Nozdormu most was that Roy's body was still expanding. In the darkness of space, his mist-like form had already blended into the black backdrop. Sunlight shining in from the side made the mist seem to appear and disappear.

As a result, although it was still daytime in Azeroth's western hemisphere, the high heavens had been shrouded in a hazy fog. Countless natives of Azeroth raised their heads to see a gray sky and the blurred, dim yellow outline of the sun.