Sarkir's End: Without a Guide, He Would Surely Lose His Way

The battle in the sky had entered a fever pitch as Diakum seized the sun and used it as a "warhammer" to smash the Devourer of Worlds, but the conflict on the ground had not paused for even a moment.

As the old saying went, gods had their opponents, and men had their wars.

Though the sudden appearance of the Devourer of Worlds had forced both the demon fleet and the Restoration Army fleet to withdraw from this star system by jumping away, the Fel Rifts already opened across Draenor had not stopped operating.

The Burning Legion's demons were exhilarated to be back in the kind of war they knew and loved. They charged out of the rifts and launched a mad Fel Waaagh across every region of Draenor.

This had already been part of Draenor's preparations for war. Thus, even though the planet could be destroyed at any moment by the aftershocks of the "battle beyond the heavens," the K'ure Alliance and the Eredar did not stop fighting.

However, as the battle raged on, both sides noticed the entrance of a "third party."

The forces of the void had appeared as well!

More precisely, it was the group of Voidwalkers under Dymus.

It was much like the scene from the battle of K'aresh. Under the pressure Diakum was exerting in the sea of stars, Dymus constantly released its void energy, directly causing one Void Rift after another to open across the disaster-stricken world of Draenor.

An endless stream of Voidwalkers sensed their god's summons. They rushed into the material world in swarms, seeking to emulate their god and devour this world.

With so many Voidwalkers flooding into a reality plane like a black tide from the Sea of Darkness, few planets other than a ludicrous world like Azeroth could