He Said, "It's Time!"

Draenor had not been having an easy time lately. It kept teetering on the edge of destruction, tormenting the inhabitants of that world to the point of misery.

But then again, Draenor's misfortune did not mean the other worlds had been sailing smoothly during this time.

Especially its fellow sufferer, Azeroth. That world was an odd place. Even without a demon invasion, it would always run into all sorts of bizarre incidents and somehow push itself into equally bizarre desperate situations.

For the bizarre place that was Azeroth, demon invasions were practically a "weekly routine." If a few demons, Old Gods, undead, Titans, or whatever else did not show up each week to wage a Waaagh of destruction, the inhabitants of that world would consider themselves absurdly lucky.

Though sages had said that those destined for great things must endure painful trials and torment, while other sages had said that whatever did not kill you would make you stronger.

But the problem was, weren't there just a little too many of these things that "didn't kill me," and weren't they happening far too often?

If Azeroth could speak—well, she already could—then she was definitely complaining right now. She truly did not want to go through any more of this "what doesn't kill me only makes me stronger" bullshit.

Being carved apart by a dull blade hurt too, damn it!

Of course, after Diakum the Saint led the Salvation Army on a rampaging sweep across Azeroth, every hidden or exposed threat had been wiped away. In particular, the shutdown of the Everything Unification Field and the removal of Void corruption finally gave the World Soul, who had suffered for hundreds of thousands of years, a chance to relax.

She could return to the proper path of Star Soul growth and intervene