Sarkir Finally Presents the Blade of Sorrow, Azshara Cleverly Engineers a Collapse

73. Sarkir Finally Presents the Blade of Sorrow, Azshara Cleverly Engineers a Book of Collapse

The Ashen Wilds were a place the Venthyr avoided at all costs.

In ancient times, the Naaru's furious crusade had begun here. The ultimate clash between Light and Death had permanently transformed the terrain and environment of one-third of Revendreth.

Considering that Revendreth itself was the manifestation of Sire Denathrius's will, and that the Eternal Ones maintained some mysterious intimate connection with their own domains, the Naaru's final act of turning this gloomy land into a blazing realm of Holy Light had been far more than a last desperate struggle.

Diakum had every reason to suspect that, just like this wilderness weeping beneath the searing Light, the Light Crusade had inflicted far greater damage upon Sire Denathrius than the Shadowlands' history records casually suggested.

He had been wounded.

Or perhaps worse—perhaps those wounds could never heal.

Just as the Ashen Wilds still burned in scorching holy flames after all these years.

Dick spent nearly an entire night gathering every fragment of Naaru scattered across the Ashen Wilds.

The number was truly outrageous.

So many fragments had been cast into the blazing core of the Sunstrider Warhammer that the warhammer no longer needed Diakum to infuse it with power. The light and heat it radiated when burning now rivaled a star's corona. Yet Dick was certain that these were by no means all the fragments of the Naaru that had fallen into Revendreth.

At most, he had found half of them!

The other half had been collected by the Venthyr and piled within the abyss where the Naaru were imprisoned.

Diakum had once been a Naaru himself. Now, he possessed the body of the Sun God, the source of all Naaru, and thus he could clearly