What Is Most Valuable Should Rightfully Belong to the Most Noble: Empress Azshara's Treasure
Within a cave in Zereth Mortis, the three seekers of truth began their third performance.
Though Azshara and Medivh still had room for more attempts, the Nether-Stalker no longer had the capacity for another. If this performance failed as well, its fate might be to fall into eternal blind idiocy.
Yet at Azshara's summons, the Nether-Stalker chose to risk everything without much hesitation.
It was not because it truly trusted Azshara. It had already explained the real reason: after enduring a long and arduous journey, it had finally arrived before truth itself, before this "truth of creation" left behind by the creators.
If it returned empty-handed now, the Nether-Stalker would be so tormented that it would want to strangle itself with its own hands.
If it truly wanted Cowardly Survival, it would never have followed Diakum to Zereth Mortis.
Though it walked the Path of the Void, the Nether-Stalker still saw itself as a seeker of truth. It firmly believed that "truth" had no factions, nor could truth possibly be so narrow-minded as to be defined by only one power or one ideology.
Now was the time to prove its beliefs with its own wisdom, life, and existence.
The third performance soon began.
Just as in the second attempt, the three cooperated perfectly. Under Queen Azshara's flawless control of the rhythm, they swiftly completed the first three sections of the chorus. The instant the fourth section began and the first syllable of the low-frequency language rose, the queen responded at once.
Her rhythm suddenly changed. With perfect cadence, she smoothly guided Medivh into playing an opening phrase utterly different from before.
The Nether-Stalker was intensely focused now. Since this was its final chance, it had actively