(Bonus chapter for word-count variation [3/5])
It was midnight in this fel kingdom when Illidan arrived in Krokuun.
Of course, there was hardly any need to care about the changing sun and moon in a place crawling with demons. The corruption of fel had made it difficult for Elune's moonlight to reach the land of Argus. Though the moon's reflection still hung in the sky, it was merely a celestial body that gave off no light and bore no blessing.
In truth, if Argus had not been intended as the Burning Legion's wartime headquarters in the material world, and if a Titan bred by fel had not still slumbered within it, demons would have dragged this world into the Twisting Nether long ago.
The fel density on Argus was scarcely inferior to that of worlds within the Twisting Nether. Especially near structures of great significance to demons, the concentration of fel was already enough to form tangible "arcane energy tides."
Demons felt refreshed after taking a breath within them, while any normal person who so much as came into contact with them would have their soul and heart corroded.
But Demon Hunters were an exception.
Brother Egg walked through the raging arcane energy tides not only unaffected, but enhanced to the limit just like the demons. Both body and mind were ready for a massacre, yet the Star Hunter was the most dangerous hunter in the starry sea. He would not expose himself carelessly until he found a target worth striking.
Illidan circled the area around Nathraxas Castle in Krokuun several times. He observed the place, especially the fel beam that ran through heaven and earth from the castle's center. Like a colossal fel sword, it pierced into this world's core and surged upward until it connected to the Twisting