Sargeras was very busy, invading countless universes, with no time to spare even a glance at the Wasteland.
The betrayal of Mal'Ganis, chief of the demon legion, had not even reached his ears.
He merely looked over one battle report after another.
Where they had advanced to today.
Where they would be driven back from tomorrow.
Where they would advance to again today.
Tomorrow...
And so it repeated, the front lines constantly seesawing.
But Sargeras did not care, because he had long grown used to it.
Nor did he interfere with the demon Mal'Ganis.
Thus, Mal'Ganis began his blissful life of slacking off.
Hiding out in the Wasteland was truly wonderful.
Far more pleasant than fighting out there.
He had heard that quite a few of his companions sent to major places like Azeroth had been beaten until their souls were annihilated, returning to the void.
That was far too miserable.
Mal'Ganis was having a wonderful time, but the people of the Wasteland were not.
After all, they had merely compromised. It was tantamount to temporarily making peace with invaders; the humiliation was easy to imagine.
They stepped up their efforts to decipher Fel Energy and research demons and void lifeforms.
The cruel and ruthless Institute system finally showed its positive effects.
Even venomous snakes could be used to guard treasure.
Old Popsicle should count himself fortunate that he had not yet had time to destroy the Institute.
"Fel Energy is a form of energy, an unstable form of energy. Unlike ordinary matter-energy, it comes from the collision and explosion of two energies: Holy Light and Shadow."
"After these two energies collide, they produce unstable energy and space. The energy is Fel Energy, while the space is the void."
"Evil void creatures were born in the void. They are