A massive storm was brewing within the Horde.
The steel crate containing the Heart of Y'Shaarj had been successfully transported back to Orgrimmar and placed directly within the newly constructed underground fortress beneath the Warchief's Hall. With the assistance of the Kor'kron War Shamans, Warchief Garrosh was attempting to absorb the immense power within the heart, or perhaps merge the entire Old God heart directly into himself.
Although sha energies had no fertile ground to survive on continents beyond Pandaria, at most producing a few minor sha demons, Y'Shaarj's mental whispers constantly echoed in Garrosh's mind, seeking to drag the orc warrior into endless corruption and ultimately turn him into a mad puppet.
But Y'Shaarj had miscalculated. Just like Salathas, the Blade of the Dark Empire, had once done, he could never have imagined what kind of Orc Garrosh was.
His will was as firm as steel. He had devoted everything he possessed to the Horde he loved beyond measure. The only desire and wish in his heart was to unite the entire Horde around himself and lead it into prosperity and strength under his rule.
All of this was for the Horde. Even if he died, he would have no fear.
And so Garrosh succeeded. He won. No existence could forcibly twist or change his will and ambitions.
Y'Shaarj could not corrupt him. At most, he could infinitely magnify Garrosh's every emotion toward the Horde.
As Y'Shaarj's power began to flow endlessly into the Orc's body, as the Orc gradually merged with the entire heart, Y'Shaarj had no way to stop it.
Garrosh was a hundred times, ten thousand times, a hundred thousand times stronger than Arthas. Arthas's mind had been influenced by Ner'zhul, yet even before an Old God like Y'Shaarj, Garrosh could still hold fast to his