The Final Confrontation

Days passed, and Azshara finally welcomed the Old God's special envoy, Ysiel Nightshadow.

To receive this elf from Outland, Azshara made sure to summon White Jaina to keep her company whenever possible.

That day, a Portal opened within Azshara's Royal Palace. Beyond it lay an endless starry sky. Then, a long purple leg crossed space and hovered over the palace floor, followed at last by a lovely figure radiating starlight appearing before them.

Azshara hurried forward on her three legs and asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you?"

The elf radiated Void Energy. Purple streams of energy rippled beneath her grayish-white skin, forming flickering tattoos. Strange purple symbols were inscribed upon her face, seemingly some kind of Void script. Her eyes had no pupils, only a pair of eyes shimmering with starlight and flowing purple energy.

"I am Ysiel Nightshadow, from the Netherstorm of Outland. I have been ordered to observe this place," the Void Elf stated her purpose in an ethereal voice.

Seeing the other's appearance, Azshara suddenly felt a little jealous. After all, this elf from Outland was no less beautiful than she was. But remembering the master behind her, Azshara quickly greeted her.

"I am Queen Azshara. Welcome to my world. This is the human mage, Wanderer." She wanted White Jaina to take this unfamiliar elf away as quickly as possible, afraid that she might discover some secret. The wandering mage had told her that the surprise attack on the Old God would begin soon, and she needed to arrange an escape route as well, lest she fail to jump ship and end up capsizing with it instead.

White Jaina sized up the Void Elf. She looked exceptionally good and would suit the aesthetic tastes of most races. It seemed the Old God had put some