"Are you... Xavius?"
Malfurion asked in disbelief. He couldn't understand how Xavius had managed to restore his Night Elf appearance.
"Ysera! Ysera! You always do this! You show up just when I'm about to succeed and ruin everything!
"Malfurion! I—I will never forgive you!
"Master N'Zoth! Master N'Zoth—"
Even after he had become a Night Elf again, Xavius's body continued to be corroded. At last, as he cried out his master's name and met his end, the twisted oak behind Malfurion crumbled to dust.
After tearing off the ropes around him, Malfurion was about to go check on Xavius when a sudden pang struck his heart. It was the shared feeling of every living creature in the Emerald Dream. Then a crystal-clear tear fell from the sky. It was Ysera's final tear, and the Emerald Dream was letting everyone know in its own way that Ysera had saved them.
As he watched the tear fall into the soil and get absorbed by the earth, grief welled up in Malfurion. But at that moment, he had no time to mourn. He had to return to Azeroth. He wanted to know what had happened while Xavius had been tormenting him.
The crisis in the Emerald Dream had passed, but far away in Northrend's Storm Peaks, Sylvanas, Illidan, and Muradin were buried underground by the trembling earth. No—more accurately, they had been buried in the place where Yogg-Saron had once been imprisoned. By sheer coincidence, they opened the gates to Valhalla from there.
When countless Val'kyr drifted out of the golden gate that had suddenly appeared in the sky, the once noisy, chaotic world seemed to fall silent. But after Yogg-Saron's massive body smashed the gate to pieces, Sylvanas realized it had all been an illusion. Even when Odin, master of Valhalla and