When the underground Fel army attacked City of Evil-Purging, Fel Mages on the surface commanded Fel Distortions to resist the encirclement by the Legion of Light and the Gevot City-State coalition.
After holding out stubbornly for a while, the Fel Distortions were purified, and the Fel Mages found themselves at the end of their rope.
"Hey, where are you? Weren't you going to overthrow the Goddess of Light and make the Endless Star Sea howl in Fel? Come on, say something! Give me a response!"
Unable to defeat the alliance at City of Evil-Purging, the Fel Mages pleaded with the mysterious Fel Overlord for help, hoping he would send a Fel army to support them against the Church of Light.
But their pleas went unanswered. The one who often whispered in their minds had fallen silent at the crucial moment.
The Fel Overlord thought, I want to speak too! If you're not getting a response, take it up with the Goddess of Light.
He really had wanted to overthrow the Goddess of Light. But hadn't he just been struck down before he could even get started?
Fel Energy had formed underground. Who could have expected some filthy thing to dig deep enough to touch an expanding Fel Void—and then fail to contain it when trying to deal with it, only to be caught by the Goddess of Light?
The Fel Overlord also had no idea why a Necromancer had been protected by the Holy Light and bore a mark of Light.
"We can't stay here. To Fel Space!"
One Fel Mage Tower after another was destroyed. Saruman and the other surviving Fel Mages knew they could no longer stay on the surface. Guided by the Fragmented Fel Pan-Consciousness, they headed for Fel Space through the Fel Voids beneath the Zaun