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Seated on the Throne, Diabolo studied the two spheres of information before him and fell into thought.
They contained the method for cultivating a plane through sacrifice, along with information about the Sunwell, both obtained from Lich King Niao.
He could set the first method aside for now. Whether it was genuine or the Lich King had hidden a trap in it would take time to test and verify.
The information about the Sunwell, however, made Diabolo frown.
He was certain it was genuine, but he couldn't shake the feeling that some danger lay hidden within it.
After all, both of them had sworn oaths on their souls, but those were only oaths. Diabolo had broken his without a second thought and attacked the fleeing Lich King.
"That last blow must have given him plenty to worry about!"
"But the Sunwell..."
Diabolo pondered.
According to the Lich King, the Sunwell was an extraordinarily powerful natural spring of energy. Its reach spanned several worlds, drawing energy from each of them to feed its source.
The elves' sacred land, the Emerald Dream!
The plane containing the Sunwell's ultimate source was immensely powerful. Its inhabitants even called it the Demigod Realm.
The name meant it stood first beneath the Divine Realm.
That world was called Aizer, said to be the sacred name once borne by the plane's creator god.
Many great gods dwelling high above in the Divine Realm had turned their