It had to be said, no matter when he saw the Great Maelstrom, that soul-stirring sight never changed.
The entire sea was spinning. The red-glowing center of the vortex resembled a bizarre eye, while the spiraling monstrous waves around it had been dyed red as well. Vast quantities of seawater roared deafeningly. A person floating above the vortex would look as tiny as a mosquito.
This had once been the site of the Well of Eternity, while Azshara's palace had already sunk beneath the earth. No one knew what the situation below was like, or whether Deathwing was home.
But none of that mattered. Su Ming had not come for him.
He had come looking for Azshara's former deputy, the chancellor of the Ancient Elven Empire, the "number one satyr of Azeroth" whom Sargeras had turned into a demon, who had embraced the Old Gods after being abandoned by the Burning Legion—the embodiment of Nightmare, N'Zoth's tool, Xavius.
To enter the Emerald Dream and take out Malfurion, which could be regarded as an independent dimension, there were only two paths.
Either he built a good relationship with the Green Dragonflight and had Ysera or another green dragon take him inside.
Or he worked with the Dream's opposite and invaded through Nightmare.
His goal was to go in and kill someone. Malfurion had to die, and if the opportunity arose, he could kill Malfurion's teacher, Cenarius, too.
That meant he could not use Deathstroke's identity, so he had simply come to cooperate with a servant of the Old Gods—Malfurion's old enemy.
Speaking of which, Xavius was a little like Thanos. They were both simps.
Thanos simped madly for the Goddess of Death, while Xavius was obsessed with Queen Azshara. When the Queen wanted to bring the Burning Legion into Azeroth to