In the frozen north, bitter winds howled.
A long, broad avenue of steel led to the city of death, Icecrown Citadel.
Undead soldiers wandered aimlessly. No living soul dared set foot in the Death Realm, rendering their watch meaningless.
Suddenly, a dark green glimmer appeared in the swirling frost mist. A thunderous hum instantly drew the attention of every undead soldier.
Under the control of a single will, they slowly converged on the speck of fel light.
Burning chaotic fel held an innate power to intimidate the undead creatures under the Lich King's command.
The undead soldiers approached the fel light, but not one attacked.
Then the light became a rift, and a demon's wrinkled hand tore it open.
A demonic portal appeared in the center of the square. The surrounding undead soldiers instinctively tightened their grips on their weapons and slowly backed away.
Tichondrius looked up at the towering steel fortress in the distance and soon detected the remnant Orc soul Lord Kil'jaeden had planted on Azeroth.
A failure from Draenor had actually managed to rise again in another world after receiving Lord Kil'jaeden's blessing.
The power of the Shadowlands once again reshaped Tichondrius's understanding of mental domination.
Even Sargeras, the mighty Master of the Burning Legion, could not completely control the wills of warriors from the Legion's various races.
Yet this Orc Warlock who had received the Helm of Domination could.
But Ner'zhul owed his power to the Burning Legion. As the chief architect of the Legion's return, Tichondrius was now the Lich King Ner'zhul's direct superior.
"Open the gates!" Searing fel fire drifted around Tichondrius, melting the towering ice before Icecrown Citadel's gates.
Two Nerub crypt fiends from the Kingdom of Ankahet bent down and pulled the gates open with their webs.
The fortress was empty. The