Kairoz spent the entire night at the Burning Legion's outpost, torn by conflicting feelings.
After seeing the Burning Legion's army of millions, Kairoz had already lost most of his hope.
Yet he refused to give up. Only when he saw the titan god Aggramar reduced to Sargeras's lackey and learned that all the gods of the Pantheon had perished did his last defenses finally crumble.
Kil'jaeden gave Kairoz the whole night to consider. At dawn, Kairoz gazed at the sun rising beyond the edge of the shattered world and unconsciously clenched his fists.
He had to make a choice.
Kil'jaeden's lies sounded absurd. Opening a portal to Azeroth for the Burning Legion would undoubtedly be inviting a wolf into the fold.
Azeroth already faced the threat of an invasion from the Shadowlands. If the Burning Legion's demons descended as well, Azeroth would surely be plunged into misery.
But on second thought, without the titan gods' mercy, the creatures of Azeroth's surface world had no hope of resisting the powerful Shadowlands forces.
Kil'jaeden had given Kairoz some information about the Shadowlands. The Jailer of Soulrender, the instigator who had opened the passage from the Shadowlands, possessed power on par with Sargeras, the Master of the Burning Legion.
Azeroth had long since been worn down by the torment of the Old Gods.
Now, the arrival of the Shadowlands Army would inevitably upset the balance. Worst of all, the Jailer had set his sights on the anima of surface life.
In other words, he sought to capture the souls of the living...
Compared to those brutal Shadowlands lackeys, the Burning Legion seemed far more straightforward. They would not attack intelligent creatures who surrendered to them; instead, they offered various forms of preferential treatment.
Sargeras wanted Azeroth's world soul. As long as the creatures