Gul'dan knelt on the ground, staring intently at the fel fire rising from the pool.
His eyes held a mixture of fear, excitement, and confusion.
Of all the tales told on Draenor, Gul'dan had never heard of or seen such power. He shakily rose to his feet and reached out with his trembling right hand to touch the fel fire.
"This can change your destiny and end your suffering. Don't you want to end all this and be reborn?"
Kil'jaeden's voice rang out again. Gul'dan's eyes widened, and his breathing quickened.
"I'm tired of all this. I will make every orc kneel at my feet. I will create a world of my own!" Gul'dan hesitated no longer. He resolutely reached out with his right hand and touched the fel fire.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The rain stopped, and towering fel flames erupted across the Throne of the Elements. Gul'dan stood within the fel storm. With his determination, his fierce demands of life, his unparalleled patience, and his extraordinary talent, he soon made fel power his weapon.
Kil'jaeden returned to Kairoz's side, watching Gul'dan, now ruled by rage and hatred, with satisfaction.
"The Gul'dan of this timeline is stronger than the Gul'dan in the normal river of time. Still, one little detail remains before our task is truly complete." Kil'jaeden patted Kairoz's shoulder, signaling him to prepare for their next move.
Are you a demon? Hasn't Gul'dan suffered enough for you?
Kairoz frowned and opened the passage for traveling between worlds again, following Kil'jaeden's instructions.
The Sands of Time covered the Throne of the Elements once more. Their surroundings changed, and beautiful Nagrand gradually lost its color, deteriorating into the fel-tainted Tanaan Jungle.
"Hurry! The Dark Portal must open by the middle of this month. If you slaves can't deliver the stone