The Eileen Rift.
Dark gray mist shrouded the entire vault of the rift.
At some point, a beam of light pierced the chaos, and the encroaching shadows within the rift lost a little of their potency.
Taking advantage of that brief respite, Malfurion awoke beneath the crushing erosion of his mind.
Damn Xavius! He actually used such despicable means to trick the souls of the Wild Gods!
Malfurion inwardly cursed Xavius as a treacherous scoundrel, then calmed himself and searched the vast space for a way out.
The corrosive mist moved with Malfurion. Far from the light spilling through the crack in the vault, the mental pressure multiplied.
Malfurion forced himself toward the far end of the rift. He had been here before and knew that several Dream Portals had been placed here in advance.
But the turmoil in his mind shook his soul. By the time he reached the edge of the mist, his brain could no longer compel his body to move forward, yet Malfurion kept struggling with all his might.
"Malfurion, I never thought I'd see you like this." Xavius's voice rang out. Looking at the distraught Archdruid, who now resembled the magic beggars wandering the outskirts of the Well of Eternity in ancient times, he felt immense satisfaction.
Xavius had once served directly under Queen Azshara and wielded real authority among the Highborne.
Within Kaldorei society, the divide between ordinary elves and the Highborne was not an insurmountable class barrier.
Nar'thalas Academy, the Well of Eternity's priestesshood, and the various educational institutions in Zin-Azshari all offered ordinary elves a path to becoming Highborne.
Queen Azshara had always advocated that ordinary elves better themselves through study and effort, ensuring the purity and nobility of the Highborne.
Only noble souls and formidable personal power could ensure that the