The Nightmare could not destroy Malfurion, but neither could he clear away its tumors.
After a clash, Malfurion broke away from Cenarius and watched his mentor's movements from the Twisted Temple at the edge of the Eileen Rift.
His mentor Cenarius was the leader of the nature wilderness spirits. If even he could not suppress the Nightmare's encroachment, how could the other Wild Gods resist its corruption?
Malfurion sank into profound despair.
The tranquil, peaceful Emerald Dream was shattering little by little. Darkness and shadow destroyed countless reflections of the Plane of Reality, turning this place into a garden for the Old Gods.
Cenarius's daughter Lunara wandered beside the ruins of the leaning temple.
Her eyes had once been utterly clear and pure. Sadly, Lunara's eyes were now blood-red, her gaze dull.
"Father, everything here seems to have changed. I can't see the lively, cheerful elves or hear nature's call. My heart hurts so much, so much." Lunara stood beside the pool in front of the temple, murmuring to herself.
Using Nourish, Malfurion cast a wisp of vibrant breath of nature into the pool.
The seed of nature fell into the water and grew rapidly.
With Malfurion's help, the seed resisted corruption and flourished, proudly completing its life cycle before Lunara.
But in Lunara's eyes, the life force displayed by this seed was undoubtedly another instance of the Nightmare corrupting the Dream.
To Lunara, the lush green vines looked like crimson, twisted roots.
"Who's spreading corruption in the Nightmare? Show yourself!" Lunara snapped, closing her faintly crimson hand around the oak tree sapling's branches and leaves.
In that instant, Lunara seemed to sense something. Once again, she heard the call within her heart and nature's response.
What was happening?
Lunara hurriedly pulled her hand back and pressed hard against her