Ysera understood that Xal'atath had embraced Rowan to draw on his soul power. She clearly sensed a psychic bombardment surging toward them through the Nightmare's corruption.
But the sudden embrace made Ysera deeply uncomfortable.
Katrana watched Rowan resentfully, the jealousy in her eyes bearing a striking resemblance to Ysera's own.
Looking at her student, Ysera felt as though she were looking at herself.
That strange emotion surfaced again, and Ysera could no longer avoid it. She knew her feelings had changed.
Xal'atath had discovered the core of the Nightmare's corruption and established a bridge of communication with it. Rowan took up her torch, ready to run the final stretch.
Through Xal'atath's mental link, Rowan connected to Il'gynoth's inner world.
There, Rowan saw a sea of chaos.
Shadows intertwined with fragments of disorder, tangled thoughts twisting through one another. The mental world forged by the Void Lord tore at Rowan's mind sea, trying to alter his beliefs and perceptions.
As Rowan set foot in this realm of spiritual nothingness, a faint light naturally radiated from his body.
That pure crimson firelight drove back every chaotic mental shadow.
Where Rowan stood, darkness vanished, leaving only light.
"The torch, the raven, the treacherous one, the queen... after your arrival, every future foreseen by the void lost its luster." Il'gynoth's deep voice echoed through the chaotic world, filled with disbelief.
Rowan had never cared much for prophecies, even though Azeroth was unquestionably a world of high magic.
In Rowan's view, prophecies were merely conclusions drawn from the patterns by which events developed.
Now that Rowan wielded enough power to drive Azeroth's progress, it was perfectly reasonable for prophecies to pale before him.
Rowan cleared his throat and solemnly assumed the role of a teacher, explaining the doubts in Il'gynoth's mind.
"I'm here to answer