The place before him was called Sethekk Valley, named after Sethe, the culprit behind the corruption of this region.
Nathanos Sin Slayer hated this place from the bottom of his heart. He heard countless agonized wails and the muttered chants of madmen. Darkness shrouded the sky, and sunlight seemed to have forgotten this corner of the world. Looking out, he could vaguely see black shadows constantly falling from the sky. What fell were not raindrops, but Arakkoa exiled from the Arakkoa Peaks.
The Arakkoa who followed Anzu were always shouting, "Shadows Obscure the Sun!" Yet they feared this place cursed by darkness. Sin Slayer snorted and ventured deeper into Sethekk Valley. He carried a list, and he had come for one name upon it.
Like Azeroth, Draenor had many powerful creatures, beings with strength comparable to demigods. The Arakkoa Peaks had once been ruled by three gods, and Sethe was one of them. After learning enough about him, Sin Slayer became convinced that he was someone who should never have been entrusted with great responsibility.
"A fool who died in another's belly. I'm wasting my time." He looked irritated, wishing he could immediately reach Shattered Peak, where Sethe had died, or simply turn around and leave. He preferred the latter. He had possessed little patience on the way here, and even less now that he was forced to stand on ground resembling a swamp. He had no particular complaint about such an environment, but he knew the liquid rising over his boots was not water mixed with silt. It was blood—the blood of Sethe, the God of Death.
"I see you." He noticed slight movement behind the protruding rocks in the swamp.
They rose one after another, baring their claws and fangs like mindless rotting corpses. Had these Arakkoa been