Perhaps because they already knew how dangerous this war would be, the commanders of every race felt lingering dread as they gazed at the Great Divide far to the southwest. The bronze dragon Anachronos, however, breathed a sigh of relief, because at least he had not detected any high-ranking Silithid within it.
"Follow the original plan. Go around the Shore of the End of the World to Feralas. Eldre'Dani the Council has already prepared a port and is waiting for you. Then muster the troops and set out, taking up position at sea west of Silithus. On my command, have the Dragonhawk Riders fly over the mountains of western Silithus and attack the Qiraji." Patrick left these orders with the Mothership's captain. All of this had been planned well in advance.
"As you command, Lord Regent." The other Blood Elf naval personnel accompanying them returned to their ships and began heading toward Feralas.
The allied forces watched those allied soldiers depart. Eventually, the fleet vanished across the vast ocean, while the main allied army had finished mustering and remained at the edge of the great rift.
From their high vantage point, they surveyed the entire Great Divide. Numerous jointed tentacles covered in exoskeletons protruded from the ground. The soil in direct contact with those tentacles was already covered in a purple Creeping Carpet, with hardened, keratin-like skin forming over it. This ability to alter the most fundamental properties of matter and turn inorganic substances organic simply exceeded the knowledge of every school of magic.
Patrick had originally possessed some understanding of the Old Gods, but it was limited to a few scattered fragments of memory. Just how powerful C'Thun's abilities were in reality remained unknown to him.
Yet judging solely by the Great Divide that had appeared in Tanaris, this