"All of this belongs to the Lord of the Nightmare!" Xavius' Tree murmured as the surrounding satyrs withdrew. "You, all of you. I have looked forward to this moment for so long, trapped beneath the dark waves for so long, waiting and growing under his guidance. Only when the time was ripe did I break free of my cocoon and take root on the Eastern Cliffs, looking down upon my lost Zin-Azshari! Here, my Queen once ruled everything. I once possessed boundless mana. You will fall here, the Lord of the Nightmare will shroud the land, and I will soon be crowned. No one could be more suited to ruling the world than I am. No one!"
Patrick suddenly noticed that more and more projections of the real world were appearing within the Emerald Dream. Xavius was pushing the two worlds to merge.
"He's stalling for time, trying to merge the real world with the Emerald Dream." Patrick spurred Malfurion on while trying to gather the force of nature himself.
"This was a mistake I made back then," he told Tyrande. He had carelessly let Xavius go last time, but there would not be a next time. "Now, I will put it right at once!"
Tyrande nodded at Malfurion's meaning. Holy radiance slowly spread, and Malfurion looked as though he had never been injured.
At that moment, Malfurion was contacting the other druids. He had thought of a way to eliminate the nightmare immediately.
To achieve his goal, Malfurion had to ask the other druids to disarm and begin meditating, transferring their power to him. The druids obeyed him without hesitation, without the slightest hesitation.
Through a special method, everything Malfurion told them was something they already knew something about, though they had not understood it until now. After Patrick