Before the three of them, Xavius's arrogance was fading. Patrick could clearly sense that Xavius had lost his master's protection, and that strangely familiar evil presence was struggling to retreat.
His master had abandoned him as a pawn.
The key to true victory lay with the one controlling the Nightmare Lord. A useless wretch like Xavius could not accomplish something like this. Malfurion understood that, Tyrande understood it, and Patrick understood it better than anyone.
It would be best if they could press their advantage and probe N'Zoth. Malfurion and Tyrande realized at the same time what they should do next.
As the miraculous rain soaked the Nightmare Lord's victims, a feeling of peace immediately spread throughout their bodies. They began to forget most of the pain they had suffered, or the agony of being trapped in nightmares with no escape. Control over their bodies began to return to them.
The nightmare resisting Malfurion began to weaken. This fatal blow was very effective, and Malfurion kept working. Although he did not understand why a High Elf possessed such vast amounts of nature energy, he continued his efforts until that healing magic reached the World Tree and the Nightmare Lord.
The rain slowly reached the Nightmare Lord's feet. This miraculous power left Xavius in unbearable agony.
"I will follow you forever," the Nightmare Lord continued to threaten. "I am you, Malfurion... I am merely your dark... ah!"
Xavius let out a horrifying scream. Malfurion did not answer. He slammed all the power he had gathered from Azeroth and the Emerald Dream into Xavius's enormous, terrifying trunk.
The gathered energy attacked Xavius's soul... but it did not work.
Is this what you wanted from me...? Malfurion said silently to himself. Very well... it seems my lightning isn't powerful enough.
Gathering himself, Malfurion