Arcane light flashed, and Patrick and Illidan appeared in the camp.
The elves patrolling back and forth dropped to one knee. "Lord Kabolon."
The entire Steps of Fate had been converted into a temporary camp. Patrick and Illidan entered a makeshift mage tower.
The main purpose of the troops left behind earlier was to prevent anyone else from entering the Halls of Origination. The halls had not been opened outright, and the constructs inside could not get out either. Unless Deathwing, the Twilight Father, or others of their caliber came in person, ordinary Twilight's Hammer and goblin forces could not break through.
"You think those elementals won't oppose us again?" Back at camp, Illidan sat down in a chair without ceremony.
"No. The Elemental Lords were beings native to Azeroth to begin with. They hated one another, but after the Old Gods arrived, they chose to submit to the powerful Old Gods, until all of them were sealed away by the Titans. The elementals blessed by the Old Gods became even more violent. The elemental uprisings across Azeroth earlier happened because they were obeying the orders of Deathwing, the Old Gods' spokesman, and began stirring up trouble throughout Azeroth."
"Deathwing was already the enemy of all Azeroth in ancient times. That he could still live in peace to this day despite being wanted by every race and faction on the continent is nothing short of a miracle."
"Aren't those void dragons under your command the offspring Deathwing left behind in Outland?" Patrick smiled at that. "Being wanted across the continent doesn't mean he can't survive. Isn't he getting along just fine with those Twilight Cultists and goblins?"
"But it doesn't matter anymore." Illidan shrugged as well. "I'm no longer the Betrayer I once was. I stand for the Kingdom of