The Seven Sha might not have been all that powerful, but their abilities were now making things very unpleasant for Patrick.
After being affected by Sha energy, Patrick felt deeply uncomfortable. The negative emotions in his memories slowly surfaced in his mind.
Anger, despair, doubt, violence, hatred, fear, and pride drew out memories sealed deep within Patrick's heart. Even the goddess Elune could do nothing about this. There was little she could help Patrick with now; all she could do was muster vast amounts of energy to slow the Old God's corruption.
"Why did you save Kael'thas? Wouldn't it have been better to let him die in Tempest Keep?"
"Only when they're all dead can you become the king of Quel'Thalas. Wouldn't that be good?" Patrick saw himself wearing the Sun King's crown.
Patrick saw a dark version of himself standing before him. "I am you, and you are me."
"As long as you wish it, the entire world will be yours for the taking. Every race will grovel at your feet." Visions of ruling the world drifted through his mind.
"Who could possibly stand against you? All who oppose you will turn to ash before your power."
"The fate of those lesser races is to accept enslavement."
"Let them die. Wouldn't it be better if they died?"
"Perhaps this world should be destroyed."
Countless whispers lingered in Patrick's mind. The abyss was preparing to embrace him.
Although N'Zoth was sealed underground, his mental control over his subordinates had never faltered. For any being controlled by the Old Gods, death alone offered the soul its final release.
Now, however, N'Zoth had encountered a problem. As a living Old God, in terms of individual strength alone, he could take on either C'Thun or Yogg-Saron, to say nothing of his army