Tempest Keep was an excellent ship. The Naaru and Draenei had once traveled aboard it across star domains, searching for a home among countless worlds.
The ship's speed had long since surpassed anything mortals could imagine. In truth, it advanced through the boundless universe by something more akin to spatial jumps. Within its force field, its three escort ships and the captured small starship Fel Hammer accompanied it, likewise leaping forward at tremendous speed.
As though they were a single whole.
But the scenery of the Void was no different from the cold stars in Dick's memory. Compared with the Milky Way he had once known, this sea of stars, ravaged by the Burning Crusade, was far more desolate than the one in his other memories.
Wherever the Burning Legion went, worlds turned to ash. That was no exaggeration. In fact, to give Dick a more direct understanding of the Burning Crusade, Illidan had deliberately chosen a stopping point on their return journey. It was an unnamed star system. Through Tempest Keep's windows, Dick, Rhonin, and the others truly saw a world burned into cosmic wreckage by dark green Fel fire.
In the cold, dark galaxy, it was a mass of debris without any sign of life. More than a third of the planets in the entire system had been burned away, looking as though a sword had sliced them open, like corpses long dead. Most maddening of all was that green sun... a sun completely corrupted by Fel. It hung in the center of the system, yet had lost all its light and heat, able only to scatter malicious rays in every direction, as though it were weeping.
The cruel murderer had deliberately left proof of its identity at the scene of this massacre. It had strode away laughing