Far, far away from Azeroth... perhaps hundreds or thousands of worlds away-no, tens of thousands of worlds away-somewhere closer to the Center of the Universe, there had once been a great civilization. They believed in the Holy Light, yet had been beguiled into falling into darkness.
It was called Argus... the homeland of the Prophet and all Draenei, the first race Sargeras had tempted, the headquarters of the Burning Legion-or rather, one of its headquarters.
If the Burning Legion was an interstellar empire, then Argus was unquestionably its center. The Eredar, the Burning Legion's principal race, were stationed on this planet that had already died in despair. It was one of the most terrifying hells in the universe.
Looking down from the distant stars, the once azure planet, originally much like Azeroth, had nothing left but dark green. That was the sign of fel magma drawn up through its surface. Sargeras had corrupted this place with its boundless power, and death had poured out of the planet's core, burying everything in this world.
This was one of the most tragic stories in this universe, but by no means the whole of it.
In the peaceful, silent sector once filled with planets, only a surviving belt of rubble remained. These were the remains of the World of Argus's moons, destroyed when Sargeras first descended. Like an immense halo of boulders, they encircled all of Argus, displayed in its skies in this cold fashion, as though recounting some sorrow and story from the past.
This was testimony to what had once been.
A green speck flashed and vanished beyond the rubble belt. The Burning Legion stationed on the World of Argus soon detected the energy fluctuation, and a starship rose from the ground. These interstellar fleets, which should have hovered outside the