Under the eternal night, the Mac'Aree Ruins seemed rather quiet, and rather eerie. After all, this was the great graveyard of Argus. Apart from certain half-demons who needed to draw on the undead for their experiments, no one in their right mind would come here. Even after becoming demons, they still had beating hearts and souls.
Today, however, in the little cemetery where Archimonde's Soulstone had been dug up, the excavated earth had not even been filled back in. Instead, a dark, six-sided altar covered in blasphemous runes hovered above the barren ground. Judging by its glowing fel runes, the altar had clearly been activated.
The leader of the Eredar grave robbers from earlier knelt before the altar, reverently holding the heart-sized Soulstone in both hands. The Eredar who had followed him knelt behind him.
He raised the Soulstone high, devoutly placed it in the recess in the altar before him, then took two steps back and cried out,
"Great, eternal, supreme Dark Titan Sargeras, your very existence is older than this absurd universe. Not even the omnipresent darkness and sunlight can conceal the slightest trace of your radiance. Your loyal servants pray to you here and offer you a sacrifice. We beseech you to descend upon Argus. Your glory, your Burning Legion, has been defeated. This is a shameful defeat. Only you, supreme above all, can turn defeat into victory, can..."
"Trash!"
A voice like muffled thunder sounded from the altar. The next moment, black flames ignited on the bodies of the Eredar kneeling in prayer. They could not even scream. The instant the flames rose, they turned to ashes.
When you gazed into the abyss, the abyss gazed back at you, but it had no interest in you, because you meant nothing to it. Everyone hoped to receive