The Nightmare of Nya’lotha Ends
Fending off the Black Empire forces in Silithus, Alice slashes and fires off spell after spell. But every enemy that fell, five more took its place. Either materializing out of Nya’lotha, coming out of Ahn’Qiraj, or swarming in from Uldum. Everyone was feeling the fatigue from the battle, as well as the mental fatigue from fending off N’Zoth’s influence and games. Despite being near the Azerite, being empowered by the Titan’s blood, that only seemed to help the Old God invade their minds. More and more forces fell on both sides, but the forces of Azeroth were being overwhelmed. Alice pushed herself more and more, but she was still freshly-healed from her injury, still weaker than usual. She started to feel the fatigues herself. She needed to replenish her energies, doing what she despised doing, Alice started to leech and feed off the doubts and fear of those around her and she reached deep into Azeroth to leech of her corruption. Doing this always brought out the worst in Alice, but in this dire situation, what else could she do?
Just as Alice was rejuvenated and her energy replenished, something happened. The forces of the Black Empire stopped and started to spasm, shortly after, even Alice was hit with something. Her eyes burning red as her mind left her body, venturing to Nya’lotha. Floating above the Waking City, Alice noticed the city was attacked, corpses of Nya’lothian forces decorated the landscape and Alice could feel the minds of a large gathering of Azeroth’s greatest champions in battle. But their minds were not the only ones Alice felt. Alice could feel the fury of the Old God, enraged at the annoyance of the Champions. Then there was a blinding flash of energy, even in Astral Projection, Alice knew it well, Azerite. Alice heard and felt N’Zoth scream out in anguish and then silence.
Blinding energies engulfed Nya’lotha and forced Alice out. Returning to the battlefield she was pulled from, Alice noticed the Nya’lothian forces she was fighting burning up in Azerite, being sent to oblivion. Wasting no time, Alice charged the remaining forces, she would ask questions and seek answers later. During her assault on the remaining forces, Alice noticed that they felt weaker. An empowerment previously in them was now gone. Even in her battle-focused state, Alice could sense their minds. Confusion, abandonment, fear. It was all there in them. They felt lost and afraid. After dealing with those who did not take the chance to flee, Alice turned back to the Sword. Intact and uncorrupted. Her vision had not come to pass yet. But there was little time for relief. Alice needed answers.
Feeling satisfied with the situation at the Wound, Alice left Silithus, returning to Stormwind. She didn’t feel a pull to Nya’lotha. She didn’t hear his voice in her head. The city’s collective mind felt less strained and stressed. Confused of course, but his presence was no longer there. Alice went to the outskirts of Stormwind City and knelt down. Perhaps if she felt deep enough, she could sense the mental energy of Azeroth’s World Soul. After all, she could sense the Pantheon and Argus when she was helping hold ground at Antorus.
Placing her hand on the ground, Alice felt deep down, focusing and narrowing her concentration deep into the planet. After straining herself, she did feel Azeroth. But she also felt the others. Yogg’Saron, C’thun, N’Zoth... But they were dwindling. Their essence, corruption, and hold all fading and dwindling away from Azeroth. It would take some time, who knew how long, but now more than ever, perhaps it was possible for Azeroth to be free of corruption. Whether that would be for good or ill was yet unknown. Only time would tell that tale, but for now, perhaps rest could be had.
N’Zoth had seemingly fallen. The Old God corruption was appearing to be dwindling on Azeroth, seemingly already gone within Alice. But her whispers. His voice was gone, the voices he made in her were gone. But with them gone, there was a vacancy in her head that new whispers rushed to fill. These voices were... strange. The old ones were more tied to Azeroth and the Old Gods, but these new ones felt more cosmic. Alice needed to know. Who... Who are you new voices? What are you new voices? Alice had to ask. She awaited a reply, and she got one. We are the Void. The true Void. Not that sickening perversion the Old Gods created. The corruption clouding your mind had finally lifted, young one. We can finally reach your kind and those like minded enlightened individuals. So nice to finally meet you, Alice. Alice was at a loss for words. She has long suspected the more cosmic nature of the Void. That the Old God corruption on Azeroth created some misty barrier that made it difficult for the true Void to break through.
Alice’s many adventures and forays into the Void answered and formed numerous questions. Alice was excited to learn more, to start this new adventure. Why were you trying to reach us? Is there danger to Azeroth? To the Void? Alice needed to assess these new voices. Were they like the Old Gods? Would they try to sway her to evil? To turn against her friends and loved ones? Ah, yes there is, young Knowledge Seeker. A great danger to both the Void and your Azeroth. Our mirror, the Light, and it’s ilk will come for your world. Try to sway you against the Void. They will preach it’s glory and try to rally your world against the Void. It will threaten the balance, desiring totality. It is blind in its fixation on the one path it sees as truth. Such tunnel vision will doom your world, all worlds. Alice pondered. But I’ve seen and heard those from the Void preach the same. How do I know you’re any different? Alice awaited the reply, expecting a spun tale, a web of lies, some deception. You do not know, and only you can make that call about us. Though while some of our mislead and mistaken kin preached confusedly and with misinformation, you have walked both paths. The path of Light, and the path of Void. It is up to you to determine what to believe. What to pursue. What you desire from the future. Alice thought long about how to reply. She knew what she desired from the future, what path she wanted to pursue. But...
What do YOU desire? What is YOUR agenda? Alice noted the voices spoke about her and others more than itself. All we desire is to not be wiped out. Not restart the cycle prematurely. Perhaps even, break the cycle. You are a Knowledge Seeker. Think of us as a guide to the knowledge that you seek. We are not the Old Gods. Alice would have to accept that answer for now. She would no doubt learn more about these voices as time went on. But for now, other matters needed attention. Was N’Zoth really gone? Was Azeroth really free and safe from corruption? Azeroth still bled Azerite. Sylvanas Winrunner was still out there. The Alliance and Horde were still rebuilding, both buildings and trust. There were still the issues the University and her loved ones faced. Doomsayers and Cultists were still out there, of course. Alice doubted the seeming death of their god would stop them for good. They’d be back, they always come back. Of course there was also the threat of those who could use the Void and other forces for evil, as well. A lot of work yet undone.
As Alice pondered her next move, the Voidstone in her right Ethereal Gauntlet started to glow. Eyeing it, Alice poked the stone. A celestial cosmic map was projected before her. Above the map, there was a title. “The Void.” Alice poked the stone again and the map shifted. The title changed! “Cosmos.” Curious. The map here was multicolored. Some places are bright blue, black, golden yellow, purple, green, or red. Alice poked the stone again. Another shift. “Azeroth.” Alice poked again. But instead of a map, a chart came up. “Cosmological Pillars.” Void, Light, Arcane, Life, Death, Fel, Spirit, all these forces were listed on the chart. How curious. Alice was sure this could show more, but she would have to play with it later. For now, she needed to observe some places and send some letters. Certain people needed to be made aware of these events, and to keep in eye out in case this was a false victory, another ploy by the Lord of Lies. “Time to go to work.” Alice grinned standing up. Hopeful that she could put a pin in the Black Empire chapter of her life and get started on a new chapter. Leave the Nightmare of Nya’lotha behind. It was, after all, a brand new day.