"Vengeance," Elvae said bitterly, bringing his axe back, before swinging it into the side of the training dummy. He stood in his armor, outside of his home in the Hillsbrad Foothills, mercilessly cutting an old training dummy into tinder.
He tore his axe out of the splintered dummy, his shoulders rising and falling with his breaths. "VENGEANCE!" he shouted, before kicking the dummy in the chest, sending it flying backwards into the grass, split in two. He stood there, glaring at the dummy, his chest heaving. "Fuck vengeance," he says, turning and flinging his axe at a nearby tree. The axe twirled end over end at the tree, striking it with the pommel, leaving a dent in the bark, before falling to the ground, the blade sinking into the soft dirt.
Elvae flung his shield aside, stomping a hoof. A solid piece of stone erupted from the ground, and with a flick of his hand, was sent soaring towards the nearby lake that separated Silverpine Forest from the Foothills. It made it three-quarters of the way across the lake, before plummeting to the water, sinking beneath the surface.
Elvae brought both hands up, grasping his head, closing his eyes. Vengeance for what Vorinclex had done meant nothing to him. The fact that Vorinclex could easily infiltrate campus and slaughter everyone there, meant everything to him. He opened his eyes slowly, staring at the dirt beneath his hooves. "I can't let that happen," he muttered to himself, slowly letting his hands fall to his sides.
The wound Vorinclex had given him nearly a week ago still stung, and he knew it wouldn't be the last. The Nathrezim had stated he never wished to step onto Azerothian soil again. So why had he attacked Elvae, then? Elvae couldn't make sense of it. Perhaps to strike fear into his heart? Let it be known that he was nearby, and willing to attack? There were too many unanswered questions.
Perhaps Vela was right. What did it matter if Elvae was asleep? If Vorinclex were as strong as Elvae remembered, it wouldn't matter if he were awake. Vorinclex would immolate his new family along with him. But a piece of Elvae still tugged at him, demanding he stay awake. Another nightmare was surely in store for him, if he were to fall asleep. But perhaps. . .
Perhaps the nightmares could offer some insight into Vorinclex's plan.
Elvae grimaced at the thought. Vorinclex surely had a horrible idea for his next nightmare. Elvae had been avoiding them for so long, the Nathrezim was sure to make him pay for it dearly. But still, it might give him an opportunity to see what Vorinclex had in store.
Better yet, it might give him the chance to speak to Ceyel.
He still wondered what part she played in all of this. Was Vorinclex simply using her image to terrorize him? Or was she actually alive, somehow? The latter terrified him, and the former angered him. But there was only one way to find out.
Not yet, however. He was far too wound up to sleep, now. And so, he walked over to his axe and gripped it tightly, yanking it out of the dirt. Twirling it to rid it of dirt, he turned, setting his sights on the fallen training dummy. Cut in half, but it would do. Stepping forward, he took a deep breath.
"Back to it."