194Chapter three
Moving day
Instantly, everything else was drowned out. The sounds of battle, the hum of machines and the buzz of ambient energies faded away...And Harry could only focus on what appeared before him. It was the same for the other two males as well. It froze them for an instant, cascading them into chaos with just a mere sight...
The sight of those eyes...
Those twin orbs of twisted intent and bloodlust, piercing through the very soul, immediately sent the four of them spiraling down a ladder of unwanted memories.
"Harry! Look ou-Ack!"
"Shit! Draco get down!"
"Oho, watch your step, little Technomancer."
Bzzzt! "Arrrgh!"
All of this and more came flooding back when they locked eyes with her.
Grand commander Vasiliva stared at them, unblinking and was in a standoff with Hermione...
for a split second.
Then at once, everything exploded into action. The dreadlord woman exploded into a cloud of bats a second before Hermione's pulse of projectile magic could rip through her chest, reappearing with her claymore raised to strike at Ron's back.
BOOM!
A column of fire exploded from below, the second Vasiliva's hooves touched the ground, engulfing both her and Ron in a fiery explosive inferno that heated the air in a twenty foot wide circle, temporarily blinding everyone there.
"I don't think so," growled Draco, having been the one to cast the spell. The fire died down, revealing Ron encased in a transparent green bubble while Vasiliva stood there with a wide grin on her face, looking like that fire had barely even singed her hair.
She spun, almost too fast for anyone to track and intercepted the much smaller blade that had seemed to materialize at her side, swinging at her neck. Harry growled and exploded into light particles in a teleportation a hairs breath away from getting eviscerated by her retaliating claws.
"Crucio!"
Eyes widening, Vasiliva barely ducked in time to avoid the red spell flying from Ron's wand, but failed to see Harry's incoming foot, sped along by the boosters in his mechanical limb, until it smashed very harshly into her chin.
"Gah!"
Stars exploded in her eyes as she was sent flipping away towards the portkey.
Landing in a crouch, her grin was bloody and wild. "Yeeesssss," she hissed in ecstasy. "Give me more... Give e all you got!" She'd spent five years chasing these four across the planet, had forcibly held herself back from outright attacking them for half a decade as they continued to grow in strength, skill and raw power.
And now...
now she could go all out against the only foe worthy in her eyes!
"MAKE ME FEEL ALIVE! TECHNOMANCERS!"
She shot straight up, avoiding Harry and Draco as they crashed down upon her location and flapped her wings once. Causing blades of wind to explode outwards in all directions.
"Shit!"
"Protego!"
Booom! Hermione gasped as a savage wound opened up on her chest and sent her flying. Ron's shell crumbled around him and he barely leapt to avoid getting cut in half. Harry and Draco screamed, causing a shockwave of power to explode from their mouths and cancel out the wind blades headed for them. the rest of the area wasn't so lucky. The portkey shook as the nethrezim's attack ricocheted off of Albus's force field.
"Warning, warning. Dangerous demonic attack threatens to destabilize the portkey. Exercise extreme caution or risk an explosion."
There was absolutely no time to panic about the mechanical warning as Vasiliva hadn't stopped moving. She vanished, pure speed fueling her movement and reappeared at the kneeling Hermione's back and slammed her hoof in a Spartan style kick into her spine and sent her bouncing across the floor, only to once again get caught in an explosion. She was ripped from her hooves as the grenades Hermione had planted detonated. Her green eyes gleamed as she spun and caught Draco's fist in her palm, mid flight and used her wings to cause them both to start flipping madly through the air. Draco growled, fire dibbling from the corners of his mouth in frustration. She smirked and let the technomancer go, sending him slamming into the floor.
"Ugh!"
"Don't look too smug yet bitch!"
Vasiliva laughed outright as Harry slammed into her back with his shoulder, a small pistol in one hand and his wand in the other. Both cackled to life with electricity as he fired them straight into the demon's back. She writhed, moaning in pain and pleasure as Harry poured his magic into the attack, trying to stun her long enough for another attack to hit her.
Hermione rose, her eyes glowing bright blue in fury and the wound on her chest sealing shut with a hiss of steam as her arm gun absorbed the ambient energy in the air. Ron landed next to her holding a similar weapon over his shoulder.
"NOW!"
Energy ripped from both weapons and shot at the airborne duo. Vasiliva gasped as Harry kicked off and teleported away. She only had time to cross her arms over her face before she was engulfed.
The explosion tore the room asunder, shrapnel and energy exploded everywhere. The portkey shook again, Dumbledore's Force field rippling as the power slammed into it, causing a more urgent warning to echo from the machine. The sounds of planet wide battle were drowned out in the noise and a flash of light turned the entire area into a white void for five whole seconds.
All was still, even as Draco and Harry materialized on either side of Ron and Hermione, both looking disgruntled.
"Bloody hell. I was still on the ground over there dammit!" Draco hissed as he glared. Hermione shrugged. "You're alive aren't you? get over it."
Draco would have growled but his senses pinged and told him to be on guard.
This fight was far...FAR from over. And all four of them knew it.
As the dust cleared Vasiliva rose from her kneeling position on the ground, her wings and arms unfolding from in front of her as she stood.
She was wounded, blood poured from her battered wings and shoulders, one eye was swollen shut and one of her fangs was missing. Truthfully it was very little but on the grand commander those injuries spoke volumes of the power of the attack that had just it her. But it didn't really matter. The four technomancers stared stonily as the wounds rapidly healed before their eyes. They were unsurprised, if a bit frustrated, but they were already expecting this.
She exhaled in wonton want as she eyed the four of them. Her eyes shone with the countless lives of the denizens of Terra she had slaughtered and pulsated with the desire to fight. She sensually ran her hands up her body, shivering as if basking in a pool of pure pleasure.
The portkey stood behind her, illuminating her entire form and making her appear more beautiful than already intended. the glowing sphere that housed Albus pulsated and the mechanical voice rang out for a third time.
"Teleportation in twenty-five minutes."
Holograms of distant planets and star systems began pass by the five of them in rapid succession as Dumbledore searched for Azeroth's exact location.
"My..." began The grand commander as her wounds finished healing.
"You have gotten...so much stronger from when last we met."
She held her hand out, allowing her claymore to appear in her hands in a flash of dark energy.
"Its...so much fun to fight you four!"
Power began to swirl around her, getting faster and faster until some of the debris began to move as well.
Her mouth split open in a wide, insane smile and her eyes flashed purple.
And when she spoke next, Harry, Hermione, Ron and Draco could Taste the power coming from her.
"But I'm sure we're quite done with the warm-ups Right?"
Four pair of eyes narrowed and flashed...
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In order to guide the portkey and in order to make sure everything went smoothly, Albus had to temporarily meld his consciousness with the A.I that ran Hogwarts Castle.
And he knew that as soon as he did that, he would be essentially helpless. Once he was fused with Hogwarts and the portkey, he would have no choice but to focus purely on the task at hand. If his focus slipped for even just a second, it could be a disaster that spelled the end of their entire city.
Thus the reason he encased himself and the machine in that barrier.
Data and numbers scrolled down over his eyes, coordinates danced and flashed through his mind as he worked to pinpoint that planet. It was a harrowing task. One that would test the very limits of his capabilities, both natural and artificial as he immersed himself in the energy of the crystals.
He'd never even imagined one could feel as much power as he was feeling at that moment. The energy and the magic that made up the crystals that powered the barriers around the major capitals washed over him like a tidal wave and threatened to overwhelm him.
It was euphoric.
"No," He thought. He had to stay focused.
It took very little time to actually locate Azeroth. The Technomancers honestly already knew a very generalized and accurate guess as to the planet's location due to all of the information they ripped from the heads of demons. The hardest part would be initiating a successful teleportation. This was an entire planet after all. A lot of preparation was going to be needed to make sure this went over with no surprises.
Booom!
He ignored the rumble of an attack, vaguely aware that whatever was fighting near his location was very powerful. The A.I knew it too and unlike him, was able to voice its concern in the form of a warning to whatever was out there. He guessed it was Harry and his squad, no doubt getting overzealous in their desire for demonic blood and would have smiled fondly if he thought he could afford to.
"Ok," he thought to himself as his eyes settled on the planet known as Azeroth. It was a pretty little primal and primitive thing with an aura of unnatural magic about it that orbited around a rather large and newer looking sun than that of Terra's. It was smaller too, about two thirds the size of Terra and had four continents. Thinking about it, it was amazing that so many different sentient life forms could exist at the same time on one planet, let alone one that's so much smaller.
B-BOOOOOOM!
Albus actually nearly lost his focus right then and there as an even more powerful attack slammed into his barrier. That attack was too strong to have come from any run of the mill demon or Harry and his squad. His demon hating heart surged with desire to join the fray, but he suppressed it with an expert exertion of will.
The fighters outside would handle it for now. He had a much more important task at hand.
Energy pulsated around him as he mentally guided the portkey to lock onto Azeroth. Numbers and data clouded his vision and innumerable calculations and travel conditions welled up, as well as several fail safes and extremely specific Guidelines.
It was almost time
"We will teleport in twenty-Five minutes. Pending your go-ahead Lord Albus."
Energy began to ripple forth from the portkey.
Albus Dumbledore gave only the slightest of hesitation.
Technomancers had cast aside religion...generations ago when it became apparent that their god either didn't exist...or just didn't care enough about their fate to intervene with these demon spawn and left them to shape their own path, their own future...their own ultimate destiny...
But Albus offered a small prayer of hope for his people anyway. This journey...
It MUST succeed. They could not fail in this.
He steeled his nerves. "Initiate."
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All of Terra pulsated.
The energy ripped from the portkey and enshrouded the planet and the moon in a very near invisible barrier of pure magic and energy.
The pulse was like a gigantic heartbeat and it froze all forms of combat for a moment. Time seemed to slow down just a tad and every living being on Terra registered the sheer amount of power they'd just felt ripple through them.
BA-DUM
Ten seconds later it happened again. Only just a bit stronger. More power and magic flowed through everything and the barrier surrounding Terra grew just a bit thicker...just a bit brighter...and time itself grew just a bit more sluggish.
Michelle Obama looked to the sky with wide relieved eyes.
It was working. She prepared herself and let the magic within take hold of her body...
Arianna and Aberforth both smiled grimly as a third pulse rippled over their planet, causing everything to slow down even more and focused their attention back on the demons before them. Legions of their ancient foes stood before them, all glaring with the steely resolves of hardened warriors ready to give up their very lives in the name of their dark master...
The siblings obliged them, from the top of the already massive heap of slaughtered bodies. Arianna waved her right hand...and Aberforth roared.
One third of the demons vanished in a flash of white fire...
Technomancers and demons alike...far and wide across all seven continents felt the powers of Albus, the port key and the barrier crystals as it enshrouded the planet and the very flow of time itself in its cloak and embraced it fully like a mother and her baby.
The denizens of Terra...the original denizens embraced the power, their eyes alight with life and excitement. Anticipation shone in every Technomancer eye there was.
The demons were puzzled. The feeling that washed over them made them feel weird, wary even. But seeing the excitement in their foes made them angry. How dare these fools feel anything but terror and fear!
It made them attack more fiercely, something the technomancers whole heartedly anticipated.
However...they only had a limited amount of time to kill as many demons as they could.
And by god they were going to use every second.
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Vasiliva's power washed over the area.
Black and green and purple hues seeped from the demoness like a fog and crawled along the ground in all directions. Her eyes shone with emotion as she began to giggle. Her arms crossed sensually over her breasts, as if basking in an orgasmic afterglow as she let loose the restraints on her power for the first time in centuries.
Harry, Hermione, Draco and Ron stood firm as the aura washed over them. Their faces froze into masks of grim determination as they took the full brunt of the power. Their minds flooded with unwanted memories, plunging them all the way into a pool of intense and chaotic emotion as their bodies instinctively remembered the last time this had happened.
But that wasn't even the worst of it.
Terra's Port key continued to pulsate, sending increasingly dense waves of magic and energy wrapping around the planet and slowing time itself down to a crawl as it got closer and closer to the teleportation time. This was happening worldwide. Technomancer and demon alike felt their bodies...their minds, their very environment coming to a stop as the power got thicker and thicker.
Vasiliva however, was unaffected. Her aura was so powerful it was actually cancelling out the effects of the portkey. And because Harry and his squad were within the presence of the grand commander they too were unaffected. And they began their long awaited fight, unaware of what was happening and what was about to happen...
Vasiliva's tongue glided over her lips, slowly and with a predatory grin. Her wings draped themselves over her shoulders like a cloak as the very air around her continued to ripple and pulsate with her power. THIS is what the squad had faced...this is what they'd barely survived against.
The Grand commander's release ended with a sensual sigh as she completely and utterly relaxed. the aura seemed to vanish all at once, but to be fooled by such a thing would be a fatal mistake. her power saturated the area now so thoroughly that it blanketed everything else out and made it seem as if the atmosphere was normal.
The foursome exchanged determined glances, their emotions flooding the area. The Grand commander stood there, still coming down from the high of releasing her power to its fullest extent, giving them their chance.
Or so they thought.
Vasiliva was suddenly there.
"SHI"-BOOOM!
Harry's hastily erected Protego shattered like cheap glass and the dred lord woman's fist was in his torso, launching him like a missile across the chamber. Ron, Draco and Hermione had zero time to react as Vasiliva's next attack came in the form of an expulsion of pure demonic energy that tossed them off in three directions a millisecond later.
"Oho, surely this isn't all you have is it? you seemed so much more wily when we first met, little Technomancers."
She was gone again, gone in a haze of pure speed, her wicked grin turning absolutely savage as she pressed her attack. Hermione teleported to the left, barely avoiding the demon's hoof as it sailed through the space her chest had been. Not that it mattered, as Vasiliva continued her spin kick, releasing a ring of green energy that expanded outwards and slammed into once again, hastily erected shields, throwing all four Technomancers back again.
Draco growled audibly as his eyes flashed green.
BAM!
But he was thrown into a wall by a knee violently slamming into his stomach before he could try anything else. His vision went white as blood exploded from his mouth. "Shit!"
"Bloody hell!" yelled Harry, once again leaping away from the pursuing demon and holding his sword with all his might against the massive claymore.
A ball of demon energy blasted yet another protego to bits.
Hermione's arm warped and spilt apart, transforming into her signature gun and her body began to swirl with data and raw magic. And with a flick of her organic wrist, the very floor surged up, transforming into animals that shot at the demon like a thing possessed. Wires exploded from the walls and lunged at the demoness like living vines trying to ensnare and strangle the life from her body.
She danced around and through the attack, laughing almost gleefully as she cut her way through the onslaught. Hermione's eye's narrowed in frustration as the grand commander came at her, barely even slowed down by the Technomancer's assault. She continued to transform the area around her, her hand and wrist working like the machines her other arm is comprised of until nearly three quarters of the room was a chaotic mass of writhing, metallic jungle all focused on the brutal end of the demoness before it.
Then Draco was there, seemingly melting out of the shadows of the metallic jungle, eyes alight with primal rage as his previously perfectly manicured hands warped into a pair of viciously savage looking draconic claws and descended upon the demons woman's face. She gasped. But the sound was more akin to a lustful inhalation than a noise of surprise. And as the Technomancer's claws descended, she burst into a cloud of bats. filtering through Hermione's writhing transfiguration attacks and condensing to the far right. Her eyes locked onto draco, a large smile dancing upon her lips.
"A dragon blood..." she said. "Well...I suppose that explains the name eh?" She vanished a split second later as Harry lunged, coming down from above like a missile. His legs were a maze of light and machines, with bursts of raw magic propelling him along from openings on the backs of his calves and the bottom of his feet. His sword bit into the ground where the demon woman used to be and before he was even done stabbing, he faded out of existence in a teleportation to avoid her retaliating horizontal slash.
She laughed as the battle raged on. A fast paced dance of destruction that consumed the room. The glow of the portkey illuminated the area and made more obvious, the chaos these five were causing. but it was more taxing on Harry and the others. They were fighting almost on pure instinct at this point, their bodies reacting even before their minds were able to process the action. They had no choice. Any time spent actually trying to think would result in their death.
The room was alight with the glow of fast paced teleportations as the four-who -lived and the grand commander attempted to overpower one another. It was awe inspiring.
Or it would have been to any witnesses powerful enough to survive the destruction these people were causing.
And all around them, outside of the shroud of Vasiliva's monstrous power, the port key's energy and magic continued to envelop the world. It wrapped around the planet like a steady thickening cocoon until everything and time itself came to a halt.
And it was at the final pulsation of magic and energy from the port key that the five combatants began to take notice of their surroundings.
Vasiliva's eyes widened in surprise, midway through throwing Ron to the side by his face, Harry, Hermione and Draco closing in from all sides with weapons drawn and ready, when the machine's voice reverberated all across the atmosphere, reverberating, even through the shroud of power surrounding the-four-who-lived and the grand commander.
"Calibration complete. Teleportation in five...four...three...two...one..."
Vasiliva perhaps, would have commented on the fact, perhaps even asked what the hell that mechanical voice meant by teleportation, if the three Technomancers hadn't slammed into the her a millisecond later. So she abandoned her inquisitive thoughts and continued instead to bask in the orgasmic pleasure of facing her foes.
This all happened just as the port key activated.
They didn't even notice.
They didn't realize that something had become apparently wrong as soon as the teleportation began.
They hadn't taken the time...nor would they have been able to anyway, to notice that everything outside their bubble of conflict and power was seemingly frozen. They didn't seem to notice when the magically powered, time altering teleporter attempted to latch on to them and bring them along for the ride, only succeeding partially.
So into their fight were they that they didn't feel themselves get partially dragged along, at least, not until it was too late anyway.
The cold embrace of Space itself snapped them all out of their haze in an instant, causing all five of them to gasp in shock and sudden horror as they watched Terra disappear, leaving them floating in empty space for a just long enough for them to realize that they were indeed suddenly stranded in space.
"Sh-" began Harry, only to be abruptly cut off when the thin veil of time magic surrounding them pulsated and they too were gone.
But the path they were on was skewed by the disrupting affects of Vasilivas power. So as Terra began to materialize in the skies of Azeroth, five technomancers and the most powerful demon commander on the planet found themselves flying through the Twisting Nether.
They flew along for what seemed like hours until a bright glow began to enshroud them.
Vasiliva laughed out loud as she began to fade, followed by her adversaries. Adversaries who refused to let her go. All other thoughts abandoned, they each grabbed onto her, refusing to let her escape.
She accepted their holds and inhaled sensually as they light took them.
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Velen's eyes widened and without a word he suddenly began to scramble to the outside. Prince Anduin followed, shocked by his master's sudden intense actions. "Prophet! What's wr-" but his words died in his throat as he looked up at the sky, and at its sudden new addition.
Larger than anything anyone had ever seen, the planet utterly blocked out a good portion of the sky. It floated, almost obscenely close to their own, but he could tell, he could tell that the planet was far away...so very far. But its sheer...size was so that it looked like it was right on top of you anyway. Anduin just stared, utterly baffled by what he was seeing.
He almost couldn't believe it, but there it was, staring him right in the face. "Holy..."
The world was a greenish black and brown, covered in murky water that seemed to slosh about like corrupted sludge. It spun slowly, upon an axis, displaying seven continents. It had a single moon from what he could see, and it was utterly...infested with Burning legion. There was a golden, white glow surrounding the planet that was quickly fading away, suggesting that it was the spell used to transport it here.
Velen just stared, eyes unblinking for a few minutes, before finally, he turned to his apprentice and muttered two words. Words that everyone in the know were no doubt uttering across the world.
"They're here..."
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Albus emerged from his shroud of power gasping in exhaustion, only to see his two siblings standing there, both looked a bit tired but extremely satisfied. All around them, the sound of battle resumed, the Technomancers, wasting no time as soon as the grip of time left them. Aberforth spoke first.
"No time to waste brother. Gather the Four-who-lived and let's get these crystals back into place." He grinned. "Then we can greet our...new neighbors."
Arianna giggled.
Albus took a few deep breaths then stood up to his full height. "I suppose you're right," he said, his eyes twinkling in amusement.
"Let's get started."
He tapped his arm, causing the limb to split down the middle and a screen full of holographic buttons to appear. He tapped one, an expectant look upon his face.
The look faded into one of shock a second later."What in the world...?"
"Hmm? what is it, Brother," Asked Arianna, her face suddenly concerned. Albus just stared blankly at the screen, at the flashing words that appeared when he tried to connect to Harry, Ron, Draco and Hermione. Aberforth appeared in a flash of light, looking over his shoulder.
"What the hell does that mean?" pointing an almost accusing finger at Albus's screen. Arianna gasped.
"A-albus!"
Lord Dumbledore shook his head in shock and partial denial. "This...can't be right," he muttered. But the words were there. Flashing constantly as if mocking them all.
"Out of range."
There's no such thing as 'Out of range' for a Technomancer. The person would have to be far away. Extremely so...or trapped in another dimension.
But if that's the case...
"Then...where are they?" Asked Arianna.
(xxxxxxx)
Illidan Stormrage had no time to react. Not that he could anyway. The portal opened up literally right in the middle of his camp, causing his entire body to tense in shock and sudden wariness.
And he was suddenly thrown into a cascade of memories of his ordeal a few years ago, dealt by Azeroth adventures, a traitor named Akuma and that bitch Maive Shadowsong. He nearly died that day. He should have died. But after the adventurers and traitors looted his body, ransacked his temple and proceeded to leave, he stubbornly clung to life, refusing to die like some rabid dog that needed to put down.
His demon hunter trainees, what little there were left anyway, found him and helped him along stabilizing him long enough for a couple of healers to get to him.
He spent the next month trying to recover his strength and gather what little allies and subordinates he had left. His temple was in ruins, his other top generals murdered and their people scattered, those demons and Fel-orcs he'd subverted from the Burning legion were long gone, either crawled back to their former masters or killed off. Very few of anyone stayed with him. But of those that did, they had his gratitude. They saw him at his lowest, weak and dying. They could have left him. They could have abandoned him to his fate. But they stayed. This scant smatter of mismatched misfits stayed at his side and vowed to help him in any way they could. Demon haunter trainees, Concubines free of their enslavement and even a couple fel-orcs and some of the broken gathered to his side. And at the head of this group was his last surviving original companion.
A night elf Demon hunter woman named Alandien. She rallied the Illidari remnants, kept them optimistic and ready for anything to come their way, keeping them together.
Now, five or six years later, the illidari are eeking out an existence within the shadow moon valley and the Terrokar forest, surviving. Keeping a low profile, looking out for each other and only each other. Illidan cared for nothing but his companions now. It took him nearly dying, once again being betrayed, and the loyalty of those truly worthy to stand by him, to snap him out of his insanity. Nothing else mattered after that. Not Azeroth, not the burning legion, not being the lord of Outland.
And not even Tyrande.
Not even she deserved his love and loyalty. After all, what had that gotten him all these years?
But these survivors at his side...
He'd do anything for them.
So when the portal opened up and spat out a being radiating power he'd never before felt before, he was the first at attention, ready. His people gathered around, shocked and some even were scared at what they were feeling. He readied himself for a fight.
Then the portal pulsed again and four more beings shot out and materialized before the first.
"Oho! So you DID make it? I'm so glad!" exclaimed a female Nethrezim. Everyone froze in shock at seeing her. None of them had ever seen one after all. But her foes were even stranger.
At first glance they looked Human. A couple of the human former concubines in his group even expressed as much at first, until he started noticing subtle differences.
And their armor was something he'd never seen any human wear before. And their Power. They were NOT human.
"But as glad as I am, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to postpone our little duel. I'm tired, you see, and you four won't be any fun in your state. Come seek me out when you're ready. Ta."
She was gone a second later.
The four human looking beings screamed obscenities and curses in a language none of them could understand for a good three minutes before they began to settle down.
And it was at this point in time that they noticed Illidan and his camp for the first time, just staring. The green eyed one, a young man by human standards anyway gasped in shock, before he suddenly drew a pistol.
'DEMON!'
He went to lunge, his movements not even registering to the former lord of outland until he was in front of him swinging with a sword. Illidan gasped in shock and awe at the speed just displayed, and could do nothing but wait to be cleaved in two, but before the blow could land, the man collapsed, coughing up blood. The other three had already collapsed as well. exhaustion and injury finally getting to them.
Illidan stared, still shocked, until Alandien approached.
"Sir...what the hell just happened?"
"I don't know," he said. "But gather them up and get them healed. I have a feeling we'll be needing them."
An image of that strange, god-like nethrezim girl appeared in his mind.
"Yeah," he thought, watching in fascination as some of the stranger's body parts transformed from mechanical weapons back into limbs. "We definitely just got caught up in something...something big."
He had no idea how right he was.
AN: I Originally planned to have Vasiliva force Illidan to work for her after a short confrontation that impresses her enough to do so, along with her interest in his Origins, but this side story kind of gained a life of its own till the current storyline had a firm place in my mind haha. Besides I kind of like the idea of a finally enlightened Illidan leading the survivors of the black temple raid through outland, surviving and vowing to have nothing to do with anything but each other.
Until Harry and his squad drop into their lives of course.
So as Terra and its denizens begin to interact with Azeroth, The Four-who-lived and the grand commander begin to shake things up on Outland. in a very, very big way! Tell me what ya thought.
Till next time. Peace out!
