After sailing the Endless Sea for a full month, Leylin, who hadn't seen the sun in so long, felt like he was going to mold.
The relentless expanse of water stretched endlessly in every direction, a vast, featureless horizon that seemed to swallow all hope of land or salvation. The sky above was an endless blanket of gray clouds, casting a dull, muted light over the deck of the ship.
Fortunately, the ship finally stopped. There were no warlocks on this ship, so Leylin simply cast [Greater Invisibility] on himself and quietly walked from his cabin to the deck.
Once on deck, Leylin was completely stunned by the sight before him. Had these warlocks gone mad?!
Shadows filled the air, blotting out the sky. Gul'dan and his warlocks stood on the deck of the flagship, recklessly unleashing their shadow power. A huge whirlpool began to form on the calm sea, and the once tranquil waters around it churned as if enraged.
Slowly, amidst the symphony of lightning and thunder in the sky, a palace, a palace with towering spires, rose from the whirlpool.
Fear, awe, panic—the power emanating from this palace made all the orc soldiers involuntarily grip their weapons tightly. But even amidst this suffocating scene, Leylin heard the orc warlock's wild laughter. Gul'dan was enjoying the moment; he had finally seen his power.
The palace, silent in the sea, along with the continent beneath it, slowly rose. Island after island appeared before the orc fleet.
"Enter this palace, and I will grant you unparalleled power!" Gul'dan shouted excitedly.
The orcs of the Stormreaver Clan and the ogres from the Twilight's Hammer dared not disobey this orc warlock who was nearing madness; they obeyed Gul'dan's orders and marched onto the islands.
Leylin stepped onto this new land with the orc warriors. The instant his feet touched the ground, the sensation of death seemed to pierce his body, reaching his heart. The wise Leylin knew he could not approach the magnificent palace.
Still under the effect of [Greater Invisibility], he left the main route of the orc army's advance. He arrived at an empty island and witnessed everything that was happening before him.
The sound of the orcish advance seemed to awaken the inner power hidden within the palace. The once dim and towering palace instantly emitted a dark green light.
A pillar of light reached the sky, and the dark sky rapidly gathered with thick clouds, swirling with fel energy. Low growls echoed from within the palace.
"It's fel energy, a massive amount of fel energy." Leylin unabashedly unleashed his magical energy, probing the palace Gul'dan was attacking.
His senses extended outward like a vast, shimmering web, piercing through the barriers of illusion and shadow that cloaked the fortress. The air around him crackled with raw arcane power as he delved deeper into the magical defenses and the very essence of the place.
Leylin's magic revealed swirling energies of fel, shadow, and demonic power intertwining in a chaotic dance. He saw the flickering glow of demonic runes carved into the walls, the pulsating aura of the Scepter of Sargeras, and the ominous presence of the Eye of Sargeras sealed beneath layers of protective enchantments.
As the orc soldiers approached the palace, the most terrifying thing happened: a large number of demons emerged from the pale purple barrier surrounding the palace. Felguards, Wrathguards, Tomb Guardians—the tall, burly demons, though fewer in number than the orc soldiers, crushed them like ants.
Besides these demons emerging from the palace, an orcish fleet also appeared on the distant sea. This was the fleet of Rend and Maim Blackhand, sent by Orgrim; they were here to settle scores with Gul'dan.
Leylin didn't care what would happen on the Broken Shore, nor did he want to know how all of Gul'dan's orcs would perish here. His first priority was survival.
Using his [Far Sight], Leylin sensed a landmass not far from this island group. He carefully checks the distance of the island with magic. Leylin precisely pinpointed the location of this area. There was another island 15 kilometers away.
He had found some footholds, but this didn't mean that Leylin could escape so easily.
The distant palace trembled once more, its towering spires opening their main gates, releasing a vast array of pit lords in a blinding green light of death. These enormous demons, wielding double-headed greatswords, indiscriminately unleashed the fel energy emanating from their bodies.
The orc fleet's ships were completely destroyed, and soon, most of the orc soldiers on this island were killed. Even with things turned out this way, Gul'dan still risked his life, leading several warlocks into the palace, completely lost in the power.
Leylin, hiding on a distant island, witnessed this horrific scene. He also saw the Legion of demons lurking within the palace.
Yes, this was the Tomb of Sargeras. Leylin began to re-examine the palace.
The ancient tower didn't seem to be built of mere stone blocks; its straight, smooth walls resembled a work of art. Around the island cluster, the sky was dim, but fortunately, Sargeras's palace shimmered with a dark green light.
Using this light, Leylin could clearly see the elven statues around the tower—an ancient elven structure, Leylin believed. After examining the Tomb of Sargeras, Leylin also realized the approaching threat.
The demons who had killed the orcs began to slowly approach Leylin's location. The leading Pit Lord spotted the tiny creature. He carried his greatsword and walked towards Leylin.
The Pit Lord was so massive that it could match Leylin's speed without even running.
Leylin unleashed both [Frostbolt] and [Arcane Missile]. As they struck the Pit Lord, it merely slowed it down, barely dealing any damage.
Seeing the current situation, Leylin realized that engaging the demon directly would be a reckless gamble. If he paused even for a moment to fight, more demons would pour into the battlefield, surrounding him from all sides and cutting off his escape.
Time was running out, and every second counted.
His mind raced through his options, weighing the risks and benefits. The only viable choice was to retreat— to flee toward the shore and the scattered collection of tiny islands that dotted the coastline.
There, floating planks of wood and remnants of wreckage could be used as makeshift rafts, offering a slim chance to escape the encroaching chaos.
With a swift, decisive motion, Leylin gathered his magical energy, not to fight, but to propel himself into a rapid retreat. His body shimmered with arcane power as he cast a teleportation spell, aiming for the nearest cluster of islands.
Taking a deep breath, Leylin clenched his fists, thinking: To obtain the truly history-altering item here, I must increase my power much faster.
I must obtain the Scepter of Sargeras; otherwise, the Dark Portal will open again, and Alleria will continue to fall into the danger of the predetermined timeline.