Darkness, chaos, eeriness, distortion—the energies of shadow and mayhem pierced through the edge of the entire universe. Clouds of color and brilliant bands merged together, and shattered celestial bodies floated in the bizarre void, creating a sight beyond mortal comprehension.
This was the Twisting Nether, the birthplace of sinful chaos energy and the wellspring of Arcane Energy, where demons, void creatures, twisted abominations, evil spirits, and countless malevolent beings resided.
Amidst this endless and chaotic void, a bewildered consciousness quietly drifted...
"Gul'dan, before you leave, I need one more favor from you. I wish to borrow something from you,"
The imperious voice was ethereal and elusive, as if coming from a distant place.
Gul'dan stared at the blurred face in front of him, a sense of unease creeping into his heart, as if a dreadful event was about to unfold.
