Azeroth Unfolding
Prologue
Transfixed, like a frightened rabbit in headlights, Sarah watched helplessly as the world of Draenor started to crumble and float away before her very eyes. The Unfolding had begun.
Swirling vortexes, thudding on the ground rose hundreds of feet in the air and spun at a mind-boggling velocity; twisting and swerving around each other, dancing a most macabre, black waltz. As their destructive hunger tore through the lands, the Azerothians at the portal watched helplessly. Mountains, trees, streams, distant villages, towns and camps, were all uprooted, raped, torn, left crumbling from their foundations. Like distorted pixels on a computer screen they warped, twisted and shrank into nothingness.
Sarah's eyes welled up as she saw The Void Lords; gigantic, ethereal, powerful and seemingly indestructible, cross the horizon. They herded their vile vortexes further inland making their way to the portal - towards the world she now called home.
Armageddon had come to Azeroth, and nobody and nothing on the planet could stop it.