It started with a gentle silence of a summer eve, and unexpectedly erupted into a violent cracking whip of a windstorm. The crashing noises echoed across the wide terrain, as falling rocks cascaded from the skies. I watched in horror as the very lands I loved turned inwards upon itself. Once a beautiful plane of floating islands and wildlife, now the very crystal we all worried about has taken root and begun its corruption.
I stare now at the remnants of Nagrand, as Oshu'gun tears a hole through these cosmos like a calloused infestation of the soul and body. Soon I too will be consumed by the nothingness of its void. Soon I too will be the nothingness. I send this warning out to all who hear it, you are not safe on Azeroth. In the times between times, Outlands falls. And now I too herald the very last memoir of our dying breath. Hear me, Azeroth will be consumed if nothingness persists. You must rise up and act. Overcome your hatred for another to conquer your new foe: total annihilation. We missed it because we played blind to the very existence of something foreign. We did not heed the signs and clues before our eyes that the very world we love was perishing slowly to its corruption. Now we all must live under the tyranny of this ruler, that which is conquering through consuming all, and leaving nothing in its wake. It is they who stand now before us as the very emblem of our existence we must fear too. For they are the perpetrators of ignorance. They who lead us into damnation, for they do nothing against this threat.
I die now leaving you this final warning. Prepare now, for darkness comes.