"Miss Blair, you have proved yourself to be quite an asset to the Alliance… as well as Azeroth." Siruldir, the Holy Paladin said, reigning his warhorse forward.

You are weak.

The sun beamed down with a harsh intensity as about a hundred or so armored legs clambered up a dry, dusty hill. It was so hot, the only smell out in the middle of Silithus was the scents of all the sweaty men and women that had traveled this far. As they ascended the hill, they all caught sight of a great doorway, hexagonal in shape, with a bright golden glow snaking its way around large roots that seemed to be petrified around the door. All eyes were upon it in awe. Except for two bright yellow-green ones which had flashed upwards towards the violet-orange sun to see a dark cloud (at least… I think it was a cloud.) Quickly moving and distorting above the great army of Alliance and Horde forces. Siruldir, the great Paladin-knight in shining gold armor, rode a great golden-armored chestnut mare at the same pace as the tall woman with long black hair. She looked up at him, her bright eyes gleaming with either curiosity or because they reflected the sunlight off of them.

"Well… you flatter me, sir Siruldir," Blair said, giving him a nervous smile. "But I'm a bit concerned about the upcoming battles." She bit her bottom lip.

"You'll be fine, miss Blair," Siruldir said, smiling proudly at the young woman. "Your fire magic cannot be outmatched even by the mages of the Kirin Tor." Blair snorted and shook her head before laughing brightly.

"Okay, now you're just being nice," Blair replied, rolling her eyes, grinning. Siruldir grinned back at her and brushed his long, wavy brown hair behind one of his ears. His hair was flecked with grey now; his age was catching up to him.

"Is that such a crime?" Siruldir asked, smirking down at the warlock. "Besides… who knows what the Qiraji keep up in their ruined temple? Whatever we may face, we will do it together. And I will back you up."

Your friends will abandon you.

Blair smiled unsurely and nodded at Siruldir's words as she gazed up at the large hexagonal door. There was the sound of a gong being rung.

"The Scarab Gong… that's the signal," Blair murmured, gripping the staff in her hands tightly, her slender knuckles turning white. There was a tremor in the earth as large resonating crystals emerged from the Kalimdor soil. Blair's jaw dropped as titanic beings appeared, their head was like that of a jackal, but their bodies were massive, almost like the earthen constructs that Blair had once seen in Uldaman…

They stood about as tall as two buildings, looking at the armies. They were very intimidating. It was then that the petrified roots shrunk away from the door, the glow dissipating from them. The colossal giant jackal-headed giants began to run in all kinds of different directions—and a few began to attack the armies. Together, the armies took them down, although it took quite a lot of time, as magic was being flung and swords clashed against their metallic bodies. Blair's eyes were interested more on a strange monstrosity with clawed limbs, looming above them.

"Soon you will know the price of your meddling, mortals... The master is nearly whole... And when he rises, your world will cease!" The monstrosity screeched.

"Dammit! It's General Rajaxx of the Qiraji! Prepare yourself, Blair, this is going to be one hell of a war." Siruldir growled, readying his mace of the Holy Light. Blair widened her stance and gulped, summoning all the fire she could muster.

Death is close…

"This isn't so bad," Siruldir gasped, limping down the dark passage. He wiped some of the bluish-black blood of the qiraji off of his brilliant gold armor. Blair was silent, holding her staff in the same position as she started her body rather tense. The remains of the Alliance and Horde forces trudged ever slowly.

"I sure hope it stays that way," Blair finally murmured, looking up nervously. Somehow, she really doubted things would be okay. "I don't know about you, Siruldir, but I have a really bad feeling about this…"

"You shouldn't worry, Miss Blair," Siruldir laughed, clapping one of his gauntlets on her spiked shoulder pad. He smiled at her assuring. "I'm here to protect you." The army suddenly halted and Blair heard it again.

You will betray your friends.

The army inched ever slowly around the corner. Blair saw it. She wasn't sure if the others saw it. It was a great eyeball in the center of a very large room, lidless, a great slitted pupil. And it roved around, as if it were searching for something. Or someone, Blair thought, in a fit of terror. It was horrifying.

"It's not me I'm worried about, Siruldir…" Blair whispered.

The armies of the Alliance and Horde rushed forward, their weapons drawn and their spells in their hands already. Blair stood openmouthed as she watched the gigantic eye shoot beams from its pupil and vaporized a great number of their forces. Tentacles spawned from seemingly nowhere and knocked the attackers askew, slowing most of them down and killing some.

The great eye let out a shriek and began to shrink into the dark mass that was positioned around it, much like a balloon when it deflates. The armies began to celebrate—a bit too early. Blair shouted in alarm as a great grotesque form began to rise from the dark matter. Tentacles lining the base, multiple eyes flitting around, gazing at them all, and a great maw at the top of it lined with spiked appendages…

Suddenly, Blair found herself weaving in and out of Giant Tentacles appearing around the room and members of the Alliance and Horde. "Siruldir!" she yelled, looking around wildly. The paladin looked over and smiled as his companion neared. Blair skidded to a halt as a large tentacle rose up from under Siruldir, a great mouth on the end of it, and swallowed him whole. "No…" she gasped. Her only friend—he was swallowed by this monster!

Ba-bump-ba-bump-ba-bump-ba-bump-

It was the only sound Blair could hear. The fel-energies that raced through her veins burned through her and she buckled over, gripping her head. There was unprecedented rage at whatever they encountered. Yelling in half pain and half anger, she rushed at the monster in the middle of the room, with intent to save her best friend.

Fade to black.