"At last, the feeding hour." - Il'gynoth, Heart of Corruption

Somewhere near Silithus, 13 days after the Legion's defeat, a select group of heroes from the Alliance, Horde and neutral factions gathered to investigate the dreadful Wound left by Sargeras when he plunged his massive weapon into Azeroth...

Archmage Khadgar lead the expedition and was followed by Thrall, Regent Lord Lor'themar Theron, Warchief Sylvanas Windrunner, Alleria Windrunner, Turalyon, Magni Bronzeheard, Tyrande, Chen Stormstout and even Jaina Proudmoore, who reluctantly agreed to come as well after losing a bet on a Hearthstone game back in Dalaran.

As they slowly made their way into Silithus up from Un'Goro Crater, Jaina reminded everyone.

"Just so you all know, I still don't trust associating with Horde members, this expedition might prove to be another bad idea. But, brave heroes from both sides worked together to defeat the Burning Legion once and for all, so I will entertain this charade of cooperation and mutual understanding... for now..."
"Plus you did lose that Hearthstone game, Lady Proudmoore," Lor'themar reminded her.
"Plus I did lose that Hearthstone game..." Jaina sighed.
"Lady Proudmoore, please, have one on the house, you will feel much better," Stormstout said offering her a brew to calm her down.
"Uh, no thanks," she declined.

Chen drank the brew instead.

"I've always been fascinated by how you brewmasters maintain and even improve your balance and agility while drunk," Lor'themar said.
"I think it's just a placebo, Regent Lord. There's probably not a lot of alcohol in it anyway," Sylvanas scoffed.
"Oh, I beg to differ. I can't even remember what happened that night in Gadgetzan on our way here. Woke up in an inn naked and all my gold was gone."
"You did not take advantage of him did you?" Alleria asked Sylvanas a few moments later in private.
"Nonsense, sister," Sylvanas denied.
"Hmmm, I'll take your word for it, the alternative is too gross to even contemplate."

The group continued on their merry way until Khadgar saw a flash of light in the sky. A strange creature plummeted from the heavens and landed in front of them, about 70 yards ahead. Everyone unsheathed their weapons.

"Everyone, to arms," Khadgar ordered the group, "no, no wait. Lower your weapons, it's just Odyn, wow, I was wondering when he'd show up" he ended, finally recognizing the strange figure.
"No need for that Khadgar, I want you to show me your Valor™ in combat! I will show you mine if you show me yours!" Odyn said.
"Uh... perhaps later, right now we have a Wound to investigate and time is of the essence."
"It is never a waste of time to show some Valor™, come on, Khadgar. Come on, friends. Let's duke it out fair and square," Odyn insisted.
"I'll have to decline that," Khadgar responded.
"Very well," Odyn said disappointed.
"Thrall," Lor'themar said, "you've been awfully quiet this whole time, how's the wife and kids? And what's with that plate armor?"
"Yeah... Aggra and the kids are fine. And, I'm training to be a warrior now."
"Weren't you a shaman? The World Shaman in fact?"
"Uh yeah, I was, but that didn't work out for me. I'm trying something new. Well, come to think of it, I used to be a warrior before anyway, consider this going back to my roots."
"How's the training going? Can we actually rely on you when the time for battle inevitably comes?"

25 days earlier...

"Thrall, you pathetic weakling! That's not how a true orc swings an axe! Drop and give me 50!" Garrosh said, in reality not Garrosh but a figment of Thrall's imagination after spending too much time in the hot sun of Durotar.
"Even in death you just won't leave me alone, will you old 'friend'?"

"Thrall?" Lor'themar asked again.
"Oh, uh, sure. Training is going great."

As they entered the desert of Silithus they noticed it had been drastically transformed. The earth was scorched clean of life, the sky was red with fire and volatile magics and the temperature was unbearably hot.

"Silithus..." Lor'themar said in disgust, "this extreme weather will melt all my makeup! This desert is much worse than I remember it now that Sargeras had its way with it."
"Wait, we have limited supply bags but you found room for makeup?" Turalyon asked but didn't get an answer.
"At least all the insects died. Ha!" Sylvanas rejoiced.
"Good riddance, you wouldn't believe how many mosquito bites I had to deal with during the 10 Hour War at the Opening of Ahn'Qiraj all those years ago..." Lor'themar remembered.
"Didn't you have your own problems to deal it in Silvermoon back then?"
"Yes, but Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider thought it wouldn't hurt to send a small regiment to aid the effort. Everyone's future was at stake."
"I can take care of this heat problem," Jaina said covering everyone in magical frost shields, negating the effects of the heat, "better?"
"Better," Lor'thermar responded with joy.

The Wound was large, bleeding and could be seen from a very long distance. Sargeras' sword was sticking out of it.

"That's the second biggest sword I've ever seen," Alleria remarked.
"Only the second biggest, sister? What can be bigger than a Dark Titan's sword?" Sylvanas asked.
"Well, I have seen many things in those 1000 years I was away. Trust me."

A few hours later the heroes reached the edge of the Wound but faceless minions were patrolling the area. The group was quickly spotted and they all descended upon them.

"We have company, they're coming from all sides, everyone pick a spot and hold them off. Magni, what are your instructions?" Khadgar asked.
"At long last, a fine battle to prove our Valor™! Crush these dark beasts, mighty Valarjar!"
"Right, lads, first thing's first, if we're gonna mend the Wound, we need this sword outta here," Magni said.
"Done," Khadgar said snapping his fingers and the mighty sword of Sargeras simply disappeared revealing a massive hole in the planet that seemed to stretch endlessly. Dark energies erupted from the Wound drawing even more faceless to the group.
"Well, that was fast, what did you do, lad?" Magni asked.
"Oh, I teleported the sword into the sun, hopefully that won't cause a solar flare or... anything."
"Okay, but now comes the harder part, you, me and Jaina need to channel our energies to scry into the Wound. We need to commune with the Titan Soul itself and find out all that we can about what is going on and what we need to do next to fix it. We've already been spotted so we won't have much time. Gather all you can."

And so they did. Odyn held off many of them seemingly without effort just killing one after the other.

"Ha! Is none of you beasts here able to match my true Valor™?"

Chen Stormstout hold off 100 faceless just constantly dodging their attack but without being able to kill a single one... at least not until Azeroth's blood was accidentally mixed with his latest brew and suddenly he gained the strength of a hundred Pandaren monks. Hundreds of faceless fell instantly with one blow, but the effect was soon gone.

"I'm going to have such a hangover after this fight..."

Everyone else did what they could, although Thrall was unable to kill even a single faceless.

"How pathetic. A former Warchief of the Horde and your blows barely scratch their cursed flesh. You need more training, little Thrall, hahaha! This is like watching a toddler trying to poke a bear to death!" Not-Garrosh mocked him.
"When I'm done here, I need to train your manners, Garrosh."
"Thrall who are you talking to?" Turalyon asked.
"Nobody..."

Suddenly a strange paladin jumped out of nowhere into battle as well...

"Evil Legion demons. Die! For Doloria! Today I stop their Burning Crusade for you my beloved!"
"Dude, the Legion is over, like that's so 2 weeks ago..." Alleria said to the man rolling her eyes over.
"Who invited him?" Sylvanas asked.
"Uh, I didn't," Khadgar responded.
"Squires! Don't just stand there! Help me kill these demons! Let us free Argus from the Legion's grasp!"
"Argus? We're on Azeroth you twit," Alleria said annoyed by the man's extreme ignorance of his surroundings.
"Ah, it's Maximillian of Northshire," Turalyon remarked, "I remember him. He's an imbecile, but he's harmless, just ignore him. Come to think of it, he's not a bad fighter. At least he can kill more faceless minions than Thrall."

Thrall grunted.

"Ha! Even a paladin with the IQ of a lizard can best you in combat, Thrall! What a poor display of martial prowess! Maybe you should stick to what you're good at, being a stay-at-home dad."
"Garrosh, leave my family outta this!"

A faceless minion broke through the group's defense and headed straight for Khadgar. Khadgar noticed Alleria and Sylvanas were locked in battle with another faceless, but Lor'themar was free.

"Lor'themar, I need your help. Kill this beast before it reaches me and interrupts my spell!"

He didn't react.

"Lor'themar?"

Lor'themar stood still for a while without firing a single arrow at the faceless minions and finally he said:

"Hello, customers nice! Get best gold buy forever please go to forrowing web server. Warning abnormal accounting detected, system will suspend account without notice. Sign in details this is General Motors message speaking, get best gold deal today."
"Oh God, not again..." Khadgar rolled his eyes.
"Well, I did say it wasn't me taking advantage of him," Sylvanas said.
"Explain this odd affliction, sister," Alleria demanded.
"It's called not having an authenticator."
"What?"
"Ladies," Khadgar interrupted, "I need help over here! Get this faceless beast off me before it breaks my spell. Hey, that actually kind of tickles... Oh..."
"Gladly," Sylvanas said as she fired an arrow into the beast's head killing it instantly. The beast managed to inflict a minor wound against Khadgar before falling, but nothing severe to threaten his life. His concentration however was affected.

After a while the minions started retreating.

"Yes, we are winning! Just a little more time and we can leave this place, continue channeling your spells!"
"I'm sensing a dark presence..." Magni said.
"I feel it too, his name..." Jaine said before being interrupted.
"Look out!" Khadgar yelled.

As the faceless retreated a large army of Qiraji was coming for them instead, pouring out of Ahn'Qiraj without number.

"Oh God, why couldn't Sargeras have nuked Ahn'Qiraj too?"
"We need to pull back now, don't worry I think we got what we needed," Jaina said and began channeling a mass teleportation spell.

Maximillian instead ran towards the Qiraji army.

"For Doloria! Squires to me! Repeal the armies of Antorus! Sargeras. Must. Die!"
"Max, no!" Turalyon pleaded with him to come back.
"Leave him," Sylvanas said, "he's expendable and we didn't invite him anyway."

With Maximillian of Northshire running straight towards the incoming army, that was the last they saw of him before they were all teleported back to Gadgetzan... For now, the heroes were safe and sound. Max's ultimate fate remained unknown.