"BEAR WITNESS, TO MY ASCEEENSIOOOON!"

Cultists and Kirin Tor alike clutched their heads as the world screamed out around them, like a hive mind of beings in torture. It seemed as if the very air was distorted around them, dozens of cultists crying out in pain. It just shrieked unnatural. That something was terribly wrong!

Aethas only barely managed to keep the shield up. The metal giants seemed to be unaffected by the mental attack and had continued to fire the strange repeating crossbows of metal at them.

"I'll take the shield from here, High Mage. What do we do now?" She seemed on the edge of despair. To be frank, Aethas was too. There was this aura around the twisting form of the Sorcerer that simply made him want to lie down and die.

He pushed the feeling to the back of his mind and began to conjure a pyroblast, the massive boulder of fire taking shape as the mana drained from Aethas. He had no idea what was going on, but it couldn't be good.

Winten Flamebrook was too distracted to notice one of the Rubicae sent flying by a massive explosion. Even as his eyes and ears bled in pain, looking up at the Sorcerer in wonder, Flamebrook was too consumed by the thought of achieving this same glory. Perhaps if he showed enough strength and served long enough he might be granted this blessing.

Even with the immense pain, Winten could feel the power that had returned to his people, the power of the Sunwell. He felt invincible, like he could take on anything. The Sorcerer's body shone a purplish red, before the light blinded Winten for a few seconds. What remained was completely different, but also the same. A spiked carapace formed over the now massive form. The shoulder facing Winten sported the sign of Tzeentch, with various other sigils chiseled out like some grisly painting. Like the Sorcerer's previous form, a purple robe lay beneath the armor which rose into a hood to cover the face.

The face itself was like nothing Winten had ever seen. One moment it appeared as some avian creature, and another it seemed as if he was staring into some swirling abyss. It seemed almost impossible!

Then time seemed to stop.

Iruv'Tak felt something change, before a blow with a force that could rival an Imperial titan sent him staggering. He turned his eyes, where a massive being that he could only describe as majestic hovered.

He had read about them, but didn't expect to meet one quite yet.

"I assume you know what I am. Great Aspect of the Bronze Dragonflight, Nozdormu the Timeless. I should have foreseen this! How it is you were able to evade my watch of the timelines, I do not know, but it shan't matter now. I will end you and the timeline shall be restored." Iruv'Tak tried to dodge the next swipe, but his body refused to move. Nothing except Nozdormu moved, it was if time itself had stopped.

The Bronze Aspect seemed to take his time with battering and smashing Iruv'Tak, a hateful vengeance burning in his eyes.

"Do you know what you have done!? You have wiped out the equivalent of a hundred worlds, with your filthy daemonhood destroying a number of timelines beyond belief!"

The Daemon Prince had begun to get annoyed with Nozdormu's monologue.

"Tzeentch will bring you to your knees, creature! You do not know the error of you-" Iruv'Tak had begun to spit back, but soon found he couldn't move his mouth any longer.

"Save your breath, daemon. Know that you will meet your master soon. Should you attempt your return, I shall alter the timelines again and again until I finally am rid of you." With that, Nozdormu prepared to strike him one final time, when the world began to shake.

"Fool." The voice seemed drawn out and mocking. "You waste the power given you. You do not aspire to become greater. You are a liability, you are of no use to me."

"Show yourself, coward!" Nozdormu hissed.

"Asssss youuuu wisshhhhhh."

Beside Iruv'Tak, a rift opened literally between time and space. A heaping mass of tentacles and a single eye within stared back at him.

"I cannot take a physical manifestation in this plane, lest it simply combust due to my awesome power." The tentacles writhed and wriggled, and with every syllable spoken, Iruv'Tak could feel a terrible pang in his head as if someone was clanging cymbals.

Nozdormu had recovered from his initial shock and regained his aloof composure. "What are you that you can break into my timeline? Begone!"

The voice laughed back, although it sounded more like a crackling hiss. "I am better known as Tzeentch, Lord of Change, Lord of Sorcery and Magic. You have much to thank me for, so hold your foolish tongue worm."

Iruv'Tak mentally recoiled. He could not believe that Tzeentch would take this much interest in this plane! Surely it was a Greater Daemon playing god? But not even a Greater Daemon had power over timelines.

"I had an extensive hand in the creation of this plane. I populated it's once sparse and enclosed with races and guided the keepers down the proper path. All in accordance with my plans, of course."

Nozdormu had long ago devolved into a fit of rage, his tail flicking like an angry cat. "You're mad. The Titans shaped this world and the titans alone!"

While he could not see it, Iruv'Tak could hear the sneer in Tzeentch's voice. "Is that was they told you? Power hungry scum. Where do you think they received their power? The Titans were ungrateful. Many times you have wondered why the Titans have not returned. yes? Why they have not protected Azeroth like they promised?"

Nozdormu looked uncertain. "I still have no proof."

The same cackling rasp emitted from the breach in reality. "Foolish as always. See the truth."

Iruv'Tak's vision flashed white and he felt himself slip from reality.

When he could see again, a very familiar realm presented itself: The Warp.

"Do not speak. While the beings may not be able to see you due to the spell I have cast, they will become suspicious if they hear you." The raspy voice came from nowhere, and Iruv'Tak found himself staring at a group of beings standing on a mountain that conversed with one another.

"With this newfound power that the the Lord of Change has given us, we can finally finish our work. In exchange, he or it will be populating the world with lesser creatures, while we use our strength to create the guardians of this realm. The dragon aspects shall be our finest work."

"Sargeras, are you certain this is a good idea? We still don't know if it has any ulterior motives."

"It's only wish was to populate the world with lesser races of it's own make. It simply has a taste for the imaginative, I'd say."

Iruv'Tak's vision flashed white again, and a new place appeared. A primitive village dotted a treeline landscape, while a tree of epic proportions stood tall in the distance.

"Night Elves... In the very beginning stages of civilization. They look oddly different from their kin of today." He heard Nozdormu whisper.

"I took a template from another race from a distant galaxy and created and molded them to the very image I wished them to be. You know the Elvenkind as Eldar, Daemon Prince."

"Taste for the imaginative my boot." Iruv'Tak said.

"I did the same with the Orks, as well. The planet of Draenor seemed perfect for their love of wanton destruction. The Ogryn are trolls, the daemons are daemons. It was all quite ingenious, actually."

"What of the Old Gods?" The Bronze Aspect's curious voice said.

Tzeentch was quiet for a moment as he thought.

"They are shards of a once great power, a power that could have threatened my own once upon a time. Now they are shattered and spread across the many planes by one who I lead onto a path that would suit my own plans."

"What great power?"

"What is it to you, worm?" Tzeentch sneered.

"I wish to know how to best fight them!" Nozdormu snapped back. He sounded more and more unsure of himself by the second.

"That will be left up to my servant, the Daemon Prince Iruv'Tak. Perhaps we can strike a deal?"

"And live to regret it forever? Do you think me mad!?"

"You will be, in time."

If dragons could pale, Nozdormu definitely did.

"What of the titans, my lord?" Iruv'Tak interrupted.

Tzeentch cackled. "Do you know that human saying? The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away."

Another flash of white and Iruv'Tak found himself back in reality once more.

"Release me, fiend." Nozdormu snarled. The Bronze Aspect was still feisty, but had lost much of his initial hostility which was replaced by fear and paranoia.

"As you wish." A snap was heard, and Nozdormu vanished.

"He is now on the track to insanity. Just as planned, of course. As for you, Sorcerer, DO NOT interrupt me again when I am in the middle of intimidating my enemies." Iruv'Tak felt a sharp pain in his mind, and he could feel his own daemonic blood pouring out of his eyes.

There was the Tzeentch he knew.

"I have many plans for this world. You are to spread the cult's influence as fast as possible. You have many enemies, and they will not wait on you to prepare. I have brought you an advisor, as well as someone who will report back to me to keep track on your progress. Even if you do not take his advice, it was great fun playing with that Greater Daemon of Khorne that held his soul. He will not be taking a corporeal form. He shall whisper to you from the Void where he is contained. You know the cost of failure. Good day." The presence of Tzeentch (and the pain in his head) retreated, replaced with a new one.

It was a presence Iruv'Tak knew well. They had spread Tzeentch's influence together far and wide until he had turned on Iruv'Tak and made away with a powerful artifact that they had recovered.

"I honestly didn't expect to see you again, Sindri."

I have many, many, many excuses!

First: School started back up for me (even though as a homeschooler I never stopped school, more like started up MORE school), I was contemplating this chapter HEAVILY, I had just posted a new book, I decided to to take down Delver (because, as my first fanfiction it's terrible), and my computer exploded. Yes, exploded. After all these seven years, my gaming rig that I had kept up and updated constantly finally got struck by lightning which had travelled THROUGH THE ROUTER, THE MODEM, and all the way to my computer! Did it hurt the router or modem? Nope!

Expect me to be a little slow :P I just bought ARMA III and I'm eager to try it out! I love being a noob to games! I'm also VERY, VERY afraid I put far too many OC's in this chapter than I should have. I tried so DESPERATELY to keep Nozdormu and Tzeentch In character! Tell me if I did something wrong, and IT SHALL BE REMEDIED!

Mike: I can say with certainty there will be no Predator tanks, because that would be OP. However, (SPOILER ALERT) there WILL be Dreadnoughts! (END OF SPOILER ALERT) As for CSM's, he DOES have Rubicae, and will probably get more.

aregulargamer: SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINDRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Skepsis Forever: I'd love to point you out especially. You've been here since the beginning and have given me lots of constructive criticism as to where I should guide this story. Now that almost everyone knows about Iruv'Tak, he's gonna have to take on Aspects, the Light, Elune, Titans, Old Gods, and more if he wants to take control of Azeroth eventually! Oh yea, and the Scourge. Things will be going wrong, and since dozens of people will be fighting his every move on dozens of fronts, he cant be everywhere at once to just finish off whoever attacks him. His cult is no longer in a fledgling state, but it;s not full blown either.

And I think that's it! If you want something to be put into the story or remedied, just tell me! Just trying to make sure there's no "DA HECK, WHY DID THAT HAPPEN THAT MAKES NO SENSE"

Mind if I roll need for reviews? REVIEW FOR THE REVIEW THRONE!

-Yours in writing, SyntheticLegion.