Deliverance Point was aglow with spilled felblood, monks' streams of verdant mists, bursts of holy light, arcane explosions, and druidic spells of healing. Chaos magic and fel followed the Illidari as the fought alongside the bluff, reappearing in nearby warlocks' hands as they fired off spell after spell. In the center, near Khadgar and the Prophet Velen, stood the fearsome doomguard Iruxos, locked in combat with the Slayer and the Betrayer.
Illidan threw himself at Iruxos, forcing his talons deep into the demon's flesh, spraying felblood up and down his blackened skin. He did not speak, having devolved into a maelstrom of pure fury and rage. The two had given themselves over entirely to the demonic presences within them, allowing the fel to completely gush into their blood and take hold, becoming more fiend than elf. The Betrayer's mind was clouded with bloodlust and thirst for revenge, his vision turned crimson and his last remaining coherent thought to "Slaughter them all!".
"Hold steadfast! Do not let any of them near the doomguard!", the Prophet Velen called out across the battlefield, channeling a spell to keep a divine shield around himself and Khadgar. Iruxos reached to tear the Betrayer away from him, only to have Pyravia slam into his arm and mire her claws deep within. The doomguard roared in anger, viciously throwing the Sin'dorei from him and kicking the Kal'dorei away. "Why do you fight the inevitable?! You stand before the end!", Iruxos bellowed, raising his free arm and opening up several void-like portals in the air above. Several inquisitors drifted from the portals, summoning their vile eyes.
"Grandmaster Jin-ho! Get those demons away from the doomguard!", Khadgar hollered over the clamor of battle, yanking the monk leader's attention to the inquisitors. "Ironfist! Stormstout! With me!", the Pandaren Grandmaster ordered, his ears flattening against his traditional, wide-brimmed headcover. The two Pandaren and the Dwarf each smashed a beer keg on the robbed demons, leading them away from the elven duo focused on Iruxos.
Illidan quickly stood , shaking his head like a ram as he charged back towards Iruxos. He slashed and sliced, deftly dodging each clumsy blow from the doomguard, joined once more by Pyravia. She leaped on to the commander's back, raking her talons down between his leathery wings. Felblood poured from the wounds, drenching the Slayer from head to toe. Iruxos howled in pain, bucking violently and tossing the Sin'dorei from him once more. The Betrayer flared his wings and stomped the ground, felfire erupting from the earth around him and flickering on his darkened skin, mixing with the vibrant green embers that flew from his Eredun tattoos. He went into a frenzy, hacking and slashing away at the wretched doomguard, relishing in the oceans of felblood that spilled down on to him. The felfire crackled and popped, spreading on to the doomguard and singing his flesh.
Iruxos collapsed, blood seeming to leak from every pore. The tide of demons stemmed, the warships in the air moving to other parts of the broken shore. The defenders of Legionfall quickly finished off the straggling demons, many falling to their knees in exhaustion soon after. Velen let down the holy shield, he and Khadgar racing to the front lines to begin assessing casualties.
Pyravia knelt beside the corpse of Iruxos, her mind clearing and body shifting back into its original form. She looked up,mounting her reformed Aldrachi Warblades on her back and scanning for Illidan, and found him still ripping away at the demon. The flames behind his blindfold were burning like suns, flaring violently. "Master?", Kor'vas Bloodthorn called out, leading the Illidari to the center of Deliverance Point and approaching Illidan. "Don't come near him!", Pyravia commanded, voice harsh with fel and reverberating from her mask. The night elf flinched, but obeyed and backed away, several others near her following suit. "Stay back, something isn't right.", she continued, rounding the massive corpse slowly and reaching her arm out towards the Betrayer.
Deliverance Point froze, all eyes were fixated on the former Lord of Outland. Her blood-coated fingers gingerly met his bicep, her eyes wide behind her mask and blindfold. Illidan's head jerked towards her fiercely, his eyes wild and boring into her. "It is only me.", she whispered, reaching out another hand and gently touching his face. "Dalah'surfal."
The wildness began to fade from his gaze, the fires dimming as he started to recognize who stood in front of him. Shakily, he tore a hand out of the doomguard's corpse, placing it upon the blood elf's mask and lifting it over her head, letting it fall to the ground with a clatter. His eyes softened behind the onyx blindfold as Pyravia's sharp face filled his sight. With a grunt of exertion, he ripped his other hand from the demon, turning entirely towards the Slayer and falling to his knees. She met him at the ground, holding his face gently and forcing him to look at her. "It's over.", she breathed, sweeping a finger across his cheekbone as his skin began to lighten to its normal ashy lavender, highlighted by remaining spatters of felblood. His hands rattled as he placed them both on her neck, his talons shortening to their normal length. His tattoos dimmed as well, the sparks that had been flowing from them dissipated entirely.
He stared deeply into the fires behind her bandage, his fingers shaking harshly as they went to trace her jaw. "Dalah'surfal.", he muttered, his voice wavering. "Illidari! Attend to the defenders with the Archmage and the Prophet!", Pyravia ordered, bringing Illidan to his feet and allowing him to lean against her, with his arm draped around her shoulder. His wings flopped limply and his eyes seemed to only barely be able to stay open. She tried to shoulder him as best she could, despite him being much taller than herself. The demon hunters saluted, hailing the Slayer before turning and making their way back to the front lines. Kayn Sunfury and Kor'vas Bloodthorn looked back worriedly, concern filling their eyes as they watched the diminutive Slayer attempt to keep Illidan on his feet.
"Come. This way...", Pyravia murmured, Illidan's left pectoral hot against her head, his heartbeat pounding audibly through it. Slowly, she began to lead him down to their spot on the shore, his arm heavy around her shoulders.