Sorry for the delay, got a bit behind in my work and I needed to edit this all, but it is here so there is no major problems now. Sad to say that United will not be up tonight but tomorrow, need to finish it then because I just have so little time, I am sorry about that, really am. But still you get a nice long chapter for Transcendence and tomorrow you get United.

Now reviews at the bottom, and read away to see what is in store for Ichigo.


Transcendence

Chapter 38: Things Best Left Unsaid

Adelina and Caren waited awkwardly outside the room, the former was pacing from wall to wall while mumbling under her breath in Darnassian. They had been outside for the last three hours, waiting for word on the healers on what had happened, or more accurately how bad Ichigo condition was. Sadly Quintis and his Druids had not stepped out from that room during the entire time.

Ichigo had been carried off and placed within a secluded room, his treatment they had no idea about, but it was his unknown condition that made them both worried. From Adelina's pacing to Caren struggling to remain awake after a long night of fighting it left both of them drained. However, it was the young mage who was able to find something else to distract her from Ichigo's plight, if only partially.

Caren was very surprised with Adelina, when she looked at the young druid she had not expected to see such frantic concern. Adelina had always been a very calm and rational person when it came to danger; rarely did she get worked up or worried about anything. Caren had fought beside her enough times to know that the danger of fighting never frightened her; she was calm under the pressure.

'Even against the Dreadlord, she wasn't this scared,' Caren thought, remembering seeing her up on that stand fighting the demon alone.

Hey eyes drifted to the doorway, the sound of hurried footsteps could he heard down the hall and the room they occupied. It was obvious why she was so worried, Ichigo may be a friend but he was also something more to her, one of her only friends being the answer.

Adelina had never really been a sociable girl, rarely did she speak outside of the close circle of friends she mingled with regularly. Caren had seen it, Adelina was always at one of their sides, Ichigo and herself were probably the only real friends Adelina had, the poor girl had no one else to turn to. Often she was very professional when it came to strangers, often speaking with them based off their profession or rank before even considering moving onto more casual way.

'She never spoke with anyone else, not like us, always held herself back from getting too friendly,' Caren mused, looking at the Night Elf who only stopped her pacing for a moment to glance at the door.

"What happened back there?"

Caren turned down the hall and found they had another guest, one Shandris Feathermoon, strolling forward with two Sentinels' behind her, one being Iyeana. Adelina had stopped her pacing completely and turned towards the Sentinel-General, her worry being concealed partially behind a mask of calm.

"If you are referring to that sudden change Ichigo went through, I have no idea," Caren replied, and in truth she had no idea how to explain what happened.

The alteration and sudden repair of his armor, as well as the changes in his sword, that went against everything she knew about him. It was some kind of magic or metamorphosis, possibly a release of his power in a concentrated form. But the fact his armor changed along with his blade did not make any sense to her.

"He went from being near beaten to decimating a Void Terror and a Dreadlord in less than three minutes, that is a frightening prospect and also one that has made more than just myself nervous," Shandris replied. "The Warsong were there and they witnessed it, the entire city felt it, and I am certain that what comes next is going to make life a living nightmare for Ichigo and the Alliance as a whole."

Caren could understand that, now that she thought about it in a much broader scope that is, right now Ichigo has exposed himself before a ranking warrior within the Horde and his men. More than likely this will spread like wildfire through the ranks and the leadership, soon almost everyone will know about Ichigo.

Knowledge is dangerous, especially in the wrong hands, but what is worse is what little information is revealed. They know what he did, but they don't know who he is, what he is, how he did it, and why he is fighting for the Alliance. No human could do what Ichigo did, that level of strength and power is simply beyond the realm of possibility.

So that left them guessing and from that rumours and hearsay would spread, and that is always worse than the truth, because they often got worse the more it went along. The worse it got, the more people got afraid, and when they were afraid they would do stupid things.

"How bad is this?" Adelina asked.

"Morgosh Braveheart is a ranking warrior in the Warsong, one of the current three Warlords who maintain the Clans stability, he is someone that will have a lot of weight behind his words when this is revealed," Shandris said.

"There is nothing we can do then, unless you decide to wipe them out we can't make them keep quiet, for all we know they may have already sent word to Orgimmar asking for reinforcements or even asking for orders," Caren said, fearing that this may lead to possible hostilities between the two groups.

They could win here, no question, but such a blatent attack in contested territory could spark massive unrest between the two factions. Ashenvale was bad enough and the peace was only hanging on by a thread, and if fighting escalated here, than the entire treaty goes out the window.

"Luckily they know little, Ichigo's status to them is still human, until that changes they know nothing," Shandris replied. "But I want to know exactly what kind of capabilities he has, Tervosh and Pained have given what they can, but if I am going to fix this I need to know everything now."

Caren wracked her brain trying to think of what she knew in regards to Ichigo, particularly the Shinigami, he mentioned some of his abilities and powers before. Mostly skimming over things he did not know too much about, mainly the magic they employed called Kido. But apart from that she was aware of his Flash Step, Sensory ability and that he can purify souls with his blade along with releasing that wave of force, a Getsuga Tenshou.

Apart from that he never mentioned anything regarding him changing or going through some form of transformation. How much had he just glossed over, there had to be so much he was not telling them, or at least didn't care to elaborate on.

"If you have spoken with those two already there is little else we can offer, we know next to nothing about his species other than their duties and mostly about his world," Caren replied. "He is quite ignorant of what Shinigami are and their abilities."

That was the truth, apparently he had only been a Shinigami for about five and a half months, but in that time she had expected him to actually learn something about them. Nearly half a year and he knew next to nothing about them? What kind of idiot was he that he did not delve deeper into the power he possessed and tried to understand their deeper mechanics and actually train with the Shinigami.

'Considering his behaviour it is likely he is very unaccustomed to searching out help unless it is offered and he needs it,' Caren thought, remembering several occasions him mentioning his poor control over his sensing ability and power but making no effort to fix it. 'Damn fool.'

Shandris cursed under her breath, but it came out as a strong hiss of Darnassian, this would not end well for her. With little information on his abilities it would be harder to play off exactly what he did, even then it would be harder to explain. Her actions and holding off on answering that orcs questions would only reinforce her desire to hide this, Morgosh likely wouldn't even believe that she just didn't want to speak with him out of spite.

She hated him yes, but even that orc could see through that excuse easily due to the fact that she hesitated in even saying that when he wanted answers the first time. Right now she was in a difficult position, with nowhere to go, all she could do was try to bury this with as little hostility as possible.

'With how quiet the Warsong has gotten, I can only wonder what that orc is planning,'

The sigh of another individual drew her attention, her eyes turned to the door to find Quintis walking through the frame. He looked tired, the weariness in his eyes and posture made it very apparent on his fatigue. Beside him was another druid, who continued on past the elder druid and out of the building. Quintis turned to the three women and knew he had to give them the news they had been waiting for.

"He is going to live, surprisingly," Quintis said, giving a small smile. "I have treated his wounds and healed him, as much as it is worth, he is not out of danger yet but I am certain he can recover with enough time."

A wave of relief flooded the three occupants, but none more so than Adelina who was both mentally and physically relieved that she nearly collapsed to the ground. Finally being able to know that her dear friend was alright was something that brought a great deal of comfort to her.

"What happened to him?" Shandris inquired, crossing her arms and looking at the Druid, she wanted answers on his condition.

"Every bone is his body was cracked and broken, that alongside the muscle tears and tendon damage I was shocked that he could even move when he was fighting, let alone not die from the pain," Quintis replied, getting a series of shock expressions from those present, one that he likely shared when he first realized the level of damage he had suffered.

"Every bone?" Caren asked, the prospect of such a thing would debilitate a person for life. "Will he be able to walk? Let alone move again?"

"I do not know, but that is not what I am worried about, I fear infection from the many cracks in the bones, let alone the internal damage, I was forced to feed him Troll's Blood potions, but even they could only do so much," Quintis replied, remembering his irritation on having to use those foul liquids to save the boy, and what he had to bargain with to get them. "But that wasn't even the beginning of it, bruised organs, internal bleeding, tendon and muscle damage, I am shocked he survived at all without expiring once under our care."

Again shock passed through everyone's hearts, to think that this amount of damage had been sustained and yet he is alive. Any normal human, any mortal for that matter, would die from the agony alone rather than just pass out. All of this was caused by that ability, and despite the wounds he gained he was able to actually continue fighting despite it, that was almost impossible to believe.

"That kind of trauma would kill anyone, how did you manage to stabilize him after the fact?" Shandris inquired.

"I had to pour all our power into him, I needed three other druids to help and even then there is only so much we can do," Quintis said, and noticed that the two young women looked downtrodden by the revelations. "I know it seems bad, but if I can heal him, maybe even take him to Moonglade I may be able to have him treated by the Druids there, maybe even Romulus could offer his skills."

While Quintis tried to offer his assurances, with Shandris and Caren asking questions and making observations of his current condition, Adelina was quiet. Her mind reeling as she recalled exactly what had been said by her master, Ichigo's condition was horrible to say the least. Every bone was broken, the risk of blood seeping into the marrow and causing infection was high, and most of his internal organs were damaged.

'He used this power? Did he know that this could happen? That he would hurt himself like this?' Adelina thought, the idea he would do this to himself just to stop those demons, to save her seemed insane to consider, let alone perform.

He may be crippled for the rest of his life, unable to walk let alone move without pain, and she was meant to accept this? Ichigo had fought hard to save everyone here and risk his own life to ensure that they were safe and he was to be rewarded like this. To be unable to lift his sword again and to be confided to a bed, unable to help anyone again and his hopes of returning him shattered because he is unable to do anything.

'There has to be a way,'

Quintis had healed most of his injuries but even with the aid of several druid it had not been enough, Ichigo would still be debilitated by his wounds. There had to be something that they could do, someone in this city or in the world should be able to help him. Broken bones cannot be mended by healing alone, and the damage he suffered so severe that he was struggling to recover. If Quintis could not heal him there had to be someone else that could, someone more powerful.

"Wait," Adelina thought, her eyes widening as it came to her, the only individual within this city that could do more than the druid. "I know what to do."

"I will see about getting him to Darnassus, from there he can be transferred to the Moonglade," Shandris said, crossing her arms and giving a nod, it was the only choice they had sadly for the young Shinigami.

"Thank you, it is best…" Quintis said, but stopped when Adelina rushed past him and into the hallway. "Adelina, what are you doing?"

"I know how to help him," She replied, waving her hand and channelling her energies outward, a wave of green light exploded from her palm and flowed out through the building, a beacon to call for help.

She entered the room, finding her friend lying upon many layers of cloth and padding, he looked absolutely horrible. The many bruises and bulges along his flesh showed how much torment he had been through and likely how fragile he is at this moment. But she knew what could be done, and if she hurried maybe they could restore him fully with no complications.

"Adelina, what is this nonsense?" Quintis said, rushing into the room and strolling up to her.

"It is not nonsense, I know how to treat him," Adelina replied, glancing out of the room when she heard guttural growls outside, they were coming.

"There is nothing you can do, even the skills of five healers could do nothing, you have exceptional talent but even you are far from a master," Quintis replied, frowning at his apprentice.

"Not me, Drauntia," Adelina replied.

"The Nature Spirit?" Caren said, surprised by the suggestion, but that surprise quickly made way for doubt. "Do you think she will actually help?"

"She had too, she helped us clear the city, maybe she can do this for us as well," Adelina said, and watched as several treants strolled into the chamber and besides the substitute. "Please, take him to the Temple of Eldre'thalarr, to the Fruit of Fertility."

The treants gave a few nods and growls of understanding before they grasped the bedding beneath the substitute and lifted him up. Quintis moved to intercept them, raising his staff and staring down the walking trees.

"No, leave him, he is in no condition to be moved," Quintis barked, but he was ignored.

The treants pushed past him, forcing him aside and moving out the doorway. Quintis glared at them, they should not have disobeyed him, it did not seem likely that they would disobey him if he ordered it, even if Adelina summoned them her control over them could not be that strong.

"Please master, she can help, I know that she can," Adelina said, before she quickly moved out of the chamber and followed after the treants.

Caren quickly chased after her, leaving Quintis and Shandris within the room, the former looking quite disgruntled with what had transpired. Although Shandris did give wonder to this spirit of nature, and what exactly its motivation were, while an elemental was unpredictable because of its motives. They often had to be satiated with offering and gifts in order to even consider giving aid, or stopping their own rampage.

Likely the only reason this elemental help was because of the demons that had tainted its form and it wanted vengeance, that is all that made sense really.

"That girl is reckless," Quintis said aloud, shaking his head at the girl's foolish behaviour.

"Her friend is in pain and she is doing everything she can to help him, cannot blame her for wanting to help," Shandris replied, understanding perfectly why she wanted to help Ichigo, she may not know Adelina very well, but she knew enough to see she was desperate to help Ichigo.

"Let us just hope that this Spirit of theirs can help, and that no harm comes to him," Quintis replied, he trusted Adelina not to do anything rash, but with this sudden change he worried she may take something too far. "Maybe I should follow, just to be on the side of caution."

"I can't allow that, I need you here, while you were taking care of Ichigo the rest of our wounded have been waiting, help them and then go after those three," Shandris ordered, and when she saw the Druid about to argue to interrupted him, and gave a concession. "I will send Iyeana and her Sentinels to watch and make sure he is alright, if anything happens they will come for you."

Quintis messaged his brow before he gave a nod, he knew that he could not skim from his duties and forget about the many other wounded that would require his treatment. But once he was done he would go see what this Drauntia was, he needed to make sure that nothing bad happened to Ichigo.

"I will get to it then, Elune be with you," Quintis said, stepping past Shandris and down the hallway.

She followed after him, moving from the building and watching him go to work on treating the many wounded located outside the building. The plaza was littered with over two hundred wounded Sentinels, nearly half of her force had been wounded, more in fact.

"Iyeana, get a party together and get to that tower," Shandris said, not glancing back at the Sentinel who quickly scurried off to find what abled bodied soldiers they had left.

Sadly they were in short supply, with the current assessment they had suffered a good deal of casualties from the fighting. Two hundred of her warriors were dead, considering what they came in with and how many they fought that was lower than she expected them to be, her best outcome for coming here was winning by narrow odds. She had expected actually to fail in their assault and only being able to stop the demons from bringing in more reinforcements and possibly stemming their numbers long enough for Tyrande to send aid.

'It appears things have turned out well for us,' Shandris mused, but knew that this was only the start, for the battling was over, the politics would come next.

This city would become something of a stronghold for them, with it they could maintain control throughout the southern parts of the Continent. While they had Feathermoon it did not provide easy access to the rest of the continent and required them to traverse the sea and through Feralas to move. But with the expansive city such as Eldre'thalas that would be different, here they could easily expand operations when needed. Have a greater military presence and actually be able to garrison a much greater force here and supplies for their army.

But there was a single problem; the Horde would not like this happening. Expanding influence in contested and unclaimed territories was always dangerous, a reason why Ashenvale was always in a state of warfare. The Warsong and Sentinels always fought one another, their lumbering action causing all kinds of turmoil between her people and them. If the Sentinels took this region there was no telling what kind of storm the Horde would brew at their actions.

"I see you took a few casualties, surprising since you barely fought at the beginning,"

'Speaking of thundering dooms,'

"Warlord, my scouts tell me that the demons have been all but cleared out, surprised you could do something simple so quickly," Shandris said.

"Hacking into demon hides is easy, and their not exactly ghosts that remain unseen and unheard are they?" Morgosh growled back. "So now, what do we do now?"

Shandris knew this conversation had to do with their truce, and of all the conversations this was one that she was actually hoping would come. Because out of the two likely conversations to be brought up this is the only one that she had planned for and knew she could win in.

"The Sentinels will be taking the city, we will be occupying it indefinitely," Shandris replied simply, not bothering to dignify the orc's scowl with one of her own, she had won here, simply because of one fact. "If you wish to take it, then you will need to fight for it, and I am also aware you took more casualties than me, do you think you can win here?"

Shandris knew that Morgosh suffered massive casualties in this fight, three hundred dead and many wounded, almost his entire army was suffering in some capacity. While she still had a hundred or so warriors still fresh and ready to continue fighting, against his two hundred or so warriors it would be difficult, but she had the advantage still.

Even the Tauren Clans working with him would never join in a fight against the Sentinels, it would cause too much strife for the clans that settled in the region. He would not win here, but deep down she hoped he did not realize that, because if they did fight she could easily wipe them out and then hide Ichigo's existence a little longer.

"Take it," Morgosh barked, waving his arm in an aggressive yet uncaring manner. "This city is not important, we have no outposts this far out anyway. Most of the area is reserved for Tauren clans, and I know you don't start massacring families for no reason. It is yours to hold, for now."

Shandris was not surprised really, him backing down was to be expected, the orc was not a fool nor was he a warmongering idiot who fought for the hell of it. Morgosh had proven himself to be a smart and cunning leader, and that is what scared her, especially with what he knew now and what that information could mean.

"Then when your warriors are healed, they can depart," Shandris replied, turning and moving off, she would need to organize her warriors. "I bid thee farewell."

"Hold a moment, I have one question for you," Morgosh called out, forcing the Sentinel-General to halt. "What is that boy?"

Shandris dreaded that question, that orc was too smart to forget something like that, and now she had to try to play down the situation. But she made another mistake just like the first time, she hesitated, that pause to reply, she knew that it was a slip up that he would not ignore, especially not twice. Glancing back she saw his narrowed eyes, and knew immediately he was onto her, he would pounce on her sign of weakness and bleed her dry.

"He is human," Shandris replied, even she couldn't believe what was said, such a poor excuse, yet it was all she had. "I think you should be going now."

There was no way she could speak with him, denial and hiding truths would only further elevate his suspicion and make him want to know the answer. Her only choice was to brush him off and hope that he left the city, aggravated he knew nothing more, but that was better than suspicion that had some validation.

"I find it hard to believe, considering my Shaman's and Druids say they sensed his power when he released it, and my informant from the Steamwheedle Cartel also tells me he can release burst of raw energy from his blade," Morgosh called out, glowering at Shandris' back. "They say he is some form of spirit, or something more, bound in human form. Anything you wish to clear up?"

Shandris did not know how the Shaman's or even the druid could know that kind of information, especially since they were definitely not around when he released his Bankai. Meaning that the man was bluffing, he likely had something up his sleeve as well, likely waiting for any kind of response.

"Since when do you concern yourself with a boy you think should still be suckling on his mother's breast? But in either case you should leave, you are being given a chance to depart these walls, if you don't I will make you depart, and it won't just be from this city either," Shandris responded, turning to glance over her shoulder and glare at the orc.

For a few moments there was no response made between the two, their gazes speaking for them as they continued to glower at each other. Eventually Morgosh huffed in annoyance before turning and moving off, but not before he gave one final warning.

"You say it is not our concern? Think again, I know what I saw and my Shaman knows what they felt, the Warcheif will hear of this, and everyone else," Morgosh replied.

As the orc skulked off Shandris could do nothing but growl under her breath while glaring ahead at nothing, she knew that would happen. Regardless of what she did this was going to get out, all she had hoped to do was keep the information to a minimum. But if he suspected that the boy was a spirit and bound in human form, it would be easy to determine what kind of spirit he is. That kind of power, had only been seen by the Warsong Clan once before, and they had killed him over four years ago.

'If they suspect him to be an Ancient Guardian there is no telling how this could change the balance of the world,' Shandris thought.

The Ancient Guardians have always been bound to Hyjal, while none lived in the mortal world they were a powerful force. While directly aligned to the Sentinels, they never have they been employed by them against the Horde in the last four years. But now that Ichigo had been seen and fighting by their side, it may mean they suspect him to be a weapon against their enemies.

One enemy being the Warsong Clan.

She couldn't deny the idea was tempting, maybe even driving them out of Ashenvale entirely, but in the end they would search for somewhere else to harvest. Possibly here, something that she could not allow under any circumstances and that immediately made her temptation turn to wanting to prevent it at all costs.

Whenever something new came onto the scene of the world it always stirred up trouble, whenever power shifted between factions everyone got scared of the consequences. Gain a weapon to defend your lands and you find your enemies wanting to strip you of that power for fear of you using it against them, but in turn you think your enemies will do that so you strike with that weapon you once used to defend yourself.

Fear drove people to do foolish things; there was no telling what news of Ichigo will do to the world.


Chromie let out a groan, consciousness returned to her and a flood of information came with it, oddly enough there seems to be several alterations in the timeline. Mainly the fact she was awake an hour and twenty five minutes earlier than expected, the second anomaly must have altered the timeline so the Dreadlord was defeated earlier.

'Strange,'

But apart from that she found no major alterations had occurred to the timeline, something she was immensely worried about. That could be discussed later however; likely her fellow Dragons were waiting for her at the Caverns of Time for her report. But for now she had to deal with Quintis Jonespyre, the man was currently in a bad mood about something and in a hurry. Good, she will be done with this conversation in about two minutes, and then she could be on her way.

"Lay still, the wound you suffered was far from trifle," Quintis said, placing a hand on the Gnomes uninjured shoulder to press her back down.

But Chromie swatted at the hand and sat herself up, getting to her feet she stretched and gave her arm a few winds. As this happened she looked to the surprised Elven Druid, but she knew in five seconds he would be annoyed and try to force her to rest. So instead she beat him to the punch, as the human saying goes.

"Chronormu, Temporal Investigator of the Bronze Dragonflight," Chromie introduced herself, giving a short bow towards the Druid.

She had to suppress a smile and laugh when she saw the druid fumble in his attempted scolding, his mouth parting to shout at her but now flapping around with no sound. Really it was funny to do this sometimes, say they were part of the Dragonflight and the people just about dropped to their knees in respect. Kind of funny at first, she had with some guilty pleasure done this many times in her first millennium of service, got boring after a while. Then she started noticing that people grovelled out of fear after a while, that kind of made it less fun for her.

"An honour to meet you servant of the Timeless One," Quintis said, placing a hand over his chest and bowing his head.

"Hey, no need to be so formal, after all you patched me up nice and good, can't thank you enough for saving my life you know," Chromie replied, giving a wide smile and trying to get the man not to be so feeble in her presence.

Honestly the Night Elves have not seen her kind in near a thousand years; even then it was still scarce how often they actually mingled with the mortal races. Cannot blame the mortals though, it is the Flight that continues to hide in their little caves and mountains, always hiding from the world they protect.

'Kind of sad really, I hope that changes soon, people these days are so interesting,' Chromie thought.

"You are too kind," Quintis said, before glancing up. "Forgive me if I offend, but why are you in this city? And how did you come by that wound?"

Chromie grimaced a little, knowing that telling him about the temporal distortions would go over his head, so as usual she had to go with the standard response.

"An important matter for the Bronze Dragonflight," Chromie replied, technically that was meant to be it, say that and nothing else and you were clear to go on your way.

"I see," Quintis said, slightly put off by the dismissal. "What will you do now?"

"I must return to my brethren and alert them of my findings, but I would like to personally thank you for your help, if you need help I will be sure to answer you," Chromie said, giving a small smile before she raised her hand.

Appearing in her grasp was her staff, the golden and silver staff with a bright blue jewel at the centre of the headpiece. Waving it forward she summoned a portal, the swirling circle of temporal energy showed off the internal realm of the Caverns of Time. With a smile she turned to the surprised Quintis and gave him a wave, at least she got to see him make another priceless expression.

"See you around Quintis," Chromie said, stepping through the portal, that snapped closed when she passed the threshold.

It took a moment for the Druid to recollect himself, turning to see many onlookers were surprised by the sudden development. A Bronze Dragon had been in their presence, something that has not occurred in at least a thousand years. But despite that only one thing passed through Quintis' mind.

"She knew my name, how did she know my name?"


Shandris leaned against the stone barrier at the end of the platform; the terrace overlooked much of the lower section of the city up to the imposing walls that separated the ancient runes from the wilds. Despite the near tranquil state of the city, along with her conquest of it, she could not help but feel defeated.

"This will escalate, if the Horde spreads this like wildfire Ichigo may be in danger, along with us," Shandris said, turning to regard Pained who stood by with her arms crossed and giving no signs of concern. "I hope you realize that."

"I do, but there is little that can be done I am afraid, the Horde would have suspected something regardless, and we both know Ichigo is impulsive, if he needed to use his powers to save someone he would," Pained said.

Shandris huffed before she turned back to the city, she wholeheartedly agreed with the warrior, Ichigo would have done anything if it meant saving someone. From what she had been told he may have used it in front of the Horde several times as well, meaning that he exposed himself without regard.

"He used his powers in front of the Horde, and I am blaming myself for not being able to keep this secreted away?" Shandris laughed, knowing that Ichigo was to blame as usual for making life difficult.

"Yes, but from what I gathered he actually saved a number of Warsong warriors, specifically the group that came with them from the Tower of Eldre'thalarr." Pained said. "He led an almost suicidal charge to rescue them, and succeeded, among those rescued was Sierra Skychaser."

Shandris perked up at this, he had saved a group of Warsong warriors and among them was Sierra Skychaser, the Spiritual Leader of the Skychaser Clan. This could work in her favour, while the Warsong may be suspicious word of his actions would spread, including his act of rescue. But she did not count on that story being told openly, those orcs were proud and would likely not openly cry they needed rescuing.

But Sierra, she would remember his actions and praise them, and through her that story can spread.

"I will need to meet with her as soon as she returns to Camp Mojache, make sure that word of this spreads through the clans," Shandris thought, knowing that information will be spread, but the type of information is also important.

With the right people she could run counter rumours to the ones being spread by the Warsong warriors and whatever Morgosh sprouts to the Warchief and his council. But if Cairne hears through his people about the boy who saved warriors of the Horde and one of the clan's leaders it could help allay fears and give them time to plan something.

"I would advise it," Pained said, strolling up besides Shandris. "He will make enemies with this, but if we can put allies in places outside of the Alliance, which will be for the better, and I think you know about Shady Rest."

Shandris had heard, mainly Ichigo's actions with a group of Tauren warriors, she was shocked to know he had trusted valuable information to them that could have been catastrophic. But in the end his actions had resulted in a much better end to the investigation, one that as she had heard the Bloodhoof Tauren had begun cracking down on the Grimtotem for their actions.

If this act was linked to Ichigo, who had gone out of his way to aid in proving the Horde's innocence in the attack the Tauren would be indebted further to him. This could work, they would be able to quell the fire that would burn from the boys sudden appearance, instead of it flaring it could be smothered enough so it did not go out of control.

"I think you can help with this, can your contacts spread the information?" Shandris inquired.

"They can, I have already sent out someone to deliver this information to Theramore, hopefully we can have this information spread in time for when the Warsong return to Ogrimmar," Pained replied.

Shandris smiled, always diligent and quick to act, even if she had only come to the realization herself Pained was a step ahead of her. Politics was something she rarely dabbled in, war and leading an army was more her style, and she has excelled at it for the last ten thousand years. Now she had a plan to make good on the failure to keep Ichigo's presence hidden, with that settled she could worry about other things now.

"With that settled, we have another issue to discuss, the Highborne, where are they?" Shandris asked.

"Likely escaped the city,"

Pained and Shandris turned, finding the speaker strolling up towards them, Tervosh moved forward with two Theramore Guardsman at his back. He looked tired, obviously the long night of fighting had been something the man had not experienced before.

"We are aware, the how is a mystery," Pained replied.

"Not anymore, remember Codexia, she told us of several tunnel nexuses beneath the city, and from what I discovered there is a large one beneath their main Library," Tervosh said.

"You found it? How?" Shandris inquired, pushing off the railing and moving towards the man.

"It had been sealed off, honestly I would have missed it had we not a druid with us, apparently the floor had been ripped open and then resealed with dirt and roots." Tervosh replied.

It did not take the two elves a single moment to realize what had happened, and who may be responsible. For the Highborne had no means to perform nature magic, and there was only a single individuals that had these abilities and has only been seen briefly by their own people.

"You think the Nature Spirit let them escape through those tunnels?" Pained inquired.

"More than likely, it is the only thing that could accomplish such a thing," Shandris replied.

That spirit was the only one that possessed the magic to control nature in this city that was not directly aligned to their forces, it was a neutral party that served its own ends. But letting the Highborne go? What did it hope to accomplish from that? What was to be gained?

It had only aided the Sentinels and Warsong because their goals aligned, any spirit does not do something freely and out of goodness, it requires something in return. So the elves must have offered it something to get them away from the city, either case was bad for them. They could not allow those Highborne to roam free outside the city.

"How soon can we send someone after them?" Shandris asked.

"They have a significant head start, and the tunnels are extensive and chaotically made, I have no idea where they may be," Tervosh replied. "If they have escaped the city, they could be anywhere through Feralas, possible in the Desolace if it travels through the mountains."

Shandris growled under her breath, this would need to be dealt with immediately, letting those arcanist loose in the open world could spell all kinds of trouble. Isolated in the city they had remained largely unknown and hidden, but free in the open world that has changed they likely will be scared and concerned. That fear will drive them to do stupid things, and likely the first thing they will do is search for a new source of power to satiate their hunger.

"Worse yet most of our force is here and wounded, we cannot send anyone out into the wilds, especially without knowing where they went or their direction, or if they are being led," Pained replied.

Shandris immediately had a thought, if they were being led through the tunnels that would mean that they had a guide that knew them extensively. Only one person came to her mind, the same person that had aided them in entering the Temple of Eldre'thalarr and also seemed to have struck up an accord with the spirit there.

"Where is Codexia?" Shandris inquired, looking to Pained and Tervosh.

"She never returned to the main camp, and from what we know, she was trapped underground during the collapse of the temple," Pained replied, but Shandris could see where she was going with this. "The woman did possess a great deal of knowledge on the tree, and the city, as well as the fact she has disappeared."

"Search for her, if she is here we can use her to find the exits, but if she had fled, that means we know who she is with," Shandris ordered, before she had another thought. "Tervosh, get Quintis, we need to go speak with someone."

"Who?"

"The only one that could have opened that hole, Drauntia,"


The walk to the tower had been quick, an hour long in fact, and been completely silent as the four moved for imposing temple in the distance. The same green light pulsed from the structures pinnacle, giving the very air around them a strange emerald hue.

But what caught their attention were the clean streets, not a single body remained and the blood had all but disappeared. It made them curious as to what the Ancients and Treants had done with the dead demons, where had they gone? When they noticed however the many plants and bushes that lines the streets and in patches along the highway did they get their answer.

Within the vines and bark were the remains of the demons, their bodies wrapped in the plantlife and being devoured. Along the many cracks in the paved road appeared vines and roots, drinking up the blood that once soaked the streets, taking every last drop from within. It was surprising to see the plants actually doing this, actually taking the bodies and consuming them.

'They are not falling to corruption though, strange,' Shandris mused.

It was true, the plants that devoured the demons slowly, breaking down their bodies by digging roots through their flesh and consuming them did not seem to be falling to Fel-Corruption. Instead they seem to be perfectly healthy, no signs of mutation or even decay.

'Strange, what could be causing this?' Quintis thought.

As they moved into the plaza surrounding the tower they found it completely gone, the tower remained intact, but the plaza ground had collapsed into a large underground chamber. Glancing over the edge they could see that it descended nearly two hundred feet into the earth, along the walls were thousands of roots and vines, all descending deep to the very flat of the pit.

"Now what caused this?" Shandris mused, her eyes turning to the trees that seemed to cover the floor below.

Her eyes narrowed as she looked down there, she had heard of this underground forest from Filleath report, but it looked quite lively now. She would need to get down there to see what exactly was going on, but that would be a task in of its own.

"I may be able to teleport us across," Tervosh said, looking over to the tower and finding that the towers floor had not collapsed.

With a wave of his staff a runic circle formed beneath his feet, expanding to encompass his three companions, and with a wink of light they disappeared. When they reappeared at the opposite side of the gorge they wasted little time, moving for the stairs and hoping that they could descend into the bowls of the tower.

As they descended the winding stairs they found new one as they continued down, held together by roots, the stone fastened in place and acting as hastily but sturdy stairwell that wound down the interior of the towers hollow interior. Shandris gave little care for the sights but the massive canopy beneath them, shielding all sight from the ground, but through the green leaves an emerald light could be seen pulsing below.

Echoing words reached her ears, it sounded like an argument was brewing below.

They quickened their pace, winding down the stairs and drawing closer to the floor, as they moved through the canopy they could hear the words being spoken.

"I do not trust this, what has been done to him is far from healing, it is imprisonment,"

Shandris could tell that was Iyeana, it was obvious that she was concerned about something, considering Ichigo's condition it was likely whatever treatment he was receiving was not enough.

"Because you do not understand, this is the only way it can heal him now," Adelina replied, her words seemed certain and calm, a stark contrast to her lieutenant.

"It took his body and placed him within that thing, and with what I had seen above I fear that now he is suffering a fate similar to them, maybe worse," Iyeana growled.

"Do not fear Child of the Well, what I do now is to help the young god, he will have his form remade and his bones reforged,"

"How can we trust your word?" Iyeana countered.

"I find your distrust of me strange, your kind has always come to mine for aid and guidance, even after your changes brought about by the Well and the power you sought within it, you never stopped asking for aid. Even as you diverged fully from our teachings you never stopped asking for guidance, what has changed you so?"

Shandris did not know the voice, but it carried a certain power to it, gentle but still thrummed with strength. As she breached the canopy she found Iyeana with her Sentinels below, all converged together and watching the base of the tree. There stood Caren and Adelina, next to a large entity composed of plants and bark, Shandris was surprised by the near humanoid appearance of it.

"You sealed him within that thing and you ask us to be calm, what you said before only made our concern grow," Iyeana cried out.

"What is going on here?" Shandris called, descending the last flight of steps and walking towards her Sentinels. "Where is Ichigo?"

"My Lady, this creature… has sealed him within that…" Iyeana said, turning and pointing to the tree.

Immediately the Sentinel-Generals turned to the tree, but the pristine grey bark is not what drew her attention, but the large green glowing cocoon near its base. It pulsated and churned; many roots jutted from it and kept it suspended at an angle from the tree. Within the viny and sap membrane was an unknown liquid, and a single black mass that lay within.

"What is this?" Shandris said, looking on in shock.

"Please General Feathermoon, you must understand this was the only way to help Ichigo," Adelina said, trying to defuse the situation before Shandris made up her mind on what she was seeing.

"The one named Adelina is correct, the young god was gravely hurt, his bones cracked and shattered, his own body not strong enough to withstand his power," Drauntia said, gesturing to the cocoon. "Within I heal him, my root delving into his body and reforming his shattered form, remaking him as he was. He shall reawaken stronger than before."

Shandris looked to it, not understanding what was said but it appeared to her that this spirit was actually digging roots into the boy's body and rebuilding him. Was it actually sinking its roots through his body and rearranging his bone structure, forcing it back together to heal?

"You are using your roots to rearrange his bones, fit them back into place and remould them back together," Quintis said, strolling forward and towards the pod, his eyes peering into it to find the black mass within twitching slightly. "But still it would take him weeks to recover, even if you heal his bones they would still be fragile, healing bones with magic is never practical, the strength of the seal is too hastily formed and they can break again."

"I do not heal his bones, I seal his tears, reform the connections in his body, but his bones I leave to him," Drauntia replied, moving over to the pod and stroking it slightly. "He has that power within himself, he will heal his own bones, the blood that was given to him has awakened something within him, only a sliver, but enough to make his recovery quick."

"What do you mean? Do you speak of the Troll's Blood?" Quintis asked.

"Yes, that potions, the magic that comes from the trolls gifts from the Wild Gods, it is within him as well, but volatile and imbalanced," Drauntai said, pressing her hands over the orb and listening to what curdles within.

None could understand what she meant by that, but it was obvious that Ichigo's nature as a Shinigami meant more than just being a powerful spirit. If he was able to heal his own wounds of his own choosing, that could mean that his powers were much more diverse than last realized.

"Why are you doing this?" Shandris inquired. "What do you gain from helping someone you do not know?"

"I help because it is what I feel is needed, I do admit that I asked for something in return," Drauntia replied.

"What is it you asked for?" Quintis inquired, knowing that a spirit could ask for almost anything, and he was concerned on what Adelina could have tried to bargain with.

"I asked only for the young Adelina's help when I ask for it, just once," Drauntia replied. "I will need her aid in the future, of that I am certain, her abilities will help me and my kin greatly."

Shandris did not like that one bit, she had asked for Adelina's aid, but did she specify exactly what she had to do and what the offer entailed. That was dangerous, there was no telling exactly what the spirit could ask of her, and what that might mean for Adelina depending on the request. It also concerned her when the Spirit mentioned her Kin, if there were more out there that could be bad.

"He is awakening," Drauntia said, moving away from the pod.

All eyes turned to it and watched as it began to shake, the black mass within it writhed and struggled, striking against the shell and attempted to bust through. They all watched in trepidation as the shell cracked, the clear fluids that leaked from it drained onto the floor, flowing more rapidly as longer and deeper cracks formed.

Soon a fist shattered the shell, it disappeared within once more and another shot out, breaking apart the outer barrier and allowing the strange fluids to spill out. As the pod shattered and the contents spilled across the floor, the waters making plants bloom and glow with new found nutrients, the occupant stood up.

Across his body many small vines connected to his flesh, they snapped off as he stood up, and the strange flower pod that covered his mouth fell away. As he stood the sound of his joints cracking could be heard, he took three steps before he stood outside the pod. He looked ahead, taking in a deep breath and giving himself one last stretched he looked out before the surprised people before him.

"You seem quite excited to see us," Shandris said, cocking her head to the side.

Ichigo gave her a quizzical look, not understanding exactly what she meant by that, how could he be excited, he only just realized they were there. But when he felt a little cold chill pass over him did he realize something was wrong, only when he glanced down did he see that he was missing a few things.

"Why am I naked?!" Ichigo yelled, immediately moving to cover himself from view.

He turned around, his face going red with embarrassment, and tried to hide himself from the prying eyes of those around him. Bad enough there were about ten Sentinels present but also everyone else he knew personally had seen him in his birthday suit. Yet it grew even more uncomfortable when the said people decided not to move and inch.

"Give me some privacy god dammit!" Ichigo yelled, glancing over his shoulder at the unrepentant individuals behind him.

"For someone who can fight through a horde of demons with no issue, I find it hard to believe that anyone seeing you naked gets you flustered," Shandris called out, shaking her head, the boy continued to surprise her with his quirks.

He was an unstoppable dreadnaught at times, an excellent fighter and warrior that could surpass nearly all she knew. The fact that he went against social norms and regularly argued with people that went against his ideals made him difficult, but not all that hard to befriend. Yet the fact someone seeing him naked seemed to make him shy, for such a powerful god-like entity he was a complete prude.

"Well waking up nude in front of people is not exactly something someone should do, and you shouldn't be staring at me!" Ichigo yelled back, looking around frantically before he hobbled over to behind a piece of a root system to keep himself out of sight. "Where are my clothes?!"

"I will never understand that boy," Shandris said, rubbing her temple as the boy continued to shout out indignation for his current state of undress.

While she would have given him some privacy she did not want to leave him unguarded, out of the need to ensure that this spirit did nothing detrimental to Ichigo that was not known yet. But deep down the thought of that boy getting stared at by them as he fumbled for clothing was laughable, they obvious thought so as well with how amused they looked. The occasional whisper they shared with one another, quietly laughing at his plight and his reaction to them.

Even Caren seemed to be smirking, likely having finally found some form of torturing the poor boy as he had been doing since they first met. Now she had means to even the playfield between them, childish it may be, but considering how he was acting it was an accurate assumption of the game they were playing. The only one that seemed to be trying to reassure Ichigo was Adelina, commenting that nakedness was not a major social norm for her people, but still he continued to rant and rave.

"Can someone get me some pants?!" Ichigo yelled.


Ferelas

The ruins had long since been consumed by the wilds, what structures remained had all but been overtaken by nature and the elements had worn them down that their once previous glory now appeared to be rough stone. While some remained above the earth and outside of the reach of the plants and leaves, they had fallen to decay and been reduced to nothing but piles of odd stones and foundations that one might mistake for natural formations.

"To think anything survived, I was certain that nothing would remain from our old empire," Mordent said, glancing down from the once grand temple where praise went to Azshara.

Her statue still sat at the end of the stone platform, worn away and the visage of his once beloved ruler all but faded. In fact just as her face her been cleared away from the elements his own mind could not begin to fathom what she had looked like, almost as if the statue was exactly as he could remember about her. Someone's whose face is long gone from this world and the memory of her faded to the ages.

His eyes turned from the statue and to the hilly landscape that these runes dotted upon, finding that they were no longer abandoned. Hundreds of his people mulled about below, using what shelter they could, they huddled closely together and trying to rest after the long journey from the city. They were safe for the moment, what soldiers and mages they had left had cleared this ruin of the harpy's, but still they were in the open and exposed.

"We will die here and become like these ruins, nothing but remains for the carrions birds to feast upon," Mordent said, turning away from his people and to three of his colleagues.

All of them were staring down at the woman who had led them here, the one who had saved them in their time of need. They could be grateful for what she did, or they could condemn her for bringing them to someplace where they would die anyway.

"You led us out of Eldre'thalas, and now we roam these wilds with no hope of finding our way in a world we have not set upon in over ten thousand years, do you have reason behind bringing us here?" Mordent asked, pushing past his fellow Arcanists and glaring at the woman.

He would not be so trusting of this woman, not with her power and the subtle motives told him that their rescue was far from a kindness born of no ill will. Sadly he would have liked to continue this discussion with her behind some form of barrier, but it seemed she was too powerful for him to challenge.

"I have many reasons," Codexia replied.

"Do not test me girl, you may have saved us, but that does not make us allies," Mordent replied.

"I would have thought that your tenure under the iron hand of Prince Tortheldrin that oppressing others is not the way to lead," Codexia replied, raising her hand and bathing it in a green energy, and with a wave of her hand it seeped into the trees around her.

The bark moved and churned, soon giving life and form to the once immobile trees, a multitude of Treants stumbled forward and surrounded the party of five. Codexia looked at the four mages, their concern easily seen, and she smiled as they realized what situation they had put themselves in.

"You feared his whip for so long, that any danger seen you would flinch at, do not think you can threaten me when you are so easily cowed by a half-hearted gesture," Codexia scolded, giving a glare to the Archmage before she smiled.

Waving her hand she forced the Treants to break formation and stroll off to the edge of the temple, just out of the way, but still close and in sight of the Highborne. She wanted them to remember it was her controlling them, and who they saw as an enemy.

Mordent remembered easily why she was a danger, her control over nature was impressive to say the least and with his own diminished strength he posed no threat to her. Alongside her control over darkness it made her a foe he dared not face alone, but like himself all his fellow Arcanists had not the power to fight any longer.

What arcane energies that once pulsed through their city did not resonate as greatly here, leaving feeling as if the very air was thin and difficult to breath. His people were in dire need, and right now he and them were at the mercy of this woman and whatever plans she had for them.

"I saved you for something else, I think we both know that, but if we help each other we get more out of this than you think," Codexia replied, smiling slightly as she strolled up to Mordent, the difference in height apparent with the young red haired woman being a head shorter than the pale silver haired mage.

"What would you ask from us? To serve you? Help you in some dark ritual? To gain more power for your own ends?" Mordent inquired, glaring at the shorter woman who did nothing but smile at his distrust.

"Nothing of the sort, but the last one is not far off the mark, but still I have something else in mind," Codexia replied. "North of here is the borders to the Desolace, but you may have known it for the Sar'theris before the Sundering. Do you recall?"

He did recall it, the once brilliant coastal region, a very beautiful and sought after place for nobility to venture to relax and delve into the exotic wilderness there. It was a place he visited once before, very young at the time, and he still could recall the many bustling streets of the three cities that dotted the landscape.

"We do, the once verdant lands there were filled with tamed jungles and much splendour," Mordent replied, then a thought came to mind. "The cities there, did they survive the Sundering? Did our people survive out in the world?"

"Sadly no, those people and their cities are gone now, one crushed beneath the mountains and another sunken under the sea while the last has been turned into a demonic refuge for warlocks, and the lands had become nothing but graveyard of dead animals, but do not lose hope," Codexia said, turning and strolling over towards the statue.

"Lose hope? How can we not, our only safe refuge is gone and our people trapped in these forests waiting for our enemies to come for us, how can we do nothing but feel dread at the prospect of our impending doom?" Mykos growled out, jabbing a finger towards Codexia. "We would have fared better not knowing of you, better to have died a quick death in Eldre'thalas than out in the world that would murder us slowly one at a time."

Mordent did not agree, what could she lead them too in this Desolace that could help them, if their ancient cities were gone and their people lost how this could be for their benefit he did not know. But he had nothing else to loose, what could he do but offer his people the desperate hope they needed to survive this world.

"What is it that you offer us?" Mordent asked.

"A new home," Codexia replied. "But in return I wish for free reign in this city, for these is something in it that I search for, just like I did within Eldre'Thalas."

Mordent was confused, what city was she talking of if there were none left to speak of.

"What city do you speak of?" Mordent inquired, finding her smile to be a little devious.

"Ethal Rothar,"


There you have it, enjoy.

Reviews:

Selias: Correct, the human body is limited to what it can handle, even when enhanced to certain levels it can still break down. A good example is the Master Chief who was able to run close to one hundred kilometres per hour but he snapped his tendons doing so, despite his augmentations. Meaning that certain limitations exists with the body.

Reality Deviant: Prayer worship is not seen or shown to do anything, but sacrifices have been seen to be able to empower others including Primal Gods. If Ichigo was sacrificed to he may benefit from it, although accepting those sacrifices is another thing.

Clw123cat: Glad you liked it.

Telron: Yes, he has his Bankai, but the dangers of it are great, very great.

Impstar: Not this chapter sadly, but eventually they will meet.

Jazara is Abraxus' rival. Also him using his powers like that in a human body is dangerous, for good reason. That amount of physical strain and power being unleashed and contained within his body is dangerous.

Ernest Shippinglane89: Glad you like it, and I will take your words into consideration, I will see about bringing about more deeper interactions between the characters in the future.

G3neSyS: Glad you like it. Also no Harem, while he might get admirers and fangirls he won't be starting up some damn Harem because it will work. In the end the Harem always ends with the man choosing one girl and the rest of the girls are settled as friends. I find that as basically a show of the Bachelor, and I hate the bachelor. But I can have moment of sexual innuendo from time to time, after all we cannot forget the Prude that Ichigo is.

Also you are right, the Mask will come into play eventually and it will be awesome and another thing him going Full Hollow will happen but also different.

Mandalore the Freedom: That time will come soon, after all it is the choices you make and the consequences that make you realize just how powerless you can be with all that power. Chromie while controlling time does not control fate, she can shift a person's fate and destiny but it is the persons to choose what they do.

Try not to sound too morbid man, accepting death is one thing but to come to terms that it is coming for you sounds as if it is around the corner. Live your life to the fullest you can and do not let anyone trample on it.

Daio Ine: Glad you liked it. The fight between the two of them will be great and I am thinking of multiple confrontations over Northrend before the final one upon Icecrown. After all a single fight is not enough, I plan it to go down like with Grimmjow, lots of fighting.

Glad you liked the fight as well, really liked it and how it came out. And I won't spoil anything for you then. Well there will be another woman he will be with, and I do mean that in the biblical sense, so take that in mind.

Squadpink 20: Yes, eventually the word of him will spread and others will be interested, but the details of what he is not exactly known and that is working for him and against him sadly. Not yet, well not entirely, he is aware of the undead as he has seen an Abomination, but seen a Forsaken is entirely different and even a Death Knight is more different.

Krazyfanfiction1: He could, technically in the current arc he can actually hold a condense Getsuga at a certain point in the air and release it with a command, meaning that he can technically manipulate it in fight. But that likely requires some of his Quincy powers, but when he learns it he could set up a battlefield with these things and create a damn trap.

Leapinglemur: Glad you like the fight, also while Bankai is cool it has become a sort of trump card for some characters that is drawn out very often and quickly in some fight, especially some of Ichigo's major battles. After he attained it he used it more than his Shikai, given his opposition I can understand, but it would have been nice if he grew stronger with his Shikai.

MSG1000: I feels that many think that Harems are about a guy with many girls. Kind of like how you see most Naruto Fics these days, the guy gets tonnes of girls for almost no reason and he is eleven years old and somehow is screwing Tsunade. It is peoples conceptions and what they think it is that I believe doesn't work, because they see it in a certain way and it becomes grounded in stone. That annoys me.

A true Harem fic I think requires love and affection between many people. But platonic, not sexual or romantic, but a deep affection for others that are close to you. Ichigo could be in a Harem, but I feel it is too much effort and not really part of the story I want to write.

Black Cross0: Glad you liked it. Also her name is Jazera and you have seen here, go back to the earlier chapters and you will see her. She is also very much stronger than him.

Kragh50: Yep, all his bones, and some muscle tears and tendons snapped, along with organ damage, he is a messed up little boy.

Regis JN: Yeah, this fight is probably the most wounded he has ever come since his final fight with Byakuya and Grimmjow.

Star: Glad you like it, and my favourite over Ichigo is easily Urahara, the guy is a laugh a minute, swear to god he is awesome.

Ichigo's Bankai is unique in the fact that a transformation such as his that altered his appearance slightly and weapon is not known. Because technically there is no known magic that can change the weapon and armor into something more powerful that makes the wielder more powerful. Also it enhanced Ichigo to superhuman level of power and ability, something she has never seen in someone mortal before.

Also holding back a three tonne creature like Illom'thar is no laughing matter. And killing it quickly is no joke either.

Guest #1: He will, eventually he will make an appearance. As for Ichigo staying on Azeroth is because of several important and major reasons.

Shiranakutemokekko: Glad you like it and I can assure you that Ichigo will get involved in politics in a unique way in the future and with his own brand of style.

The Unsung Hero: Pretty much yes, the physical body is limited to what it can do, and how much stress it can handle before it breaks. Shinigami in soul form are much more resilient because they technically are not physical beings, but made up of a single particle of matter that is mostly meta-physical in nature and more akin to energy than solid matter.

Fel Energy require sacrifice, meaning that it devours life from the host and those it is used against, basically that is why Warlocks decay so quickly and loose their life force when practicing with it. Because the Fel energies feed on anything it touches.

Cole: Passive regeneration can only go so far and technically since he is suppressing his Hollow that ability is outside of his reach. Also spiritual energy resonates in a certain vicinity, think of the release of spiritual energy as a displacement of air or explosion. You only sense it when the air around you is displaced, like feeling a shockwave from an explosion, the bigger the shockwave the more pressure is felt, this is what the spirits feel, the displacement of energy around them from another source.

Also Ichigo may be a Death God but the Shinigami are not directly tied to the universal force of Death or Shadow.

Mad Thought: I am glad you enjoyed it.

Umbra Venator: I will take that an store it my friend, Fullbringers it is.

Meech Macho: The Mask is being used would enhance his powers and make them more potent, like adding pop rocks to a bottle of coke, it simply spews out wildly. And because of that the strain would increase.

It has not changed, his Bankai is simply the same the only alterations are his armor as shown in the wiki and the picture for this story. Remember that despite him being winded he has always shown to be able to fight continuously despite fatigue, also he has been fighting for over fifteen hours.

Abraxus' rival is Jazera, the Eredar you saw at the very beginning of the story, she took his armies from him and basically ridiculed him in his own palace.

Bardshark: Glad you like the story and I am pleased that you think I am a good author. Also I will try to develop Caren and Adelina more as characters as time goes on, trust me I will make them memorable. I will finish this story, you have my word.

Chrome Cheetah: He will regains his full might eventually, trust me, I won't leave anyone hanging.

Arcangel1342: Wow, you pulled an all-nighter? My god I feel honoured that you think my story is worth it. Also yes he will get his real Zanpakuto in time.

Aesir19: Yep, the Bankai in the story matches that in the image for the story. He will go back home, but it will be different, that is for certain, trust me when he gets back home it will not be the same as the one he left. Glad you like how I am portraying Azeroth, and I agree the scaling is off a bit in game and I try to make it right but it is so hard sometimes.

Blindluck92: Use that five bucks well, invest it, make a fortune and maybe you can shout your family McDonalds.

Yes the damage he suffered was extensive and the only reason he did not collapse is because that condensed power was actually keeping his organs and muscles from falling apart along with his bones. But as soon as that went away, that energy keeping all his body held together simply vanished and he became jelly.

MadMaskJK: He will not make people on Azeroth into Soul Reapers, although who is to say someone else won't try to do something similar. Ichigo cannot control his Quincy abilities and only the Old Man can do it, and that is usually without Ichigo's knowledge. But another issue is that his body is not inherently Quincy in nature.

Quincy requires not only a piece of Yhwach but also the blood, their abilities and powers are tied to their blood, and since Ichigo is in a vessel that is fully human he has lost that advantage. Because of that he could channel his power through it, if he had the knowledge and skill, but it would be poor because his human body is actually just a shell made up from the DNA of some random human.

Enjoy everyone, have a good week.