CHAPTER THREE – HOLAARU
"Elemental spirits of Azeroth hear my plea. Elemental spirits of Azeroth hear my plea… Elemental spirits of Azeroth… Hear… My… Plea.." The old broken Draenei sage Holaaru chanted with increasing strain.
Holaaru was not aware of how much time had but he assumed a decent amount had. His entire focus, his entire being, and his reserves of energy were focused on keeping the earthen wall standing. The demons must be stopped. The refugees of Marshtide Watch must be saved. The old sage initially came from the Harborage in the Northeast of the Swamp of Sorrows seeking help but had grown close with the denizens of Marshtide Watch. They were good people. They deserved to survive.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Holaaru felt weak. The elemental spirits of Azeroth had indeed answered his call but an incredible amount of elemental energy was running through his body, using him as a conduit. The strain on his life force was immense and it was draining him rapidly.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
No longer could the old sage feel the strain against the earthen barrier but he could hear the demon's siege against it. His sapphire eyes opened wide. Visible cracks appeared.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Holaaru fell to his knees his life force almost spent.
"Elemental… Spirits… Of… Azeroth…"
The glowing emerald tendrils evaporated. The cracks grew. Finally, the barrier crumbled before him. Staring the old sage down were two demonic infernal behemoths. Giant creatures of grey stone and bright glowing fel fire green energy. One raised its gigantic stone fist to crush the old broken one.
Holaaru slumped backwards his eyes shutting forever before the stone fist reached him.
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