City of Darnassus
November 16, 2561.
10:30 AM.
(Normal POV)
In the morning, the body of Tyrande Whisperwind was immediately found on the coast of the Hinterlands. Two hours after dumping her into the sea. Malfurion woke up from another location of the planet and instantly flew here after hearing that Darnassus was attacked.
She was still alive, but the mutation of her left arm had developed a blade . The Flood took over about a good portion of her mind, and just as Lorderas predicted. The parasite destroyed her powers. Her left eye was glowing red. And her pinkish hue was changing to dark blue.
When Malfurion tried to heal her, the parasite still remained, but couldn't corrupt any more parts of her body. Her powers couldn't been restored. He flew her back to Darnassus, where they were trying to clear out the gases and the Flood from the bunker. When she uttered her words, it told him that she had betrayed Elune by being too sure of herself, over a creature that they didn't knew about before.
A stasis chamber was in place for her to prevent the parasitic growth from destroying what's left of her mind, and so much at this point. She can't talk physically or mentally to others. She was safe from permanent corruption, but this wouldn't destroy the parasite or restore her powers. After what happened, the Alliance stepped in.
"Who did all of this?" A diplomat stepped through the portal with no prior warning after last night.
"The ones who called themselves as the Covenant Reborn, ran by a fool that devastated so many of us here. Only a handful of people remain, and most of the ships are already sunk. Tyrande will not be able to speak with you." Malfurion spoke in a low voice, but the man can tell that the gas had killed so many people. And staring past him was Tyrande. Locked in a stasis chamber, but the mutations were an dreadful and obvious sight.
"You have something worse on your mind. Speak it quickly, its better that we know as much as possible." The politician was also an expert of psychological study. He was the very first to understand the minds of great heroes before and after the Great War.
"The Covenant knows the location about the Scythe of Elune. One of the Old Gods' creation had corrupted her, she won't be able to serve the city's needs for now. Lucky for them, their own might can't traverse Shaladrassil. They would try, but it won't work for them." He mentioned their plans, reading through their ship in his mind.
"I'll inform the Alliance, or what's left of them after what happened to Stormwind." The diplomat returned to the portal and went back to the Queen.
Flying above the Broken Isles
2:30 PM.
The Covenant had already done what the others couldn't, they had corrupted and broke Tyrande's oath to Elune by the Flood. The Elites cheered Lorderas on his advancements in getting the Scythe. All because of the few traitorous mages that joined them. But there was only one thing preventing him from getting to Shaladrassil.
Even if he had the forces to invade the Broken Isles. The World Tree may have something to prevent them from traversing the sacred temple. So he and his soldiers drank the essence from the scales of Neltharion. Which can burn everything in their wake. The well was located within a Warden Vault in Hyjal, and despite their efforts to keep the Covenant out. They were all slaughtered by the sudden attack. Whoever that wasn't killed were thrown down the hillsides to bleed out.
"We've taken another swift victory for the true Covenant. With the well that we all drank and took from them, we shall burn them out from the source. Even with their dead goddess and their magic. It won't be enough to deter us from this goal." Lorderas gave a speech, while the rest of his armor had changed from Deathwing's essence. His cloak now emits dark blue flames.
"This power flows through us. It's like our destiny has changed." An Grunt spoke as he felt more power than he ever had before.
"We're not invincible, but we can almost do anything." The Jackal spoke in his native language.
"You see the land below us?" One of the Elite Zealots had saw a giant tree that the ship was flying over, then. Giant anti-air Glaive launchers had started to attack the giant CAS-Battleship.
"Hadn't you heard about it? We're on their sacred grounds. We got more ships coming in to assist us. The whole valley will be dividing its attention against the others. We'll steal the Scythe. And we shall break them all." Lorderas gave an simple directive, all of them were to claim the Scythe for the Covenant.
The gravity lift had made them jump down to the Tree's entrance. The druids and the rest of the Alliance were deployed in Val'Sharah, but with most of the Covenant's attack ships swarming the fleet. Lorderas had immediately gained the upper hand. He already went inside the tree to begin his assault.
Most of Night Elves powerful allies were even warned about this, but except that they were getting outmatched by the enhanced Zealots and the troopers that drank Deathwing's blood. The enemy began to burn the temple out to find the Scythe. Despite how the forces were adverted to fight the fleet, the most powerful druids were guarding the sanctum.
After centuries of restoring control of the World Tree from the Emerald Nightmare. It was under a quick assault once again. A beautiful tree that had the Scythe of Elune in its deepest sanctum, only to have it burn by Lorderas's might.
Shaladrassil's Sanctum.
While Malfurion wasn't doing anything on the battlefield, he was on his way to stop Lorderas from stealing the weapon. The tree was already on fire, a shame that he had to see it. After 400 years of restoring its beauty from the Nightmare.
When he entered, there were dead elves all over the area. Worse. They deployed the Flood and mutated them, resurrecting them from the dead to fight against the elves. Malfurion walked so slowly, and he sees Lorderas's soldiers. Burning everything in their path.
"Lorderas! Your rampage ends here!" Malfurion flies and stops him in his tracks when he reaches the Scythe.
"Hmm. Seeing Azeroth's legends for the first time is an honor. But you are simply weak as with Cenarius." Lorderas had greeted and provoked Malfurion's hidden anger. It wasn't too visible, but it was there.
"Your arrogance shows no bounds. The Scythe of Elune will not unlock its potential to such a person like you, if you want to leave with no shame. Do it now." The Archdruid had gave him two choices, leave without shame. Or die in battle.
"You're an idiot, even if you were ten thousands years old. The true Covenant decides that shame will be met if I abandon this mission, and dying in battle will prove my strength and bravery against the odds." Lorderas proved both of them wrong. And in a quick chance, he threw a blast of fire in their faces. Leaping behind them and grabs the Scythe of Elune.
"Try as you might, Sangheili. But your pride won't let the Scythe from unlocking its power to you." Said Cenarius, as Lorderas leaps away from combat.
All of the elves knew that the Scythe's full power won't be unleashed. Unfortunately, it wasn't the case. An unknown Chronological being came into existence in the current timeline. It had no appearance, only a green light. It made a strange sound, and the Scythe of Elune changed to another weapon type. It had the same powers as with Celestrial Druids. Except that it summons asteroids along with newer unusual abilities, retaining the rest of the powerful normal attacks.
The weapon was a amalgamation of ancient Flood biomass, Forerunner technology, Titan tech, the biomass of various Old Gods and an long extinct race called the Precursors, which had turned into the Flood in the first place. A green-colored metal with yellow hardened organic flesh that is within the weapon. Acting like a power source.
It was no longer the Scythe of Elune. Now it was the Warsword of the Dark Beyond. A massive greatsword that can now rain oblivion from the skies, mold the earth against their enemies. The moon was now his power and he can now turn it against the elves.
"You believed that I couldn't use the weapon at all. Well, you didn't knew that someone contacted me to bring them forward into existence." Lorderas told both of them that the weapon is now his.
"What kind of foul magic is this?" Cenarius tried to possess the weapon back to his hands, but the combination of the Old Gods and the Precursors had prevented him from doing so.
"I can't really read on what's in the sword. But it has all the unholy powers from another source. It isn't Elune's weapon anymore." Malfurion's plan had failed, along with Tyrande and the defenders of Shaladrassil.
Within one swing, the two of the tree's defenders had been banished out of the normal timeline. Now, with no distractions. Lorderas's soldiers came out of the Tree, and raising it causes an array of destructive bolts of energy from the stars, decimating the forest. He gripped the sword and opened an invisible wormhole. Pulling the amalgamation through the portal. No one can see it, but the energy from the alien had took the powers of the night elves into the portal.
It almost worked. If the Emerald Dragon hadn't come in at the last second and diverted the alien back into the portal. But Lorderas's power had warded the Dragons away from him. He had managed to get to a ship and pulled himself into slipspace.
"It seems that the Scythe now belongs to Lorderas's Covenant. You were too late to stop him, but we were lucky today. With your help, that strange thing in the sky would had devoured all of our magic and made us powerless." Malfurion had told the dragons in a weirdly positive fashion.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but Lorderas's Warsword had opened an invisible gateway, linking an ancient alien race about nearly a thousand years into the future. That same creature was an combination of the Titans and the products of the Old Gods. Mixed with various other technology in that timeline." Nozdormu spoke as he immediately flew to the isles to explain how much power does Lorderas's Covenant now holds.
"That's why I heard the strange sounds. That beast didn't came from this realm, for Lorderas has desecrated our home, Tyrande herself and brought forward something that we may not handle with our strongest forces." Malfurion can now look at this whole mess. Not only did it affect the Alliance and the Night Elves, the whole of the galaxy has been introduced with a deadly new force.
Val'Sharah was almost glassed from the ships' power beams, Darnassus is crippled with diseases. Tyrande is forever cursed with the Flood's influence. The Scythe of Elune was destroyed, then reforged into the Warsword of the Dark Beyond. Which now belongs to Lorderas.
Things had became true. Ever since the Human-Covenant war had ended. Lorderas had saw the under-lying cause of the Past Covenant's failure as a result of worship to the long dead Forerunners, which they built the Halo Rings to kill off any suitable biomass to support the Flood. The Prophets worshiped it, and the rest followed. Except for Lorderas. Becoming the second individual to defy the religion of the Old Covenant. Jul'Mdama was the first in an attempt to carry on its legacy, but had failed.
If the rest of the Covenant Space Pirates can know. It would mean that Lorderas has become the most powerful Warlord of the Sangheili and can now lead his people into the New Covenant. Supported by amalgamations of the depths of space, freed from their dying religion, now having the powers to conquer all of Azeroth and destroy what's left of the former empire. Today marked his step into power.