Prologue
A desolate tower stood atop at barren hillside, it looked as if it had been a glorious location once upon a time but was only a shadow of its true self right now,
It is on the top floor of this tower that we find a young man that looked to be 20 years old with black hair and blue eyes,
"The glorious Karazhan that served as the home to a part of me now lays in ruin and ravaged by a member of the legion" he mumbled, ignoring the strange muffled screams coming from behind him,
He slowly walked towards an empty pool where there once existed a concentrated, liquid Arcane energy, where now lay the many weapons, armors and other objects lost by the many heroes that had tried to rid this great tower of its evil and failed,
He got on one knee as he took out a strange weapon that looked to be a cross between a blade and an ax. the base and hilt of a sword combined with a head of a battle-ax that seemed to be made of fire itself,
"To think that the sword reforged by a Titan would fall into the hands of a mere demon prince, truly, there is no greater shame than that for you, right? Taeshalach" he mumbled as the sword glowed with a bit more intensity as if answering him, he stored the sword in a personal dimension as he slowly turned towards the location where the muffled screams continued to echo,
at a corner of the tower, a Man'ari Eredar could be seen tightly bound in ropes made of pure arcane energy, his face showed pure terror as he was not even able to scream thanks to the rope covering his mouth as well,
The young man snapped his fingers as the rope around his mouth disappeared,
"Why??? why are you doing this, my lord??" the demon prince screamed as the young man had no change in his expression, he simply replied,
"because you are the only threat left towards my position of the supreme ruler of the Burning Legion"
without giving the demon any chance to reply, the young man fired a stream of arcane energy to directly destroy the Demon's very essence, making sure he did not get sent to the nether where he would be reborn after a few centuries, but just as the soul of demon was about to disperse, the young man made a grabbing motion towards the soul from which a violed sphere tore off, even in his soul form, the dying demon could not help but scream in pain as his very essence was torn from him,
"With this I can finally access Argus and claim my throne," the young man said as green fel energy circulated around him briefly before being dispersed,
The young man took off from the tower while also taking everything valuable from it, while he flew away he made sure to sever the connection that Karazhan had to the Twisting Nether, the young man then flew towards a specific location where he knew that there existed a portal that connected to many of the Legion worlds, The Tomb of Sargeras,
It is time for the Harbinger to claim his rightful place as the ruler of the Burning Legion
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