After several breaths, the motion ceased. The light faded. And Spark lowered his arm.
For the first time since it had begun, stillness returned.
Azeroth remained at a distance, his form suspended within the fractured void. Slowly, he turned his head, taking in the surroundings.
Everywhere the light had touched, the abyss showed signs of collapse.
Wide fractures stretched across the space, some so deep that faint distortions bled through them, as though something lay beyond the void, pressing against its weakening shell. The domain he had believed secure now stood on the verge of breaking apart entirely.
Azeroth's expression darkened.
If that light had reached him even once…
He did not finish the thought.
Even with his divinity solidified, even after ascending to a higher authority, he could not be certain he would have survived it.
A faint sensation stirred in his chest.
He frowned. "…Is this fear?"
The word felt distant, almost foreign.
