Isaik glanced back towards Yumara, “I am fortunately not, I am unsure there volatile natures could handle a simple mining operation… The Titan construct now lying dead on Centralis, is merely a microscopic piece of the whole that was lying in a secret location… A shattered world that was once not unlike Azeroth during her days during the Black empire…” Isaik explained trying to show that this incursion wasn’t for the rotting mountain of Titan flesh left of the surface but the location to a literal shattered world… “As for Salkeen and Izzabelle, I too have my doubts… As far as I see it’s going sour quickly…” Isaik hissed, watching the two argue with each each other through Sericon’s eyes…
“I also understand to many the binding of oneself to another is a rather addictive feeling, to be apart of someone truly, you feel more, experience more… Even without her personal feelings involved it is not a easy task to suddenly be alone once more…” Isaik explained, he had known a few minions who had become what one might refer to as addicted to having a bond…
Isaik nodded looking away from the aggressive words he saw from Sericon’s eyes, “Besides Salkeen you or I remain the only other effective source of power, though I do know her mind would be detrimental to your own…” Isaik spoke as if he was trying to place together this truly mad puzzle before him, He grew slightly distracted as he checked on Varicar and Throggore…
Isaik moved his hand showing he was still listening, “Izzabelle needs a bond for power much like the Highborne of Quel’Thalas need the Sunwell…” Isaik understood quite well, without something to supplant that power Izzabelle would use her life force until it was expended…
Isaik hissed the words, “Ebony… Salkeen has demanded that when the time comes I aid him on that endeavor…” Isaik gave a dry laugh, “As if he had much of a choice, that dark elf has interfered to much with my plans not to feel my retribution…” Isaik hissed, they would see who would win in the end…
Isaik knew his Yumara would protect the tome, however it was time to reveal more… “If Salkeen dies, He will be coming for me next…” Isaik’s voice grew darker more ancient… “Ironic that even after all these eons it will be the same combatants in the end…” Isaik hissed, before regaining a bit of composure, though he and Zalak were indeed only one entity now, it was hard to reveal the whole truth on why it was the same individuals who would come to end him…
Isaik turned to view Varicar and Throggore once more, “It seems the tide is turning against our two sent to retrieve Izzabelle and eliminate Smuggs… They may need backup… Perhaps I shall send the Bone Render, he and the Assassin have not seen each other in quite some ti…” Isaik paused as he felt something most peculiar, a new demonic presence had appeared nearby Izzabelle as she had made distance with Salkeen.
Isaik could’ve appeared within seconds of the disturbance, but something told him it was unwise, perhaps he had seen this timeline before long ago… The Master would opt for patience this time, he however knew Salkeen would also sense such a presence… The Master considered for but a moment before concealing the demonic presence with his magic, Salkeen would be able to sense her when he was ready for him too… It wasn’t long after that Izzabelle’s power levels spiked now that was truly interesting… Isaik was left with a choice, Salkeen would seek out Izzabelle to see the change, unless the proper distraction appeared… Isaik revealed the other demonic presence much stronger than usual as soon as it gained a bit of distance from Izzabelle…
Isaik knew Yumara would also sense such presences, and power shifts, he watched intently, devising what these new variables would mean… Waving his hand to the side while he observed, he summoned a portal for Maleok and sent him a suggestion of going through it to aid the minions on Azeroth… He nearly moved to do more when he heard it…
It was all that was needed, for him to appear… The Master faded into the shadows from his vessel, Yumara could choose to follow or stay if she desired, before his glowing yellow eyes appeared in the shadowed areas of the Ered’Kiel’s bridge… Isaik walked forward as if he had gone through a mere doorway… “Hello my dear, you called and I have answered…” Isaik responded to Izzabelle’s, he stayed near the edges of the shadows, he could approach but sometimes restraint was wiser.