In the maelstrom of the tumultuous, nether-infused tempests that besieged the fractured remnants of Draenor, nestled within the sombre recesses of the formidable Tempest Keep, the courageous paladin, Muhammadah, grasped the sacred artifact, Val’anyr, Hammer of the Ancient Kings. Her purpose was to wrench the fallen Kael’Thas and his advisors back into existence, not through perverse necromantic rituals, but through the restorative powers of the Light. Her aim was to pry from the Prince of Quel’Thalas the clandestine knowledge on vanquishing The Lich King. Reborn from the beacon of the Light, they convened once more in the sanctum of the Naaru fortress, resuscitated from the brink of oblivion.
At her side stood the noble warriors of the guild named Betrayed, stalwart companions bound by loyalty and a shared vision. Guided by ancient memories of her unending crusade, reawakened and burning brighter than ever, Muhammadah and her brethren pressed relentlessly against the stonewalling efforts of Kael’thas and his council. Their resolve remained unbroken despite the repeated denial of the secrets they so desperately needed to deliver Azeroth from the chilling grasp of the Lich King, and reestablish the dominion of the Light, under the Emperor’s reign.
Luminous flares of radiant energy danced across the grand audience chamber, painting Muhammadah’s visage with the ethereal traits of a Quel’dorei in the eyes of Kael’thas and his advisors, while her faithful compatriots perceived her true, unaltered human form. Arcane energies crackled through the air, their volatile forms assuming the essences of lightning, ice, fire, and shadowy spells, creating a spectacular, if deadly, display of magic. Each time they broke through the advisors’ ranks to confront Kael’thas, they found themselves ensnared by the tantalizing allure of the promises whispered by the corruptive fruits of the Prince’s obsession with fel magic.
Sensing the valiant struggle turning fruitless, Muhammadah enlisted the aid of a solitary rogue, whose silent vow to assist them hinted at the promise of acquiring yet another piece of the legendary arsenal. This rogue, with words as sharp as his blades, pledged to deliver them to the precipice of triumph, unearthing Kael’thas’ elusive lore on Arthas’s vulnerabilities.
As the first wave of conflict ensued, Thaladred the Darkener descended upon them, a roaring juggernaut of darkness. Yet before the awe-inspiring luminosity radiated by Muhammadah, he was compelled to kneel.
Lord Sanguinar the Bloodhammer followed, his mighty weapon falling silent in the presence of Val’anyr, Hammer of the Ancient Kings, the embodiment of the sacred might he held in the highest esteem.
Grand Astromancer Capernian, a master of celestial mysteries, acquiesced to the irrefutable power of the cosmic light embodied in the hearts and minds of Muhammadah and her allies.
Thelonicus, the Master Engineer, bowed in reverence to the ingenious design of the Titan-forged hammer that Muhammadah so masterfully wielded.
Finally, Kael’thas, the regal Prince of Quel’Thalas, with a flourish of his royal robes, presented his coveted arsenal of legendary weapons to the heroes, his lips curled into a knowing smile, acknowledging his impending defeat.
Rising again from the ashes of their humility, the advisors offered Kael’thas a final chance to reveal the extent of his power to the indomitable adventurers.
Through a barrage of fire and flame, darting phoenixes and encroaching darkness, Kael’Thas yielded. He prostrated before Muhammadah and her companions, his surrender as dignified as a king’s homage to an Emperor, and his Daughter. He extended a hand, cupping the living ashes of the Phoenix God. The adventurers, in their quest for a beacon of hope to vanquish the Lich King, found Kael’thas offering them the power they sought, a testament to their might and the power of Light.
The taciturn rogue, his purpose served and payment secured, discreetly withdrew from the grandeur of the sanctum, leaving Muhammadah to her parley with Kael’thas, the Prince of Quel’Thalas.
“Anar’alah,” Kael’thas addressed Muhammadah in the melodious lilt of Thalassian, his voice echoing through the hallowed chambers of the Tempest Keep.
Assuming her Quel’dorei form, Muhammadah cradled the precious ashes in her hands. Raising them high above her head, she echoed Kael’thas’s sentiment, her voice ringing clear and resonant, “Anar’alah belore.”
As if heeding the invocation, Al’ar, the Phoenix God, burst forth from the ashes in a stunning display of fiery resurrection.
In the times long past, before the sorrowful Fall of Lordaeron and subsequent to the Exodus of the Highborne, Al’ar had been a dear companion to both Muhammadah and Kael’thas in the verdant realms of Quel’Thalas. As the fiery plumage of the reborn deity enveloped Muhammadah, a divine fire suffused her being. Although it was intense enough to be seen by the naked eye, the flames were as cool as a gentle spring breeze, and the aura they emanated was an irrefutable testament to the purest form of Light.
Both Muhammadah and Kael’Thalas found their gazes riveted to the celestial form of the Phoenix God, their minds riddled with wonderment and curiosity. What divine wisdom would their childhood companion impart to them, akin to the enlightening words that had guided them during their innocent meanderings under the benevolent light of the Sunwell?
And then, Al’ar sang. A song never before heard outside the secluded comfort of his roost, a hymn to the sun echoing through the vast expanse of the sanctum. The melody was haunting and poignant, reverberating through the heart of every listener.
It was a tale of a solitary warrior, much like Muhammadah herself, who straddled the world of humans and elves, mirroring the dual nature of her Quel’dorei and human forms. It told the story of Zors, the legendary figure whose deeds had been etched in the annals of Azeroth’s history.
Zors, the Wielder of Thunderfury, the Scarab Lord of Ahn’Qiraj, the Hand of Ragnaros, the Grand Marshall of the Alliance. The Phoenix God’s song, rich with the echoes of the ancient past, painted an illustrious tale of heroism and sacrifice, intertwined with the bittersweet notes of loss and renewal. Every note was a testament to Zors’ legendary deeds, a ballad to the enduring spirit of the champions of the Light. As the melody wound its way through the grand hall, a new chapter of their grand crusade began to unfold.
Muhammadah’s search for the Light by which she would slay the Lich King to fulfill the mandate of her perpetual crusade had revealed itself in Al’ar and the Song of Zors.