I’m calling it now. They’re going to have Sylvanas replace the Arbiter.
Jailer: Elune? Is it… over? [Elune takes Zovaal the Jailer’s hand]
Elune: At long last. No judge rules forever, my son.
Jailer: I see… only fanfics… before me… [Jailer’s eyes roll up in his head and he dies. Elune closes Zovaal’s eyes and turns to the waiting Bolvar]
Elune: Without its master’s command, the restless souls will become an even greater threat to this cosmos. Control must be maintained… There must always be… an Arbiter… [Elune vanishes. Bolvar picks up the Arbiter’s orb]
Bolvar: [solemn] The weight of such a burden… … it must be mine, for there is no other to–
Sylvanas: Bolvar… You hold epic power in your hands, Bolvar … but it is not your own.
Bolvar: Sylvanas… [horrified, as he sees Sylvanas] By all that is holy…
[Sylvanas is glowing with golden light, like Kerrigan at the end the Xel’naga arc]
Sylvanas: My marketability… sealed my fate… The world of mediocrity can no longer comfort me. Place the orb upon my chest, Bolvar. Forevermore - I will be the judge of the afterlife.
Bolvar: NO, old foe… I cannot…
Sylvanas: DO IT, BOLVAR! You and these brave heroes have your own poorly written stories to carry out. This last escape… is mine.
Bolvar:[solemn] You will not be Arbiter…
Sylvanas: [insistent] I MUST be the Arbiter, Bolvar! If my fans among Blizzard and the playerbase are to be appeased - you have to make me the new Arbiter today.
[Bolvar nods and slowly lowers the orb onto Sylvanas’ chest. For a moment, there is silence, then the chamber starts to shake. Sylvanas grows in size, her clothing changing to the Arbiter’s as Bolvar backs away]
Sylvanas: Tell them only that the Jailer is dead… [her voice takes on an echo] and that the Banshee Queen died with him… [Sylvanas’ transformation is complete]
Arbiter Sylvanas: NOW GO. LEAVE THIS PLACE - AND NEVER RETURN.