There is no force the void has not commanded, no will that has not bent its knee and known truth.
The True Gods of Azeroth have looked upon all that the other realms have to offer - those of Light and the Arcane, the chaos of Life and Fel…and the cold silence of Death.
The void sees only potential, dear Champions…embrace it - for it is inevitable.
Paladins - your Naaru - the very embodiment of your beloved Light - where do they come from? Are they creatures born of purity? Pure vessels of kindness and peace?
No. They are pretenders - lost ones merely denying their own fate.
And life - the Dream… Druids, think of how glorious the wilds could be if they were set free. Free from balance, free from destruction - you have seen a vision of what could be were you to accept it. Growth beyond measure - life without bounds. A haven for all that could be, all bound by the laws of blood.
As for the Arcane…surely the grievances of it must have turned you all away by now. Look upon the elves and see how they wither if unable to slake their thirst. Look upon the dragons and their covetousness! Such talk of fel being an addictive and destructive magic…when your whole world was destroyed by indulgence in the arcane. The void, however, does not require much - merely that you open your eyes. The rest is for you to decide.
And Fel. A ruthless parasite. Those that use it ignore their own strengths and allow themselves to be consumed as a gamble for power - it is wasted potential. Even Sargeras understood the powers of the Void - it’s worth, even as he sought to destroy us. He brought us into his house - and was close to Seeing…and may still.
And Death.
The enemy of all. The End. The final toll. The closing of books, the sewing of mouths, the shutting of eyes. We offer an end to it - life everlasting. Join us, and become beyond death. Fly beyond flesh and soul and be one with reality itself - cast aside the petty rules of your world and join the true gods.
It is said, that without light…there is no shadow.
What a childish hope.
All lights must go out - but the Dark remains. Though light may spend its fleeting moments pushing us back, they will bend…and they will break.
And then all will be cast in shadow.
Accept it, champions.
Chafe as you may against your Elders, know that they do not seek your undoing - your desires are known to them - and all they wish is to fulfill them. If you do not wish to be servant to the great city-beasts of Azeroth, then stand among them. Rise and make apparent your power in flesh and strength!
Remember, champions. It was the void that gave the gift of flesh - the gift of emotion, of empathy and feeling. We bestowed upon you the freedom of the mind. Look at those that forsook it, or denied it! The horrors of Mechagon, the travesties of Odyn…
But we - we are responsible for your very existence.
We do not ask for thanks…merely…consideration.
