In the ancient days of the Black Empire’s reign, Where shadows danced and darkness reigned, A blade was forged, with whispers cold, Xal’atath, the Void’s stronghold.
From the depths of the Void, her essence came, A harbinger of chaos, a bringer of flame. In the hands of trolls and aqir alike, She sowed discord, a deadly strike.
Through ages past, her path was marked, In blood and shadow, her legacy stark. Modgud’s curse, a tale of dread, Grim Batol’s halls, where heroes bled.
Natalie Seline, with curiosity keen, Studied the Void, its unseen sheen. In the Second War, her knowledge grew, But Xal’atath’s whispers, none outgrew.
The Burning Legion’s third invasion came, A shadow priest wielded her name. In battles fierce, her power shone, Yet her true form remained unknown.
The Sword of Sargeras, a wound so deep, Xal’atath’s hunger, it sought to reap. But discarded she was, left to decay, Yet her spirit, undying, found a way.
In the corpse of Inanis, she found new life, Freed from the blade, she embraced the strife. A pact with N’Zoth, the Old God’s might, Granted her freedom, a new dark light.
With Iridikron, she forged an alliance, A Harbinger of Void, in defiance. Her whispers now, a call to arms, To plunge Azeroth into dark charms.
Yet heroes rise, with light in hand, To challenge her, to save the land. Alleria stands, her bow drawn tight, Against Xal’atath, in the darkest night.
In the heart of battle, their fates entwine, A clash of wills, a war divine. Void against light, death against life, In this epic struggle, a world in strife.
Through the chaos, a truth unfolds, In every heart, a story told. For in the end, it’s love and light, That pierce the shadows, that win the fight.
Xal’atath’s tale, a shadowed past, Her future uncertain, her power vast. Yet as long as heroes like Alleria stand, Hope will flourish across the land.
