"Take my blessings and live on, Councilor Rommath!"
Salorean roared, throwing the Silvermoon Councilor towards Sargeras with all his might!
Rommath, hurtling through the air, reached out, trying to pull Salorean back.
"No!"
Kael'thas's voice was a mix of anguish and fury!
Galen quickly retrieved an item from his pack: a red, golden-patterned scepter, about half a meter long.
It was the Scepter of Safe Haven.
The Scepter of Safe Haven: A permanent item that teleports a friendly unit to the highest-level town hall, stunning and healing them until they awaken.
Unlike a Return Scroll, the Scepter of Safe Haven teleports a single person, allowing others to continue fighting while saving a life.
With a flash of white light, Salorean vanished, narrowly escaping the Infernal Arrows.
"Kael, you owe me a debt worth 100,000 gold!"
Galen, having teleported Salorean, caught Rommath mid-air and shouted to Kael'thas!
"Forget 100,000 gold, you'll get a million, Rommath swore weakly, relieved to see Salorean safe, despite the burning pain from Sargeras's magic.
"Thank you, Galen!"
Kael'thas, casting Phoenix Flame, muttered sincerely, vowing to repay Galen.
Rommath's surname, Sunstrider, marked him as a royalist. As Silvermoon's foremost warrior, his loss would be a severe blow to the Sun King, comparable to the loss of Lothar for Stormwind.
Galen gently placed Rommath on the ground and healed him with Holy Light.
"Incredible Holy Light magic!" Rommath exclaimed, surprised, as the magic mended his wounds.
"It's nothing," Galen replied.
Rommath examined his ruined mage robe, sighing at the large hole burned through the fabric.
"Not a very good robe," Galen mused. "He'll probably get a new one after this."
"Don't just stand there, mage! We need your help now that you're healed!" Aegwynn gasped, leaning against a wall. Only Kael'thas, empowered by the Phoenix Arcane, could still attack.
Nearby, a Kirin Tor mage, struck by Sargeras's magic, lay buried under rubble.
And Lothar was being overwhelmed by Medivh!
Gasping for breath, Lothar, a warrior, was being battered by Medivh's relentless barrage and arcane missiles.
His helmet was gone, his hair disheveled, and his shoulder armor discarded to improve his agility.
"Oh, Anduin Lothar, descendant of emperors, reduced to a stray dog! Your struggles are futile!"
Sargeras, targeting Lothar with his magic, mocked him, venting centuries of pent-up rage!
Rommath quickly used Awaken to replenish his mana.
Galen, wielding a crude version of the Twin Blades of Azzinoth, advanced on Sargeras, enduring the area-of-effect attacks.
"Give up, insects!"
As Sargeras spoke, Galen's shield was struck with immense force, nearly knocking him off his feet!
"Sargeras, you are a coward! You, who once led the fight against the Void, were terrified by its power! The Pantheon's greatest warrior? I spit on you!!"
Galen's taunt hit home. Sargeras, enraged, hurled a massive fireball at Galen. Unable to dodge, Galen drank a pink potion, braced himself behind his shield, and prepared for the impact!
"Hopefully, this level three shield can withstand this!"
"Damn it! Why do mages always use such huge fireballs? Don't they care if there's anything left of their target?"
"I can take this!"
Boom!
The fireball struck Galen's shield.
Galen felt as if he had been hit by a truck. He coughed up blood onto the back of the shield. His shoulder took the brunt of the impact, saving his arm from serious injury.
Even so, Galen was badly injured. His right shoulder pauldron was gone, and blood streamed down his forehead, obscuring his vision.
The impact drove him backward, plowing deep furrows into the floor, until he slammed against the dome's wall!
He was stuck, unable to move.
But he had blocked the attack!
Galen struggled to pull himself free. His body ached, and his internal organs felt displaced.
The shield was burning hot. The spikes on its front had melted, leaving a smoking pit.
"Thank you, level three metal," he muttered.
"What do you know of the Void? You haven't seen a corrupted star-soul! You are weak creatures, confined to your world, futilely resisting the inevitable destruction! You will die in misery!"
"Is that why you indiscriminately destroy world after world? We, the 'insects' in your eyes, also have the will to fight! We could have been allies, not fuel for your Burning Crusade!"
Galen, ignoring his pain, spoke in one breath.
"Only fel energy can resist the Void! Our cause is just! I admire your courage, human. But Azeroth is doomed, corrupted by the Old Gods. Join us, and I will grant you power!"
Medivh's magic was waning. To continue fighting, he would have to draw on the fel energy within him. He tried to sway Galen, stopping his attacks and moving closer.
Galen stood, dropped his ruined shield, and removed his damaged chest plate.
He took a deep breath, having bought time for Lothar and the others to recover.
He looked at Sargeras and said, "I prefer to unite the willing worlds against evil, not destroy them."
Unite them for mining and military expansion, he thought. With the Heart of Origin, he could prevent the Burning Legion from destroying countless worlds.
"Your Pantheon claimed Azeroth was the most powerful star-soul. We, her children, will protect her as long as we can!"
Galen saw Sargeras stop less than ten meters away.
"Now!"
"FOR AZEROTH, go to hell, Sargeras!"
Galen activated Guardian of Ancient Kings, sending the avatar ahead, and Divine Charge, accelerating towards Sargeras!
Galen's charge renewed the battle. Durin, freed from the rubble, Lothar, raising his sword, and the mages, gathering their strength, attacked once more!
Sargeras, facing Galen, smiled strangely. "You know nothing of the power you face!"
Medivh, possessed by Sargeras, changed. A dark power erupted from his body. His skin cracked, revealing green light beneath.
His face contorted, horns sprouted from his forehead, and his hands became beastly claws!
Even the arcane energy turned green!
Sargeras's eyes blazed with fel fire.
"I will slaughter you all!"