Sylvanas walked around the... old God ally that was seemingly dead. In this time-twisted world, most everything was dead, and Sylvanas could tell that she was dead. Well, more dead than usual. Suddenly, Bronze lightning raced up and down the creature's tentacles, bringing it back to life! One tentacle grabbed her and pulled her into its maw.

She easily survived the fall, quickly noticing her surroundings. Immediately she saw another, much smaller Old God~esque being. Somehow she knew that this was Warlord Zon'ozz. "You will pay for what you have done, heathen!" she shouted. The creature shrieked in some unintelligible language, prompting her to fire off arrows at it. They bounced off the creature's tough skin, barely phasing it.

Furious, Zon'ozz conjured a void of unmaking, firing it at Sylvanas. Ignoring the seemingly minor threat. Sylvanas lunged around it. But the void was not to be trifled with, and bent around, hitting her squarely in the back. "Bastard!" she yelled.

Zon'ozz was not done with her yet, however, and fired another one at her, also cursing her with dark magics. Sylvanas immediately knew about the curse, familiar with what one feels like, and thought how to retaliate. All during this, she fired a steady stream of arrows at Zon'ozz.

But the Warlord knew that his foe was adept at archery, and craftily altered the void when he had conjured it. When it got close to Sylvanas, it sucked her bow out of her hands, disarming her. "You believe I can not hold my own in the fray? You have made a foolish mistake." she whispered to herself.

Curse still upon her, it was taking its toll on her, slowing her and eating at her life. She conjured a banshee servant out of the twisting agonized souls that drifted in this black world, and just as it came into existence, she twisted it. By using a clever trick she devised, Sylvanas transferred her curse onto the banshee, who quickly succumbed.

Sylvanas leapt to Zon'ozz, drawing her swords in the air. Landing on a spike on his carapace, also impaling him on her weapons. She could feel her life depleting... Slowly dying. She focused all her will, and ripped her spirit from her body. Summoning ghoul minions, she finished the beast off in a dark ritual.

Gathering her strength back, Sylvanas repossessed her body, damaged as it was, healing it with dark magic.

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