utter fear of him.
'I have decided!' he told them. 'I have decided that this place is best with none such as you befouling it!'
He held out the Dragon Soul.
The disk flared-
And a crimson juggernaut suddenly crashed into him.
They had arrived to find a scene of utmost horror-wholesale destruction below and, above, the dragons snared in a trap set by one of their own.
Krasus swore. 'It is too late! Neltharion has committed his betrayal!'
No sooner did he say it than the mage realized the geas the Earth Warder had placed on him no longer existed. Why should it? Neltharion himself had revealed his treachery; there was no point to the spell anymore.
'This is monstrous!' roared Korialstrasz. 'He has Alexstrasza prisoner! How dare he? I will slay him for that-'
'You must calm yourself!' Krasus interjected. 'Neltharion is too powerful now that he has unleashed the Demon Soul!'
' ‘Demon Soul'? Aye, a better name than that which he called it! Truly it is a demonic creation, more befitting the foul creatures of the Burning Legion!'
Krasus had not meant to say the name by which the disk would become known later in time, but it was too late. Perhaps this had even been the way the name had changed. The mage no longer knew what was a part of the original history and what had been altered by his interference. At this point, it hardly seemed to matter anymore. What did matter was that Kalimdor was in danger from a threat that made even the demons seem insignificant by comparison.
'What can we do?' asked Malfurion.
'The Dra-Demon Soul is not invulnerable! Neltharion is the key! He is its creator, and its weakness!'
'Do you mean to destroy it? We could use it to save my people!'
Krasus grew grim. 'Druid, any other path to survival would be better than wielding that abomination! It is a corrupting influence! Surely you can sense that even from here!'
The night elf nodded. Anyone but apparently Neltharion could likely sense the evil within when the disk was in use.
Korialstrasz shook his head. 'I can stand this no longer!'
Without warning, the red dragon descended toward a hilly region behind the defenders' lines and out of sight of the insane black. He dropped down with such swiftness that neither rider could protest.
Only when Korialstrasz had landed and his two riders dismounted did Krasus have the chance to say anything. 'What is it you intend?'
'You know me as well as anyone. You know what I intend.'
Krasus did and vaguely recalled that decision now. Yet, what had once been set in stone no longer was. Korialstrasz had all but died once; a second time might prove permanently fatal.
Yet, even knowing that, he could no longer argue against the dragon's action. The love Korialstrasz had for his queen and mate was one that Krasus also felt.
'Strike low and to the back, then,' he told his other self. 'And do your utmost to break his grip on the disk.'
The behemoth dipped his head in appreciation. 'I take your wisdom to heart.'
With that, Korialstrasz took to the air once more, wings beating rapidly as he sought to quickly gain speed before attacking. The two watched the dragon depart, Krasus particularly keeping his eyes on the red until the latter had flown off.
The moment it became evident to him that the die had been cast, the mage turned, saying, 'Come, Malfurion! We must make with all haste for your people!'
Krasus raced along the landscape, all sense of dignity forgotten. Dignity was for those with both time and patience, commodities not available to him and his companion. All that mattered was reaching Rhonin and the others.
Of course, then the question would be…exactly what could they do?
On and on they ran, but to the mage it seemed that the night elves were as far away as ever. 'This goes much too slow!' Krasus snapped. 'By the time we make it there, it will be too late!'
'I could try to summon something! Perhaps Cenarius will be able to send hippogriffs again!'
'I doubt very much that we shall be so fortunate as previous! Perhaps…perhaps if I can reach Rhonin…'
He paused. Taking a deep breath, Krasus tried to reach out to his former protйgй. But although he sensed the human, there was too much turmoil going on. Krasus doubted that Rhonin even noticed his touch.
'I have failed,' he finally said. 'It seems that we must keep running.'
'Let me try. Surely it can't hurt at this point.'
Krasus eyed the druid. 'Who do you think to contact?'
'My brother, of course.'
The slim spellcaster considered the choice, then said, 'May I suggest another? Tyrande, perhaps?'
'Tyrande?' Malfurion's cheeks darkened.
Trying not to embarrass the night elf more, Krasus added, 'When we sought you in the palace, it was through her that the link became quickly established. I think, with my aid, you can do it again. Besides, she is more likely to have transportation for us.'
Malfurion nodded, accepting the logic. 'Very well.'
Still facing each other, the two seated themselves. Krasus stared into the night elf 's eyes as both concentrated.
'Tyrande…' Malfurion whispered.
Krasus felt him reach out to her. The druid and the priestess touched minds almost instantly, verifying his assumptions. They might not yet realize it themselves, but he could sense the deep feelings between the two as Malfurion again called to her. Tyrande…
Malfurion? She sounded both startled and relieved. Where-
Listen carefully! I can't explain much, he replied, stressing the urgency as best he could. Krasus and I need mounts! Can one of your sisters head toward the southern hills? He envisioned them as best as he could for her and felt her acknowledgment of the location.
I will come myself! the priestess said.
Krasus broke in before Malfurion could protest. She will be able to follow the link directly to us. Another might ride around this area too long and still miss where we are.
The dragon mage sensed her agreement and, finally, Malfurion's submission.
I must find mounts first, but I'll be there quickly! With that, Tyrande receded from the link. She remained bound to Malfurion, but in a manner that would permit her to act on the situation without being distracted by his thoughts.
'Praise the Aspects!' Krasus announced as he severed himself from their connection. Helping Malfurion up, he declared, 'We have a chance now.'
'But how much of one? First the demons and now this! Surely Kalimdor is doomed!'
'Perhaps, perhaps not. We do what we can do.' The mage suddenly looked up to where Korialstrasz had flown. The hills prevented the pair from seeing the upcoming struggle. 'As do others,' Krasus added bleakly. 'As do others…'
Twenty-One
Korialstrasz collided with Neltharion as hard as he could, aiming for the areas least protected by scales. At
