In the distance, the scattered fragments of pale light completed their return. One by one, they merged seamlessly, restoring what had been broken without flaw or delay.
Within moments, Spark stood whole again, his form calm and unshaken, as though the overwhelming destruction from before had never touched him.
His gaze shifted.
It settled directly on Azeroth, the source of the attack.
There was no anger in that gaze, no visible intent, yet something within it carried a quiet finality.
Slowly, Spark raised his arm, his movement steady and unhurried. The same pale radiance began to gather once more in his palm, faint at first, then deepening into a soft glow that illuminated the surrounding void.
It did not surge violently. It did not roar with power.
And yet, it carried a danger far beyond anything Azeroth had ever faced.
Azeroth's mind emptied.
