The last traces of glimmer drifted quietly through the void before fading into nothingness.
Azeroth was gone.
No explosion followed his disappearance, no final roar, or collapse of power. The many fractures spreading across the void slowly steadied, and the ruined space, battered by forces far beyond its limits, gradually fell into silence once more.
Spark stood where Azeroth had vanished, his gaze resting upon the place where the boundary of the world had once split open.
The cracks had mostly sealed now, leaving behind only faint scars across the white void, yet his expression carried none of the ease he had shown earlier.
"It is too soon…" he muttered softly.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"I need more time."
The playful tone from before had completely disappeared. For the first time since arriving here, there was a faint trace of weariness in his voice, subtle enough that most would never notice it.
