Deep beneath Karazhan, where forgotten ley flows trembled beneath the weight of collapsing realities, they assembled their heretical creation.
And into this impossible lattice, Khadie poured Murozond’s breath-glass.
Visions ignited across its surface:
A Stormwind built in dragonbone and starlight.
A Kalimdor drowned in emerald fire.
A Northrend where the Scourge triumphed.
A Draenor that never shattered.
A world where Elune herself walked among mortals.
Possibilities. Warnings. Echoes.The Mirror awoke.
And the chamber fell silent as reality itself held its breath.
The Mirror’s Purpose
Despite its elegance, the Mirror was never meant to be a passive beacon nor a simple plea for mercy.
It was a weapon, a heist in progress.
Khadie and Murozond did not forge Elyn’dariel merely to warn other Azeroths. Warnings were for worlds that still had the luxury of restraint. Theirs did not.
They intended the Mirror to take them to another world and take the essence that had already been corrupted from theirs.
If another Azeroth still lived, then it possessed the one thing Khadie’s world no longer had: time - in knowledge, in power, in people, in possibility. And if time could not be won, it would be taken.
The Mirror was built to scour the Timeways for advantage: to pull knowledge from other futures, to siphon energy from unbroken ley-lines, to harvest relics that never existed in their own thread, and, eventually, to tear open a corridor wide enough for their champions - or perhaps armies - to pass through.
It was salvation through predation.
They had killed for this end. Deceived for it. Bartered with monsters, imprisoned allies, sacrificed allies, burned bridges, and razed opportunities that might have saved lesser worlds if it meant giving their own a heartbeat longer.
Khadie, Guardian by necessity, and Murozond, Aspect of inevitability, had arrived at the same grim truth:
If no one would save their Azeroth, then they would wrench salvation from another.
Yet for all its brutal promise, the Mirror bore a single, catastrophic flaw:
It rejected life. Absolutely.
To touch its surface with flesh was to be annihilated - not killed, but unwoven,strand by strand, from one’s own history. Thousands of possibilities, stripped from their rightful place, simply ceased to have ever been.This failure tormented Khadie and Murozond alike. They had built the bridge but could not walk it.They could steal knowledge, power, artifacts - but not living bodies, not armies, not hope made flesh.
And time - both the literal and the metaphorical - bled out around them.
Still the Mirror stood. Still it reached into other skies. Still it devoured reflections of worlds that might have been their salvation. And still it waited, hungry, unfinished, predatory - for a moment, or a miracle, that never came.
Nari’s Enduring Goal - The Impossible Return
Though her world perished and her body died, the Guardian’s will persisted - bound to the Sanguinaris by the only loophole the Mirror allowed: objects may pass where living flesh may not. Now Nari seeks the one miracle no dragon, titan, or arcanist ever achieved:
To find a path in the Timeways that intersects with her fallen Azeroth and return - not to flee, but to save what remains.
Not all world-souls die cleanly. Some linger. Some dream.
In her quietest moments, Nari can still feel hers - a distant pulse, a fading heartbeat, the last breath of a cosmos begging not to be forgotten. Her purpose is no longer merely survival. It is a reclamation. Salvation. A promise unfulfilled.
She intends to go back. To finish the war she lost. To confront the darkness that murdered her world-soul and sever its teeth from the root.
If she succeeds, she may become the only Guardian in history to save a world after its ending.
