Penulis : Richard A. Knaak
Tahun Terbit : 2005
Format : PDF
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Characters (Source=http://www.wowwiki.com/)
Main characters
Broxigar 
Korialstrasz/Krasus 
Rhonin 
Illidan Stormrage 
Malfurion Stormrage 
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind
Supporting characters
Alexstrasza 
Archimonde 
Queen Azshara 
Cenarius 
Malygos 
Mannoroth 
Meklo 
Neltharion/Deathwing 
Nozdormu 
Sargeras 
Lord Kur'talos Ravencrest - Commander Jarod Shadowsong
High Priestess Maiev Shadowsong - Lord Desdel Stareye
Captain Varo'then - Lady Vashj
Ysera
Minor characters
Note: These characters were only mentioned or had little to no role during the story.
Agamaggan 
Unng Ak 
Aviana - Lord Blackforest
- Lord Del'theon
- Elune
- Shandris Feathermoon
- Gaskal
Huln Highmountain 
Dungard Ironcutter 
Jalia - Jia
- Kalo'thera
- Kalthar
- Kir'altius
Malorne - High Priestess Marinda
Old Gods - Quin'thatano
- Sarath'Najak
- Soridormi
- Dath'Remar Sunstrider
Warchief Thrall 
Tyranastrasz 
Ursoc and Ursol 
Falstad Wildhammer 
Vereesa Windrunner 
Lord Xavius - Yol'Tithian
Locations(Source=http://www.wowwiki.com/)
Cuplikan :
Prologue
A primal fury raged all about him, relentlessly ripping at him from all sides. Fire, water, earth, and air—all tinged with raw, uncontrolled magic—spun around him in madcap fashion. The strain to simply remain in one place threatened to tear him asunder, yet he held. He could do no less.
Past his gaze soared countless scenes, countless objects. An endless, wild panorama of time assailed his senses. There were landscapes, battles, and creatures even he could not name. He heard the voices of every being who had, did, and would exist. Every noise ever caused thundered in his ears. Colors unbelievable blinded his eyes.
And most unsettling, throughout it all, he saw himself, himself in each moment of existence, stretching forth from almost the birth of time to beyond its death. He might have taken heart from that save that every aspect of him was posed in the same contorted manner as he was. Every existence of him struggled to keep not just his world—but all reality—from collapsing into chaos.
Nozdormu shook his head and roared his agony and frustration.
He wore the form of a dragon—a huge, golden-bronze leviathan who seemed as much made of the sands of time as he was scaled flesh. His eyes were gleaming gemstones the color of the sun. His claws were glittering diamonds.
He was the Aspect of Time, one of the five great entities who watched over the world of Azeroth, keeping it in balance and protecting it from danger within and without. Those who had formed the world had created him and his counterparts, and of Nozdormu, they had granted particular powers. He could see the myriad paths of the future and delve into the intricacies of the past. He swam the river of time as others did the air.
Yet, now Nozdormu barely held disaster in check, even though he had the aid of himself countless times over. Where does it lie? the Aspect asked of himself not for the first time. Where is the cause? He had some general
notion, but still not any specifics. When Nozdormu had sensed the unraveling of reality, he had come to this place
to investigate, only to discover that he had barely arrived in time to prevent the destruction of everything. However, once caught up in that task, the Aspect realized that he could do no more on his own.
To that end, the behemoth had turned to one who whose power he dwarfed a thousandfold, but whose ingenuity and dedication had proven him as able as any of the great five. Nozdormu had contacted the red dragon, Korialstrasz, consort of the Aspect of Life, Alexstrasza, in a fragmented vision. He had managed to send the other leviathan—
who wore the guise of the wizard, Krasus—to investigate one of the outward signs of the growing catastrophe and perhaps find a way to reverse the terrible situation.
But the anomaly that Korialstrasz and his human protege, Rhonin, had searched for in the eastern mountains had instead engulfed them. Sensing their sudden nearness, Nozdormu had cast them into the time period from which he suspected the cause. He knew that they survived, but, beyond that, what success they had managed appeared negligible.
And so, while the Aspect hoped for their quest, he still searched as best he could himself. Straining his powers to their limits, the massive dragon continued to follow every manifestation of the chaos. He fought past the swirling visions of orcs on the rampage, kingdoms rising and declining, violent volcanic upheavals, but still could find no clue—
No! There was at last something different…something that seemed to be influencing the madness. Power subtilely radiating from a nexus far, far from him. Nozdormu pursued the faint trace as a shark would its prey, his senses diving through the monstrous maelstrom of time. More than once, he thought he had lost it, but somehow managed to pick up the trail again.
Then, slowly, a vague force coalesced before him. There was a familiar sense to it, one that almost made him reject the truth when at last it was revealed. Nozdormu hesitated, certain that he had to be mistaken. The source could not be this. Such a thing could not be possible!
Before Nozdormu emanated a vision of the Well of Eternity.
The black lake churned with as much turmoil as the rest of the Aspect’s surroundings. Violent flashes of pure magic battled over its dark waters.
And then he heard the whispering voices.
At first Nozdormu took them for the voices of demons, the voices of the Burning Legion, but he was well familiar with such and quickly dismissed that line of reasoning. No, the evil he felt dripping from these whisperers was more ancient, more malevolent…
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