Ras looked at Order and shook his head, his curse turning his eyes dark. “I hope you turn that weapon on yourself next. Azeroth has no need of your kind.”<span style="color: #336600">“The’kal will be fine, but she won’t have any memory of this world or her life here.” </span>Trinity was tending to a small wound and encased The’kal in chaotic energy.<span style="color: #336600">“There there, this is your home and it was stolen from you… but you stole so many others from their homes. Don’t struggle, close your eyes. Shh…”</span>The’kal vanished and Trinity looked at Order.<span style="color: #336600">“If you have the strength to be trying to kill your ex-wife you have the strength to introduce me to Delithia and your harpies. Or knock some sense into Elerona.” </span>She smiled a little and looked at Ophidian.<span style="color: #336600"> “I’m pretty sure I’ve found your timeline, but I haven’t found ‘when’ you came from. Seer Clan Eternals can be such fragile and fickle people.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>