âWe will go, but not yet. I thank you for your message, Magni. And . . . thereâs something I need to show you. All of you.â Briefly he summarized what he knew about the amber material, realizing as he spoke that it was precious little.
âWe donât know much,â he finished, âbut I believe you can tell us more.â
He withdrew the handkerchief and folded it open. The little gem glowed its warm amber and blue hues.
Magniâs eyes filled with diamond tears. âAzerite,â he breathed.
Azerite. They had a name for it at last. âWhat is it?â Moira asked.
âOch,â Magni said softly, sadly, âI told ye she was hurtinâ. Now ye can see it fer yerselves. This . . . is part oâ her. Itâs . . . bah, âtis so hard tae describe in words. Her essence, I suppose will do. More anâ more oâ it is cominâ tae thâ surface.â
âCan she not heal herself?â Mekkatorque wanted to know.
âAye, she can and has,â Magni replied. âYeâve nae forgotten thâ Cataclysm, have ye? But that fel thing that bastard stuck her wiâ. . .â He shook his head, looking like someone who was losing his beloved. Anduin supposed he was.
ââTis a good anâ noble effort sheâs made, but one thatâs destined tae fail. Azeroth canna do it by herselâ. Nae this time. Thatâs why sheâs begginâ fer our help!â
It all made sense. Perfect, devastating sense. Anduin passed the small sample of Azerite to Moira. As all did, she went wide-eyed with wonder at what she was feeling.
âWe hear you,â he said to Magni, looking deep into the diamond eyes. âWe will do all we can. But we also need to make sure that this . . . Azerite . . . isnât used by the Horde.â
The Azerite pebble now rested in Muradinâs hands. He glowered. âEnough oâ this and ye could take down a whole city.â
âEnough oâ this,â Falstad said, âanâ we could shatter thâ Horde.â
âWeâre not at war,â Anduin said. âFor now, our task is twofoldâand itâs clear. We need to heal Azeroth, and we need to keep thisââand he accepted the Azeriteââsafely away from the Horde.â
Anduin is for healing, Falstad and Muradin are for using it to destroy.