Fhaliona

Fall to Madness, pt 1

“Look! Even your precious Light is not immune to corruption. The Black Empire will rise again, and all of Azeroth will bend the knee to Madness!”

The searing pain left Fhaliona's mind as the world began to reappear through the veil of darkness that had overtaken her vision. She shook her head with a growl, flinging sweat from her brow. N'Zoth's visions had become more vivid and frequent ever since the eyeball attached to her forehead had opened. She'd been able to keep all but the worst visions at bay with her innate holy power until then, but now was a different story. The battle against the forces of insanity and chaos invading the world had taken it's toll. Void energy pulsed through her golden tattoos, and she now covered the symbols she so proudly displayed before. Even the glowing crest – lingering essence of the Naaru - that floated before her face was gone. Fhal could not remember when or where she'd acquired the demonic eye, only that she'd blacked out when she tried to remove it, and the efforts of others to rid her of the presence had resulted in screaming convulsions. She'd been able to hide it behind a headband while closed, but upon opening the thing refused to be covered. It was only a matter of time before N'Zoth's influence would overtake her resistance.