TIme has passed since you last visited Illyotha. Yet not much seems to have changed in this subterranean world. N'Lok is absent and from his section of the city, great plumes of smoke writhe their way into the skies. Great industrial chimneys now dot his horizon and every one of these factories seem to be working at full capacity.

The air above his district is greyed with smoke and grime while in the centre, clambering up the side of his tower, the thick black sludge that gave Nyphadora her now altered appearance clung to the masonry like moss on a tree. It glistened in the soft light of the swirling magma that continued to surround the city like a moat.

The churning light illuminated the rest of the city too, but the other districts showed no signs of recovery. C'Saarg's lay completely in ruin. Buildings decimated and smashed into nothing more than dust and ash. All except for a single building sitting at the heart of his city. A wide, squat dome. The entire district seemed bleak and barren, with only immaculate, ivory white building standing within the centre indicating any sort of functionality.

Y'Thon's lands seemed to be more of a middle ground. Buildings still stood, mainly in disrepair. Streets seemed to spiral in towards the centre of the district, as if the entire purpose of the city was built around one central building. However, the towering complexes sitting towards the edge of her district did well to block your sight of the district's true purpose. Yet there were soft echoes of clashing steel coming from beyond those walls.

As you landed on the central pillar, the connecter between the three districts, between the three demons, the air shifted around you. Black mist began to pour out of open wounds in reality itself. It pooled in like a thick fog before condensing down into a pitch black dome of darkness. There was the sensation that the world was being torn before the blackness dissipated, revealing its cargo.

The visages of the remaining demon lords stared down at you, with more than a little distaste. "We give you leave and you repay us by taking this long to return... N'Lok has had years to rebuild while we remain... unable to act." The female's face formed into a scowl but it faded as she sighed, a sigh which seemed to placate her brother just as much as her.

"You are to aid C'Saarg next, we have not much time anymore. Illyotha has always been kept in check by balance. A balance that hasn't been disrupted since we put an end to Yagg's little revolution and began out little trifecta of power..." For a moment Y'Thon seems to fall silent, shifting her gaze to Tragedy.

"You must act fast, or I fear that N'Lok will put an end to the balance.. And that would mean ruin. First to us in Illyotha and then to your own lands above..." The two demons stared out over to N'Lok's district. Their faces showing emotions that seemed foreign on beings of such power. Panic and fear.