Thrall stands over the great rift within the Maelstrom, channeling his energy into sealing it, when Aggra approaches.
Aggra: You've been at this for days, Go'el.
Thrall: The elements remain silent, Aggra. How can I help them if they won't speak to me?
Aggra: You must rest. Everyone has their limits.
Thrall: Look around you. This world is dying! I can't have limits.
Aggra: When will you see... that you cannot carry this burden alone?
Aggra turns and walks away. Thrall is seen shortly after seated on the rock, communing with the elements.
Thrall: Great spirits, please, speak to me! Show me what I must do.
The rift within the Maelstrom glows incredibly bright red, and a pillar of fire bursts from it. As Thrall stares in astonishment, Ragnaros rips through the rift!
Ragnaros: YOU CALLED, LITTLE SHAMAN... AND THE FIRELORD HAS ANSWERED!
Ragnaros: YOU AND YOUR KIND THOUGHT THAT THE FIRES OF DOOM HAD BEEN QUENCHED...
Ragnaros raises Thrall into the air with a pillar of fire.
Ragnaros: BUT I WILL SHOW YOU THE TRUTH!
As Thrall hovers into the air, images of the Firelands flash through Thrall's mind. The images then change to a view of the forests of Mount Hyjal, surrounding the World Tree Nordrassil.
Ragnaros: THIS WORLD AND ALL THAT YOU HOLD DEAR EXIST ONLY TO BURN!
Suddenly, Nordrassil is set ablaze, and a great wave of fire envelops Mount Hyjal and beyond, heading for the city of Orgrimmar as Thrall watches from nearby.
Ragnaros: THE END COMES, SON OF DUROTAN... THE FINAL HOUR OF TWILIGHT.
The gates of Orgrimmar explode and crumble, as the wave of fire continues.
Ragnaros: AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP IT!
Ragnaros laughs maniacally as the fire wave approaches Thrall.
Thrall: NOOO!!!!!
Back in the Maelstrom, Thrall falls to his hands and knees, overcome by the vision.
Aggra: Go'el! I heard you call out... what's happened?
Thrall: Fire, Aggra... it's coming for us. Unstoppable, unending rage...
Aggra helps Thrall to his feet.
Aggra: Take heart, Go'el. The end is not upon us yet.
Thrall smiles and touches Aggra's cheek, then holds her to him.
Thrall: Whatever comes, I know we will face it... together.
Aggra: You've been at this for days, Go'el.
Thrall: The elements remain silent, Aggra. How can I help them if they won't speak to me?
Ragnaros: YOU CALLED, LITTLE SHAMAN... AND THE FIRELORD HAS ANSWERED!
