Hooooly Shiiieeeeeee-eeeet

All at once everyone acts, the Draenei mages all casting or channelling spells as the few Draenei warriors step forwards to intercept the demons that'd abruptly charged past Archimonde.

Archimonde himself had incinerated one warrior but was intercepted before he could do anymore, Darth had appeared from a nearby shadow and lunged at him with Derflinger, skimming the side of Archimonde's leg as the betrayer instinctively stepped to the side.

"Creature, this is your first and last mistake." he growls before turning his glowing hands in Darth's direction.

"Not likely you squid-faced runt!" Derflinger exclaims as Darth brings the sentient sword up to block the foul green spell that's launched at them.

Green fire explodes against Derflinger's blade, causing the blade to yelp in pain as he tries to absorb the magic in the corrupt spell. The metal composing him blackens slightly as if scorched wood, but eventually he manages to completely drain the magic.

Surprised by this, Archimonde isn't able to avoid Darth's next attack, which stabs straight through the betrayer's hand as he attempts to block it. "Grrrhk! Damned wretches! BURN!" he exclaims, green fire building on his skin a thin film before exploding outwards.

Again, Derflinger absorbs the spell, but his shouts of pain make it apparent just how harmful it is to him. The metal composing him was glowing a bright red from the head, and parts of his blade had chipped off, making him look ragged and battle-worn.

Irarus brings his hammer down on an imp before turning towards the now beserk Khaam, the former Draenei's fingernails had morphed to claws as he sprints between warriors, biting, scratching, and slashing like a rabid beast.

Irarus had hoped to bring him back to his senses but quickly threw such thoughts away as he sees his former friend tear out the throat of a warrior with his teeth. "KHAAM! FACE ME, COWARD!" he roars, furious at the traitorous swine before him.

The red-skinned Draenei turns to Irarus with a bloody mouth and grins as he abruptly charges him. A shriek-like roar erupts from the creature's mouth as it attacks.

*Shink!*

Irarus blocks the claws and is taken momentarily off guard as sparks fly, Khaam's nails having somehow become as hard as steel. Regardless, Irarus had no more mercy to give as he shouts, "TASTE JUSTICE! SMITE!" he roars, his hammer glowing a blight gold as its gem-like head crashes down on Khaam's shoulder.

*KASH!*

Khaam's body explodes downwards into the floor as the hammer hits him, the light-based spell reacting especially well against his fel-enhanced body. The traitor isn't even able to give one last cry as his body disintegrates as it splatters against the floor in a gooey heap.

Irarus wasn't quite down yet however as he brings his hammer back up, again screaming out "SMITE!".

*SPLAASH!*

The bloody heap explodes outwards like a water balloon placed in a hydrolic press. Inadvertently covering some nearby Draenei warriors and demons in Khaam's now green blood.

"FOR VICTORY! FOR ARGUS! FOR THE EREDAR!" Irarus roars as he moves on to his next opponent. A gold light shone out from Irarus' war hammer and over the Draenei forces, enhancing them.

Archimonde scowls as he sends yet another spell at the shadow creature wielding a sword, each subsequent cast causing the blade to deteriorate more and more. He knew it was only a matter of time before it was destroyed.

He fires another spell at it while backing up, catching the sword of a Draenei warrior and breaking it before grabbing their head, absorbing their life force and turning them into a shrivelled husk, allowing his injured hand to heal.

*SCHOOOOM!*

A wave of ice blows over him, stabbing many sharp icicles into his flesh and allowing a layer of ice to creep up his legs, locking his legs in place. He looks over and grits his fanged teeth as he spots Ennura preparing another spell. "You risk much atagonising your better!" he spits, throwing his hand out to drain her soul, only for the blast creature and its sword to intercept it.

While Derflinger continues screaming in agony, Darth disappears and rappers from a shadow in Archimonde's robes, attempting to run his through... Only for the betrayer to grab Derflinger... "CEASE AND PERISH!" he roars with eerie glowing green eyes.

Then... Derflinger's blade snaps, the sentient sword exploding not long afterwards.

*BOOOM!*

Darth's shadowy body fades away under the magical blue light let out by the explosion, not doing any permanent harm but forcing him into the shadows to recuperate. Archimonde isn't so lucky however.

"GRRRAAAGHK!" the traitor roars as he look down at his missing hand that'd been completely removed at the wrist, metal shards of the now destroyed Derflinger protruding from the mangled flesh like a tortured porcupine.

"TAKE THIS" Irarus shouts as he takes advantage of the betrayer's inattention, slamming his war hammer towards his neck... Only for the demon to bend backwards, causing the weapon to strike his chest instead.

*CRAACK!*

Archimonde is sent sprawling as he slides along the sleek Library floor tiles, his chest indented, one of his lungs having collapsed by the powerful attack. He coughs up blood but quickly crawls to his knees, grabbing a nearby imp and draining it of all its lifeforce. But quickly retreating afterwards, not willing to risk taking another attack like that.

"The portal's open-" Ennura shouts as she continues casting area of effect spells on the hole in the wall where the demons were entering from, temporarily stopping hte reinforcements. Her words are interupted however as the whole building begins rumbling.

"YOU HAVE FAILED ME ARCHIMONDE, FOR THAT YOU WILL BE PUNISHED!" an incredibly loud voice announces. Causing literally every demon to look up at the sky as their god appears, the planetary-sized Sargeras towering above the planet of Argus with a furious expression.

The top half of the Great Library is abruptly removed, allowing Michael and all the Draenei survivors to see the demon god towering above them, his hand extending towards them as if to crush them all.

Michael steps back from the Dimension Gate, "EVERYONE RUN! FUCK TRYING TO FIGHT THAT THING!" he shouts, feeling like an insignificant ant as the god looks upon him.

"PERISH!" Sargeras growls as he brings his fist down, the attack looking far slower than it actually is, simply due to how large and far away Sargeras is... As it approaches the planet's atmosphere the fist glows a bright red from the air resistance, not impeding it in the slightest.

"RUN YOU DAFT CUNTS! GLOBAL SILENCE!" Michael shouts in a panic, not willing to give his life for the few injured Draenei warriors who were slow to retreat. He throws himself through the portal, landing in a heap at the scorched entrance to the College of Winterhold.

Unbeknownst to him, Sargeras had easily shrugged off his Global Silence as if it were a cobweb restricting his movement...