Long ago, in a far corner of Azeroth, there was a powerful lord who sought to create a weapon unlike any other. He sought out a demon in the dark depths of the Twisting Nether and made a pact with it.
The weapon that emerged from the pact was a mighty axe, forged from dark steel and imbued with the essence of the demon’s power. It was said that with every kill, the axe would hum with an eerie energy, and the soul of the slain would be absorbed into the blade, strengthening its power. As the axe grew in strength, it also began to change in appearance. The dark steel began to melt from the inside out, as if consumed by a hidden fire.
But the lord’s power was not to last forever. As the axe grew in strength, it also became harder to control. One day, in a fierce battle with his enemies, the lord lost control of the axe, and it turned on him. The weapon’s hunger was insatiable, and it began to absorb the lord’s own soul into its dark essence. In the end, the lord was consumed by his own creation.
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