Chasing Starlight with a Star Soul: Legend of the Spellbreaker

My arrows are made to slay mages.

One arrow pierced the Lich King’s Frozen Throne; another snuffed out the fel flames of the Burning Legion.

They call me the “Light Chaser,” Azeroth’s one and only Spellbreaker archer.

But at first, I was just a transmigrator struggling to survive in the Plaguelands.

That all changed when I rescued an elf.

She said my soul was a [World Soul] coveted even by the Titans.

“Come with me. I’ll teach you how to use a bow and arrow... to slay gods.”

She whispered in my ear, her fingertips kindling a glow of arcane magic.

From then on, I set out on a path no one had ever walked before:

A bow for a staff, an arrow for a spell.

Arrows of Order tear through barriers, arrows of Purification pierce the undead, and Spellbreaking arrows turn the tide of battle.

I fought from the Ghostlands to Icecrown Citadel, from the depths of Ahn'Qiraj to Antorus, the Burning Throne.

The elven queen regarded me as her one true confidant, while the Old Gods knelt and became my shadow blades.

And atop the ruins, I built a Star Empire spanning countless realms.

They asked where my power came from.

I drew my longbow and aimed my arrow at the gods filling the sky:

“Magic... is just energy whose formula hasn’t been finished yet.”