Zwingli had lived outside of Darnasus for quite some time. After the rise and defeat of the Lich King, he was ready to put up his rifle, and let Fade grow fat and lazy.
But, then it happened. They showed back up. The Highborn were back, and bringing news of coming desecration.
He picked up his rifle, dusting it off. He whistled into the night, then turning around to finish packing his meager belongings.
He heard, more than saw Fade approach. Still, he smiled as Fade seem to materialize out of thin air. He was a ghost saber, not quite spirit and not quite corporeal. Zwingli found the spirit enslaved by a Naga mystic. After dispatching the mystic, the spirit never left his side; becoming a constant companion. A quite formidable companion at that!
Then it happens…
It starts with a great rumbling…
The whole tree is shaking, all of Darnasus is writhing in the great bowles.
A ravaging earthquake hits, knocking everyone to their knees.
The Cataclysm has come.