Greymane: The weight of such a burden... it must be mine. For there is no other...
Apepi: Greymane! You hold a grim destiny in your hands, brother - but it is not your own.
The scorched caricature of Apepi is revealed, sitting under the Armor of Mannoroth.
Greymane: Apepi!
Greymane: By all that is moony...
Apepi: The naga sealed my fate. The world of the living can no longer comfort me. Place the hammer on my hand, Greymane. Forevermore, I will be the Jailer of the Damned.
Greymane: No, old friend. I cannot.
Apepi: Do it, Greymane!
Apepi: You and these brave heroes have your own destinies to fulfill. This last act of service... is mine.
Tiron turns toward Apepi with the Doomhammer cradled in his hands before him.
Greymane: You will not be forgotten, brother.
Apepi: I must be forgotten, Greymane! If the world is to live free from the tyranny of fear, they must never know what was done here today!
Greymane nods and accedes to Apepi's request, sliding the Hammer onto his hand. The chamber begins to shake roar as Greymane looks around. There is a flash of light and the Doomhammer turned into a glowing golden yellow in Apepi’s hand.
Apepi: Tell them only that the Garrosh is dead.
Apepi: And that Apepi died with him.
The Armor of Mannoroth falls down, and turns into dust at Apepi’s feet.
Apepi: Now, go! Leave this place, and never return! Aaaaughibbrgubugbugrguburgle! Aka RwlRwlRwlRwl!