As the toxins lurking within Maraudon seeped into my mind, I began to lose my grip on reality. Worried that it would be used for evil, my dryad sisters secretly took the scepter from me, breaking it into two parts and hiding it within the caverns.$B$BSoon they fell victim to the madness as well, and the two parts of the scepter, left unguarded, came to be in the possession of Vyletongue, himself. The satyr entrusted one part to Noxxion, an evil elemental, and the other he still has to this day.