Learning from the technologically forsaken priest that this land was called ‘Lordran’, Abathur finished such business and began to scour the landscape. Mindless creatures attempted to assault him, but even the least of the Swarm would put up more than enough of a fight to deal with these ‘hollows’. The term was fitting for wastes of mass like these. They plagued this land, and Abathur was quick to puppeteer their bodies with parasites, creating disposable bodyguards to assist on his travels. As pulsing tentacles and cancerous growths further marred their bodies, blades of bone and keratin extending as naturally-modified weapons.
This wandering and the chaos wrought from it would certainly beg for the attention of other interesting entities, most certainly.
After all, Abathur had never been known for subtlety.