Chapter 44 – Breaking the Nighthold
A/N: Wow it has been a while. Like I have said before, the story will be finished eventually. But real life has been busy and I have not had time to visit Azeroth until now. Hope you enjoy the new chapter and let me know what you think :)
When Jaina woke up that morning the air in Suramar had gone cold, almost icy. No birds sang, no beasts were roaring and no wind rattled the branches in the trees. Nature offered complete silence and it felt unsettling. As she laid in her tent, she dragged the fur pelt over her and exhaled frost breath, watching it form into little crystal particles. She liked the cold. It brought out the frost magic in her, making her feel at one with it. Usually, her frost magic was controlled by emotions, but in these conditions, she was able to channel them on command.
She was cold though. Stroking her own lips gently while closing her eyes brought her right back to last night. As she closed her eyes, she felt Sylvanas' soft high elf lips against her's, her tongue slipping gently into her mouth. Heat rushed through her body.
"Jaina!" Tyrande opened the tent and called her.
Jaina jumped up and inhaled sharply, startled and hoping Tyrande had not been standing there long. She felt her cheeks flush and her heart beat hard in the top of her throat.
"Oh good you're awake, we are gathering already. Please come, you and Khadgar have to lead the mages". Tyrande let the tent opening fall and she left.
Jaina exhaled and pulled the bed covers to her. What had last night been? She knew she should stay away from Sylvanas. Nothing good could come of it. She was bad… But… She loved her more with every breath she took. Had it just been a moment? If it was, then why did it feel like Sylvanas was the only thing that mattered?
"Jaina, now!" Tyrande nagged her from outside.
"Coming!" Jaina shouted back with a lump of tears in the back of her throat.
Outside, all forces were already gathered. As Jaina stepped out of her tent, her eyes wondered and glanced carefully over at Sylvanas and her dark rangers, just quickly enough to go unnoticed.
The Warchief of the Horde, Lady Sylvanas Windrunner had chosen a faction proud attire for the occasion. Pulled over her head, she wore a red silk hooded cloak with black rose patterned embroidery around the boarders. She had a golden ribbon wrapped neatly around her neck and wore a tight black jump suit with a belt decorated with animal bones around her waist. At least Jaina hoped it was just animal bones. Her Sunstrider bow had received a fine enchantment, making it glow with dark red poison. As Sylvanas inhaled and raised her sight, awaiting her orders, she looked fierce and immortal.
Jaina almost forgot to breathe as her eyes rested on the high elf ranger and for a brief moment, she forgot Sylvanas was alive. She looked undead. But her beautiful, glowing high elf blue eyes gave her away.
"Jaina?" Tyrande looked at her.
"Uhm yes?" Jaina said, startled.
"Can you?"
"Can I what?" Jaina asked a little embarrassed. She knew she had been watching Sylvanas without any awareness for what had been said.
Tyrande sighed. "Pay attention! Can you guide the mages at the back of the raid group please? We want Lady Liadrin and the paladins at the front together with the warriors, then the mages and the rangers at the very back".
Jaina swallowed. This meant she would get to be close to Sylvanas.
"Yes" she answered adamant.
"Lady Whisperwind?" Sylvanas took a step forward.
"I have a request". Sylvanas said and she turned Jaina's way.
"If I may ask, could we please keep the mages at the very back rows behind the rangers?"
Jaina raised an eyebrow, but she dare not look her lover's way.
"Yes, the mages will serve at the back". Tyrande said and Sylvanas nodded with gratitude.
She doesn't want me to get hurt… Jaina thought swiftly.
"We are ready. The time has come!" First Arcanist Thalyssra stepped up on a tree stump with her skinny, dark grey Nightborne legs. She kept her hood up, but Jaina could see her pearly glowing eyes underneath it.
"Today, we end this atrocity and eradicate Gul'dan and his Legion from our lands. Suramar shall be FREEEEEE!" Thalyssra raised her staff in the air and it sparked with arcane magic.
The Nightborne cheered louder than Jaina had heard any crowd cheer before them. This was their ancient home, and they were taking it back. Jaina smiled and clapped her hands.
In the corner of her eye, Jaina could see a night elf guard running up to Tyrande, whispering something in her ear and Tyrande's eyes widened, her face turning pale.
With the crowd's attention still on Thalyssra, Jaina turned and went to see her friend as she saw the guard had left her side.
"Tyrande, are you okay?" She put her hand on the night elf's shoulder.
Tyrande swallowed hard. "No… No, I am not okay".
"What is it? Tell me". Jaina was getting worried. The priestess of Elune was rarely anything other than calm.
"It is… Illidan". She managed to get out.
"What about Illidan, Tyrande? He has been dead for years. Everything is okay. You and Malfurion are safe".
"No… Gul'dan, he…" Tyrande took a deep breath. "Gul'dan has his corpse. Static in a capsule".
Jaina's stomach turned, and her insides went cold. Illidan Stormrage. She remembered his fall at the Black Temple a little too well.
"But just because he has his corpse does not mean anything". Jaina tried to comfort her.
Tyrande met her eyes in worry.
"If Gul'dan has his corpse, it is not without purpose Jaina. His fel magic is immense. We cannot even begin to understand what his plans are".
Jaina bit her lip and a sour taste filled her mouth. Tyrande was right. Gul'dan was just pure evil. How does anyone understand such things?
A sting in her chest.
Sylvanas. Sylvanas might understand. It slightly hurt Jaina that she drew the link between pure evil and Sylvanas.
She is not Gul'dan, she whispered quietly to herself.
"Jaina?" Tyrande looked at her.
"Sylvanas may understand his plans, can I tell her? We need to understand this before we go in there. And you need to tell Malfurion. Go now!"
Tyrande looked uncertain, but nodded.
Sylvanas felt someone gently pull her arm. She turned around and met the eyes of beauty herself. Although, the young mage looked terrified. Something was wrong.
"Jaina, what is it? Are you hurt?"
Sylvanas grabbed her.
"No, No... Not yet". Jaina looked around her, making sure nobody was following her actions.
"Illidan…" Jaina managed to say, so quietly, with almost no volume to her voice.
"Jaina you better tell me right now what you…"
"Is everything okay here?" Khadgar showed up.
Jaina sharply inhaled, biting her looking up. Of course Khadgar had to show up.
"Khadgar, could you please give me moment alone with Lady Windrunner?"
Khadgar raised an eyebrow and looked suspicious.
"I will not!" He replied.
"Fine, you might as well hear this. Illidan Stormrage. Gul'dan has his corpse in a capsule inside the Nighthold and we have no idea what his plans are!"
Khadgar's eyes widened and his nostrils flared.
"Are you telling me… That Gul'dan is possession of…"
"YES!" Jaina exclaimed before he finished his sentence.
"Oh Jaina this is bad. Very bad". Khadgar instantly sat down on the ground and buried his head in his hands.
"Archmage". Sylvanas grabbed Khadgar and pulled him back up to his feet with a single pull.
"We can use this to our advantage". Sylvanas smirked.
"Sylvanas, this is really not the time to be overconfident" replied Jaina.
Sylvanas shook her head and chuckled.
"Ohhh good old Gul'dan is full of surprises. Shame to say I expected something cleverer of him". Sylvanas looked up and smiled.
Khadgar and Jaina looked at each other in confusion.
"It's not like Illidan Stormrage is going to miraculously become alive again if the capsule he was placed in breaks. It will merely be a corpse of his existence. Now, who is with me, breaking the Nighthold!"
War cheers and chants broke out among the horde soldiers.
Jaina glanced at Sylvanas in worry. She knew the look in her eyes. It was the same look she had before the Emerald Nightmare. The reckless look that lusted for battle. That same look that costed her her life. How could she know for sure… She couldn't. That's what scared Jaina the most.
Sylvanas' eyes returned to Khadgar and Jaina.
"Now if you will excuse me, I have a battle to win".
Before she moved, Jaina reached for Sylvanas' arm and tightened her grip around her wrist.
Sylvanas tensed her eyebrows and met Jaina's eyes.
Jaina bit her lip as Sylvanas waited for her to speak. But Jaina did not. Just held on to her.
Before she released her grip.
And Sylvanas walked away.
But Sylvanas knew what it meant. Don't you dare die… Dalah' surfal.
The forces gathered and the trained Nightborne soldiers guided the party down to the entrance of the Nighthold. Everyone knew their role, everyone knew the risks.
Through the entrance they went, and Jaina noticed how the ancient fort almost felt tainted with fel as they moved further down dark corridors.
"The Nightborne soldiers cleaned out some of the larger beasts and minions last night so we could get a move on quicker" Tyrande said as they entered a room with big, dead scorpion laying slayed in a corner.
"Minions?" Jaina asked as they moved further into the Nighthold. It was truly a beautiful fortress. Such as sad utilisation of an extraordinary building.
"Gul'dan had many powerful Nightborne working for him. Unfortunately, I guess they were not even Nightborne anymore. They had evolved into ugly, fel addicted creatures".
Jaina glanced in despair at the corpses in each room they entered. Missing her best friend, she wished Vereesa was here. She did not even know where she was. It was silly to wish for her to be here though, Jaina knew that. Hopefully she was somewhere a lot safer.
"We have to climb the spire. I don't expect we will find Gul'dan anywhere in the lower levels of this place". Khadgar suggested.
Jaina nodded in his direction while trying to see where Sylvanas was. Her eyes found her next to Dark Ranger Velonara who stroked her Queen's arm while nodding.
Jaina frowned. She knew Velonara had always done everything for her Banshee Queen, she guessed now she knew why. For a split second, she wondered if Sylvanas had ever…
"Jaina". Tyrande nudged her and it made Jaina jump.
"You okay?" Tyrande squeezed her hand.
Jaina watched as Sylvanas pushed a small note into Velonara's hand and saw the Dark Ranger nod as she received it.
"Mhm…" Jaina murmured.
"Do you ever worry that Malfurion keeps secrets form you?"
Tyrande raised an eyebrow. "What an awfully awkward time to ask such a question my friend…"
"Just answer please. I need to know whether it is normal to constantly worry about being deceived".
Tyrande let out a sigh. "Of course I worry. But I don't worry that he is keeping things from me because he does not want me to know. I worry he is keeping them from me to protect me. That way, I cannot protect him in return".
Jaina swallowed. "That's just worse" she said and cleared her throat. "Sylvanas is keeping something from me. I know it".
"Dear Jaina. Now that you are not an item, you need to let her go. She's not yours to protect anymore. You let her go remember".
She remembered too well. The tears built up.
"I didn't let her go because I wanted to. I let her go because we are no good for each other. I did it to protect myself. To protect her".
"Then you gotta trust that she is doing the same this time". Tyrande put her arm around her friend and kissed her head.
After some minutes Khadgar whistled loudly. "I know the way" Thalyssra shouted and started to guide the raid group in the right direction. As they started to move up the spire, a tremble went through the fortress with great force. They all knew they had trespassed.
"Hurry, it looks like the staircase might crumble!" Khadgar indicated as he waved for everyone to turn right.
"This way!" Behind a see-through purple lace curtain, the way lead onto a platform and they all entered a room with a blinding light. Thalyssra gasped and her big Nightborne eyes filled with tears.
"Elisande…"
Above a fenced of circle in the middle of the room elevated a sparkly female character. Ley crystals floated around her and the light shining from her was intense.
"Ah… Thalyssra. So you came".
The light exploded and an elf shaped woman floated down from above the middle of the room.
"Elisande… Please… I don't understand why. Why would you do this?"
Grand Magistrix Elisande turned around and revealed her true form. She was beautiful, Jaina thought.
"Oh Thalyssra dear. You were never going to understand. Yet, we both want to save our people and the Nightwell. It is sad really, that you are so blind child".
Thalyssra wiped her face with her arm. "This is not the way! Elisande, please".
"FOOL! Elisanda threw a spell at Thalyssra, knocking the First Arcanist back making her lose balance. She fell to the floor as Jaina gasped.
"I did not understand what our Queen Azshara did back then. I thought she was outrages! Then I was faced with the same choice and suddenly I understood. Don't you see Thalyssra, the Nightborne can be great with the Legion, or we can perish like pesticides. Why don't you join me in saving our people and regain the Nightwell".
Thalyssra stumbled to her feet and snarled "Oh we will regain control of the Nightwell and our people will be safe. But not this way. The Legion will FALL!"
The raid group headed Thalyssra's call and stormed towards Elisande.
Elisande growled and quickly summoned two elementals as she lifted herself off the ground, shifting into an orb of ley energy.
The corner of Jaina's mouth slightly twisted into a smile. Elementals. This was her fight.
"She has stored her energy in these two elementals. Kill them and she won't withstand the pain. Her shape as ley energy will dissolve and she will appear".
The raiders nodded and split to fight the two elementals. Jaina quickly assessed that one was loaded with arcane energy and the other frost. She drew herself towards the frost elemental and shivered. It made the room freezing cold. That was a concern, she thought quickly. Just because she could get cold to the bone without harm certainly did not mean the others could.
"Jaina, the frost elemental, the living can't!" Sylvanas stuttered as she slowly managed to raise her bow and launch an arrow towards it.
Jaina looked around her and everyone else had slowed down significantly, their movement reduced. She heard people clapper their teeth around her and some of the elves were turning blue. This was not working. Sylvanas's breath had slowed down and she kneeled.
"Hold on!" Jaina shouted. "Let the undead archers and myself deal with the frost elemental, the rest turn for the arcane!" Sylvanas lifted her drowsy head and nodded.
As the raid group shifted, and after a couple of minutes, the attack speed was up, the undead archers unaffected by the frost magic. Jaina saw that the elemental was weakened and she channelled the killing blow.
"Sylvanas how are you doing over there?" Jaina yelled.
"Final blow, are you ready?" she replied.
Jaina was so ready. Finally a textbook fight.
"On the count of 3. 1, 2, 3!"
Sylvanas launched an arrow filled with black poison towards the arcane elemental and Jaina had channelled a rare fire spell that she cast towards the frost elemental.
Simultaneously, a screech filled the room as both the elementals vanished into dust. The ley orb exploded and Elisande dropped to the floor.
"No… It cannot be…"
Thalyssra stepped forward and moved Elisande over on her back with her foot.
"Thalyssra, mercy. I did it for the Nightborne. Please, mercy. I will show you to Gul'dan".
Thalyssra stared long and hard at the begging Grand Magistrix before she finally said in a cold, low voice.
"Fool…"
Then she put both her palms on Elisande's chest. Elisande screamed in pain as Thalyssra dissolved her with ley magic and within 10 seconds, Grand Magistrix Elisande was nothing but ley dust, pouring out between Thalyssra's fingers.
"Goodbye… Elisande. May you find your peace". The First Arcanist closed her eyes and sighed as the last remains of Grand Magistrix Elisande ran from her palm and into the cold air of the fortress.
Lady Liadrin stepped forward and put her hand on Thalyssra's shoulder. "There will always be a place for the Nightborne with the Horde. Come my friend, let's finish this". Thalyssra nodded and took Liadrin's hand.
Jaina watched as Lady Liadrin helped Thalyssra to her feet. So the Nightborne was joining the Horde. Interesting. She did however not have too much time to ponder upon it as their next and final challenge awaited. In the fenced off area where Elisande had first been, a teleportation orb elucidated.
"This is it everyone. Whoever wants to drop out now will have the chance to do so. If you don't have the courage to face Gul'dan, turn back now" Khadgar said. Jaina watched as everyone stood still. She had to admire the bravery of the Archmage, he was truly a significant mage.
Sylvanas stepped forward. "The Forsaken stand with you Archmage. Now and throughout".
Khadgar nodded and carefully he laid his hand on the orb.
Upon touching the orb, they all transported. It was quick, and they all landed on a plateau surrounded by what Jaina could only assume was an illusionary space of Gul'dan's imagination.
That's when her stomach tossed.
There he stood. With his hunched back and wooden stave coated in skulls from perished minions, Gul'dan slowly turned, covering his old orc head with a shabby pelt cloak.
Sylvanas took a step forward, shielding Jaina with her arm. Sylvanas flinched at the sight of Gul'dan as his face met all of theirs.
"Ahhh… Windrunner. So it's true. You are alive". Gul'dan's voice pierced their souls.
Sylvanas did not respond, she just moved closer to Jaina.
"I knew you would come. I just knew. I know everything these days". Gul'dan's mouth broadened into a repulsive grin.
"Come a step closer Windrunner, don't be afraid. You are already dead". The old orc chuckled.
Sylvanas stared at him hard, and long. She was about to take a step forward when she felt a nudge.
"Sylvanas". Jaina said and looked at the Warchief. She was not dead, she was alive! What did Gul'dan mean?
But Sylvanas ignored her and stepped forward, keeping her sight at Gul'dan, remaining silent.
"Look at you. Attempting life. I never thought you'd be so pathetic. I thought more of you Windrunner. Now you are just as foolish as the rest of them. Does your pretty little mage know how rotten you are inside?"
Sylvanas opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
Jaina looked at Sylvanas, her eyes asking what the hell he meant.
"I thought as much". He sniggered an evil and soul piercing laughter.
A thought just struck Jaina, like a lightning bolt. The book.
She fished out the book she had been given by book dealer.
"Jaina, I don't think this is the time for reading?" Khadgar mumbled.
"Shut up!" Jaina snapped and frantically turned the pages until one heading stood out to her.
Alive but dead: how to be a walking corpse in living form.
At times, unexplainable events occur. Such as undead resurrections. They are rare, but can indeed happen. However, should be avoided at all costs. It is an unexplored research area, but contemporary findings suggest the person will be a distraught and conflicted being full of pain. Dead inside and alive on the outside. If possible, the best option would be to relieve the person of their grief.
Jaina's mouth opened and her eyes went empty as a single tear ran down her face. It had only took her a second to realise.
Sylvanas should not be here? She should die? It would be best for her? Best not to be here?
Gul'dan already knew what she had read.
"Now you see sweet Lady Proudmoore. I am merely doing the Warchief a favour by ending her".
Sylvanas drew her bow.
"First, I will end you Gul'dan. Then I will end myself. Just like I did after Arthas was eliminated. You will suffer the same destiny as him. Then I will finally have my peace".
The right corner of Sylvanas' mouth curved into a vague smile as Gul'dan's satisfaction vanished from his face.
"I will just have to end you all in one go then. It could have just been you Windrunner, but instead you chose the same fate for the entire group. Very well, so be it".
Gul'dan started channelling the fel energies and the surroundings of the plateau turned dark green as the platform rumbled.
"Sylvanas!" Jaina yelled and grabbed the Warchief by her wrist and pulled her to her.
"Jaina, we don't have time for this…"
"LISTEN TO ME!" Jaina clutched her face and frantically managed her words "I get it okay? I ruined you! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Oh Sylvanas I am so sorry my love. I never needed you to be more than you".
"Ladies, we only have seconds, you can't do this now!" Khadgar said as he started casting ice barriers on several raiders closer to Gul'dan who clapped his hands together and a rain of rocks covered in fel flames rained down on them.
"Jaina! Watch out!" Khadgar shouted and tossed a barrier around her and Sylvanas.
Sylvanas threw her arms around Jaina to protect her and just for a second, it was the two of them close together in their own barrier enclosed from the world. The fel rained like an active volcano and chaos surrounded them. Sylvanas was sure some of the raiders had already perished in the fel blaze. But it was like they could not hear it, they only had eyes for each other in that moment. Time had stopped in their bubble.
"I love you Jaina Proudmoore. You did not ruin me, I ruined you. I tried to be someone else for you. But the truth is, I am dead. I always will be. Stop chasing me. Because you will be chasing death. Go live your life".
"No… I tried. I can't". Jaina stroked Warchief Sylvanas' cheeks.
"You can. It will be better that way. Try harder".
Jaina's eyes filled with tears that streamed down her face and she shook her head in disbelief.
"None of that matters now Sylvanas. Look at you, so beautiful". Jaina smiled and curled a lock of Sylvanas' golden hair round her index finger. "I will chase you forever. Even if it kills me".
Sylvanas folded her arms around Jaina's petite body and held her tight.
"That's what I am afraid of".
"Don't be. I can take care of myself".
They held each other so tight that they could feel each other's heart beating. Sylvanas' heart was beating fast, and Jaina knew it was because of her. It filled her with a warmth she could not begin to describe in words.
"Then marry me".
Jaina's heart stopped.
"Wha…"
But before she could finish her words, the ice barrier broke and Sylvanas was brutally thrown backwards.
"Jaina, a hand please!" Khadgar begged Jaina.
Jaina watched as Sylvanas got to her feet and grabbed for her bow. Did that just happen?
"Jaina, please NOW!"
Jaina managed to break the focus from Sylvanas and ran towards Khadgar.
"Help me channel an arcane bomb". Jaina nodded and grabbed Khadgar's hand, joining their powers. "Straight for the heart" Khadgar ordered.
Jaina nodded. She could see that the other raiders had already weakened Gul'dan to the point where he was not even half the orc he used to be.
Their grip channelled the strongest arcane magic known to human kind and Jaina almost felt her arms sizzling with magic. Her eyes met Khadgar's and their spell sparkled between them like a legendary tale. That's when Jaina shivered and it made her smile. She welcomed the frost magi to her finger tips as her eyes turned intensely light blue. Khadgar's smiled as their joint arcane and Jaina's frost built up between them.
Exchanging a look. They knew how strong they were together.
Suddenly, before releasing their energy, they stopped. Jaina screeched and Khadgar folded his arms around the young mage.
Gul'dan's laughter filled the air as a fel blaze knocked the raiders to their feet and his fel chains landed around the Warchief's hands, tying her to the floor.
"Sylvanas!" Jaina cried.
Sylvanas laid face down in agony as the fel shackles burnt her wrists.
Suddenly behind Gul'dan a large green crystal appeared and Sylvanas heard Tyrande gasp and scream. She guessed that could only mean one thing.
As Gul'dan's evil chuckle intensified, Sylvanas caught a glimse of Illidan Stormrage's fortified corpse in the capsule. So it was true… Shit…
"Jaina" she tried to shout, but the pain was unbearable.
But Jaina heard. She glanced her lover's way and without thinking, she threw an ice block on her.
Gul'dan shook his head. "That will not suffice little mage. Not against my power!"
That's when the capsule broke and Jaina's eyes widened. She swallowed hard as Illidan Stormrage's corpse fell to the floor.
"Rise! As Doom Lord Illidan!"
"No…" Tyrande whispered. "This cannot be".
Illidan did not move. For a minute. But then his arms twitched.
"No!" Tyrande shook her head and fell backwards into Jaina.
Sylvanas, still in the ice block Jaina had thrown on her, felt a rush of fear go through her.
No….
Illidan Stormrage rose to his feet and roared fiercely at the raiders. Many of the soldiers ran away and fell off the platform in fear.
"STAND BACK!" Khadgar warned as he watched fear spreading throughout.
"Illidan. Don't do this. You know me, you remember me. It's me… Tyrande. Please remember who you are". She stepped forward.
"Tyrande, no, he is corrupted!" Khadgar shouted, but Tyrande moved further towards Illidan. Tyrande could feel Illidan's warm breath on her face as she moved closer to him.
"Attack them, kill them all!" Gul'dan commanded.
"Illidan. It's me. Feel me". Tyrande reached out cautiously and placed a shaking hand on Illidan Stormrage's chest.
"Feel me". She whispered as a strong light glowed from her palm as it touched Illidan's skin.
Tyrande looked up and met his green demon eyes. She opened her mouth to speak as the reborn Demon Lord gritted his sharp teeth at her. The High Priestess shivered in fear, but she did not move.
Suddenly, Illidan reached his hand out towards Tyrande's face. Jaina stopped breathing in fear. He was going for her throat. She wanted to launch out and stop him, but Khadgar pulled her back.
Tyrande swallowed hard and closed her eyes as Illidan's claws approached her. Was this how she was going to die?
But all she felt was a cold hand lift her chin.
"Tyrande. My love. I feel you". She released a sigh in relief and put her hand on top Illidan's.
"You are alive. It is good to see you. Malfurion will be so pleased to see you". She smiled and Illidan nodded sternly.
"NO! ATTACK THEM! KILL THE INFILTRATORS!" The weakened orc threw his stave towards Illidan and snarled. "GO FORTH, KILL THEM!"
But Illidan Stormrage merely turned around and stepped up in front of the warlock.
Without speaking, Illidan grabbed Gul'dan by the throat and lifted him with one hand. The demon's wings braced and the orc that once was the Legion's essence was melting away in his grip.
Jaina ran towards Sylvanas as the ice block faded and the fel chains released her.
In a blinding blaze of green fel, Gul'dan exploded, and the raiders watched as Illidan Stormrage crushed the remains of his skull with his fist.
"Is it over?" Tyrande gasped.
"No…" Illidan stared into the abyss.
Sylvanas sat up in Jaina's arms as she stroked her bleeding wrists.
"Warchief Windrunner". Illidan turned to her.
"Your sister awaits us". He opened his hands and revealed a strange looking stone.
Fear caught Sylvanas. "Vereesa!" Illidan looked at her and grinned grimly as he shook his head.
"Alleria, awaits us".
