Chapter 5: The Scene Of The Crime

I feel like a criminal.

From where I stand, from the company that I currently keep.

And especially from the deeds of the past.

I cannot deny this feeling and where it has stemmed.

This is the closest I have ever felt to being a villain. The villain of my own life story and the story of the world; the universe.

And now here I am. Me with my band of miscreants.

Returning to the scene of the crime.

There have been many times in my life when I have felt conflicted in my actions. I have considered myself a coward, weak, underhanded.

But never outright evil.

Not like now.

I had spent and moment taken in the surrounding environment as the Alliance and Horde leaders made their way through the portal behind me. As they each stepped through to the realm before them, they each shared the same inscrutable attitude. All of them sharing plain and lifeless glanced at the ravaged land before us and all of them silent as the grave. I could sense as I looked into each of their eyes; all hollow with no response to their situation.

Perhaps as we ventured into the Undercity would the weight of the situation begin to dawn on them, and perhaps the implication would finally have a lasting effect on their ways.

Or at least that's the most I can hope for them.

I paused in my thought process for a moment. "What am I saying?" I thought to myself with my face turned and hidden from view of my companions, "You judge them for their actions, but you are just as responsible by doing nothing to stop this". The swirling thoughts in my mind drove me to shake my head and furrow my brow in concentration; a fruitless effort to banish these unproductive ideas.

"Boy!"

I spun around to see the rest of the group, amongst them and staring at me being Nathanos. "If we're gonna bring Sylvanas back, we're gonna need to start being a bit hasty!" Rude and arrogant, but I had no choice but to agree with him. Even as the rest of the leaders scowled at him and Genn even pushed him back, I waved my hand and called to the group "He's right. We have to get moving!" I scanned the group in search of a certain mage, before I finally caught a glimpse of blonde hair and dulled blue eyes.

"Jaina. Are you ready?" I asked fervently, receiving only the slightest nod from her as stepped forward and accompanied me. We walked together as everybody else followed closely behind, moments passing before we finally stopped before the entrance of the infamous Banshee Queen's lair. Once a home to both the living and the dead, now a toxic and uninhabitable realm of poison and shadow.

I addressed the Horde and Alliance with a slight turn of my head as we faced the dark entrance, "Remember. Stay as close together as possible. We will be moving swiftly and I can't have any of you left behind". They all nodded to eachother with the occasionally murmur, and I gave Jaina a permitting nod. We all cleared away from her as she prepared casting her spell, her eyes having the most life in them than I've seen in a long time. I could tell her satisfaction to be using her powers to such a grand level. All around us, arcane symbols glowed brightly and we could ourselves surrounded by an enclosed arcane dome.

As Jaina concentrated on maintaining the dome, I exclaimed "Keep In mind. There is only so much air in this dome, so we'll need to hurry if we expect to reach the Royal quarters". I appreciated the silent nods I received as none were foolish enough to waste any of the air we had. With our goal set and the stakes laid out before us, we carefully ventured into the dark and foreboding bowels of this festering corpse of a city.


The mist of foul green plague had hindered our efforts somewhat, masking many of the doorways and exits and causing us to lose our way several times. I was thankful that Jaina and the rest of us had remembered our away around this sprawling maze of macabre architecture, and everyone was still true to their promise of silence. Before too long, just as we had barely begun to struggle for breath, we had reached the safety of the royal chamber, just as we had left it.

All the while that we had travelled down here, I had been taking the time to study my colleagues. I could sense what they had felt and what they wish they could say, simply based on their faces and their walks. Most of the horde had been benign, Thrall seems cautious, Nathanos was more concerned than I had ever seen him, and the Alliance leaders had all shared the same sceptic expressions. As soon as I saw this impatience in the eyes of the worgen king, I instantly began dreading the moment we found more air to speak.

As Jaina's portal dissipated and the mage paused to regain her lost energy, all of us took our chance to catch our breath. Once enough of the freshest air that this dank underground fortress could offer was in our lungs, we were ready to continue. I could see eyes focus on me as I gave him a brief glance, and I decided to get the inevitable hassle out of the way as soon as possible.

"I can tell you've had something to say Genn" I groaned, "Please make is something I want to listen to". Genn huffed indignantly at my manner, grunting "Anduin, even you must realise just how ludicrous this is". I sighed and lectured "You've spent the time we've been in this mess. What new do you have to say about Sylvanas and how she's wronged you?" I clenched my fist and raised my voice to the rest of them "Same for all of you. If any of you have complaints to make about this mission, say it now so we can move on!"

I don't care how I looked to the others; and based on the concerned and irritated gazes from them, I had come to believe they had not the best opinions of my newly cynical attitude towards them.

"Anduin!" Genn growled, "You have no right to lecture us". He stepped towards me and gripped my shoulder firmly, "We had all come together once against a single enemy, and now everything we have done has been turned against us!" His grip tightened as he curled his lip, "Everything that we had believed in has been for nothing, so don't you dare criticise us. You have in clue what-".

I immediately slapped his hand away and pushed him off, sending him stumbling into the rest of the group. I shook with rage and my teeth clenched, my eyes glaring daggers toward them. "Your beliefs?!" I was on the verge of yelling before I suddenly fell silent, even beyond my own control. I found my blood cooling beneath my skin and I cleeks dragging my lips into a menacing grin. I hung my head and stared silently at my colleagues.

"I shouldn't have to remind you…" I calmly explained, "…that every living creature that has ever died are currently suffering in the void". I choked back a laugh as I continued "Heroes, innocent civilians, tortured victims, everyone. All paying a punishment they don't deserve". I shook as I stepped towards Genn, "And I saw the proof myself. The Old Gods showed it to me".

I clenched my fist once again and pointed my thumb towards my chest, "They showed me my parents…"

Whatever stern or even semi-aggressive expressions they wore immediately disappeared.

"Yes… they were there. My father…" I chuckled, "He was being strangled by thorned vines, begging for help as I could only watch him. The man who saved so many lives, now suffocating for all eternity". I saw Jaina about to approach me when I continued, "And my mother, who raised and never hurt anyone in her life. She was being strangled along with him". Jaina paused and backed away, and I finished "I don't think any of you realise the weight of our situation! My parents have been suffering, and so many other have been as well!"

I suddenly shot a finger at Jaina and hissed "Uther and Tyrion had been serving the light for their whole lives. When was the light gonna tell them that they would suffer in the void for their services?!" My finger shifted to Thrall as I added "So many wars fought so that one side or the other could live safe lives. Think of all the lives that were cut short in those wars? All the lives sent to suffer in the void because we ordered it!"

My finger slowly left Thrall and landed on Genn, and I held nothing back.

"And in case you still remember him and what he means to you, Greymane" I growled, "You're son Liam has been spending these past years in unending torment". I could see Genn's unease but it only encouraged me, "Think about what he did for you… Think about how he's been rewarded for it! Think about what you've done with his memory!"

I had finished, but the leaders had been left completely speechless. They had so many thoughts reeling in their minds and could not decide how to feel about what I just did. But before they could finally decide on anger and possible violent intentions towards me, I calmed myself and calmly addressed them.

"Look. I understand just as much as the rest of you how important this mission is" I admitted, "But it's like I said, we have no plan and this is the best option we have to fix all this". I furrowed by brow and glared, "And if any of you have a problem with that and wanna give up, then I won't stop you". I held my hands up and emphasised the surface above us, "You are all free to live out whatever existence you have left in that cesspool of madness and death that used to be our home".

I turned away and prepared to venture into the chamber and looked back, exclaiming "If any of you want to come with me, then go ahead. But I don't want to hear any complaints". With that out of the way, I wandered into the darkness as my companions remained behind for a few seconds. In truth, I had felt relieved and thankful to hear the sounds of shuffling footsteps behind me, but I refused to go back on what I had said. It had once been in my nature to offer unearned and false praises, but such days will never return to plague my better judgement ever again.

At last, the chamber with the multiple doorways, and by extension, the cursed door that I recalled so vividly in my malicious memories. I gripped the handle and leaned my head in mental preparation, huffing before I pulled the door open. The creak echoed around the chamber and travelled passed my followers through to the far corners of the royal chamber. In spite of the doused torches having expended their light since our last visit here, I ventured into the darkness and left the door open behind me for the rest of our group.

The staircase loomed into view and I reached for the wooden banister, my eyes passing the corner of the wall and landing on the bottom floor of this secret laboratory.

This I don't remember.

I don't recall the floor being black.

I descended the staircase and landed on the bottom floor, carefully minding my way through the large empty room and around the occasional column. I looked to the corner and spotted the charred remnants of a table, where Sylvanas had disposed of whatever she was working on. I suddenly heard the staircase creaking and glanced behind me curiously, finding my colleague arriving on the floor and approaching me. We all stood still and looked around the room, all of the leaders likely having bad memories of this room and what took place at their hands.

I held my hands on oy hips and looked about, before turning to look at the undead apothecary. Once he saw my eyes on him, he stepped forward and gave me his full, undivided attention. "Well, Master Apothecary. This is your area of expertise" I stated, "What's the situation?" He rubbed his chin and walked past me with his eyes examining every inch of the chamber, analysing all the information he could. I spent much time in awkward silence but none of us dared to interrupt him in his process.

"Her spirit is here" he croaked in his strained voice as a mist of cold air was exhaled from his mouth, "And she is close". "Can we see her?" Nathanos inquired from within the group, before frowning at the head shake Faranell gave him in response. "She roams in the void, suffering as the other lost souls do" he explained, "We must perform a ritual to bring her spirit back to this world".

"Heroes!"

All heads twisted to face the direction of the voice calling to us, and we were all met with a surprising sight. From a glimmering light in the wall emerged a pair of luminescent humanoids, a pair of wings flapping in the air as they levitated into the room. I was awed by their sudden return and their apparent presence here, but it seems that Sylvanas' Val'kyr had immediate business with us.

One Val'kyr floated ahead of her partner and seemed to wear an agitated expression on her face, as she exclaimed "I implore you heroes, you must not resurrect Sylvanas". I recall the Horde leaders mentioning these Val'kyr having vanished after Sylvanas was killed, and I was intent on learning why. Their apparent distress over our presence here only ever made it more curious what reason they had been here to find us.

I have never believed in coincidences.

"You!" I heard a croaky voice roar from behind me as the undead ranger pushed past me, rage writhing within his boiling blood and shaking form. "You had abandoned your Queen! My queen!" He accused as venom dripped from his lingering words, "You had betrayed her in her time of need!" "Please, Blightcaller. We have much to explain" the other Val'kyr hovered above us, "But know that resurrecting Sylvanas will prove superfluous".

In spite of my curiosity and my scepticism towards these Val'kyr, I and the leader could not deny the legitimacy of such a claim coming from them. They had every opportunity to resurrect her as they have apparently been known to do in the past, so what reason they had to impede our efforts to save the entire world from damnation had better be good.

"When we had learned of Sylvanas' death here, we had immediately left to come here and resurrect her" one of the winged spectres began, "And we had succeeded in restoring her spirit to the mortal plain". The spectres fell silent for a moment as we awaited them continuing, before one solemnly explained "But when the chance to be restored to life was given to her by our power…" The Val'kyr exchanged clueless glances before they concluded.

"She declined".

What?

"It's true. And she had refused our resurrections ever since then" they stated, "She has adamantly chosen to remain dead and suffer in the void".

This, in no manner, made any sense from any possible perspective I could view it from.

The one thing that Sylvanas had the will to live for was to avoid death, and now she had refused this chance to avoid it?

Why?

And why now?

When she had done it so many times before, why would she not do it now?

What has happened? What has changed that she would refuse this and all future chances to escape damnation?

I found myself doubting the sincerity of this tale these two feminine revenants had offered us.

"Hang on a minute" I heard a deep and gruff voice speak from the group and turned to see Baine stepping forward, "The entire world is at stake, and you are offering this stubborn women a choice to return from the dead? Why not just force her?!" The Val'kyr looked to eachother once again before one explained "We don't want to risk it".

I squinted my eyes and tilted my head, and it seems the Val'kyr had understood the vague and fragility of their claim. "Restoring Sylvanas to life cost the soul of each of a Val'kyr in her service" one specified, "If we resurrect her against her will, the soul sold for it may be wasted as she may immediately kill herself again".

Superstition from the likes of a spectral entity was certainly not to be taken lightly, but their apparent loyalty to the Banshee Queen before now alongside this claim had created a concerning juxtaposition.

"Whatever your intention or your efforts" I spoke up as the Val'kyr offered their attention to me, "We have come her to resurrect her from the Void, and I encourage you not to interfere". I refused to be intimidated by these opportunistic spectres and I was determined to see our mission through to the end. "You would be wise to heed our word and to not threaten us, Lion" a Val'kyr hissed as she held an imposing stance, "Your holy powers have let you".

I would not be swayed; and from the various grunts and shuffles about me, it seemed that my colleagues would not be intimidated by a pair of pessimistic winged spectres. Outnumbering the pair of Val'kyr, they conceded and stated "Very well. We shall leave you to your grim fates, foolish mortals". "But know this" the other spat "Your efforts shall be wasted as ours had been". With these final words of spite, the spectres flew into the air and fainting into an ethereal cloud of smoke and like, leaving us to do as we will in this chamber as we had wanted.

Now with this final obstacle out of the way, this was the moment I had been waiting for since this whole catastrophe had started. I faced my allies and scanned offer the faces to find the Apothecary, before final spotting him and waving him over. "This is it, Faranell" I had stated confidently, "You may go ahead". Faranell nodded and stopped in the centre of the room as I shooed the rest of the leaders towards the outer walls, offering the Forsaken man breathing room as he began his allotted task.

"I will first return her spirit from the void" he said as we cautiously observed him, "We will soon see her as she has been in the Void, so exercise caution when we meet her". Faranell then focused all of his attention on his spells, and time passed as the atmosphere of the entire room started to change. Faranell stopped channelling his magic and hung his arms to his side silently, and none of us dared to make a single noise or movement. The deafening silence clung to us and sought to drain the air in our lungs as we waited for something to happen.

"…ou mons…."

I could every everybody else perk up at the sound of a distance and disconnected voice at the same time I did, now all listening intently for what was being said. Beneath our legs was a looming se of mist washing over and around our legs, the air turning ice cold in a familiar feeling of déjà vu. Suddenly from off in the distance echoed a loud, blood-curdling wail channelling up from the distant tunnel, a freezing cold wind splashing over us as was grew unnerved and anxious. Faranell turned to look as us was a bewildered expression on his features, muttering ominously "There's something wrong!"

Before any of us could react, Faranell was startled and sent stumbling backwards by the sudden appearance of a spectral apparition, spinning and soaring out of control around the chamber. As the creature neared an occupant within the room, they all saw what the entity seemed to be in largely clearer detail. A pair of figured entangled together, vaguely humanoid in form with various portion and segments of their bodies missing from their otherwise consistent forms. The two entities finalllly landed against the floor and sent mist whirling about the room, partially stunning as we regained our focus and finally could see exactly what these entities were.

And what they were only left us even more confused.

If there were only other possible way to describe it that could make more sense.

It was two Sylvanases.

All flawed and missing large portions of their bodies.

One held a vicious and outright bestial scowl on her face as she struggled against her opponent, her blood red glowing eyes fixed on the writhing form of her faltering victim. The put up less of a fight but did not seem scared or upset in the slightest, acceptance clear on her features as she was beaten and strangled by her attacker. I traded confused glances to all the other leader and all returned it, none of us having an explanation or an answer for what was going on.

"Sylvanas…"

The garbles chokes and animalistic snarls of the two Sylvanases immediately fell silent, the two ghostly entities simply remaining as still as ice cold sculptures. Everyone else's eyes fell on the speaker as he carefully approached the pair of spirits, his dark green coat blowing sending the surrounding mist whirling and fading in his wake.

As soon as he stopped, both of the still figures slowly turned their heads and fixed their eyes upon him, their faces blank and their eyes lifeless. After a few moments, Nathanos and the rest of us were witness to a truly strange, and yet fascinating, spectacle. As we watched, the levitating segments of the two Banshees started floating towards eachother and fitting together. I realised that one apparition had all of the segments that the other was missing, even down to a half of a face that we hadn't seen was missing from where she had landed.

At last, the fusion was complete and a full form stood upon from the ground, standing idly as her head hung.

"So what is it to be next, ladies?"

I furrowed my brow quizzically as I pondered what she met.

Not exactly the most elegant or the most forward greeting.

"What promises of riches, love and prosperity do you have to promise me?"

She opened her eyes and they immediately shot open in surprise.

I hadn't doubted that she would expect to see us here again, but even less to see us together once again as we had been when she was slaughtered.

"Oh of course it would be you people" she chuckled to herself for a lengthy period of time, leaving us speechless. But as she continued for an unsettling period of time, her chuckle had devolved into manic cackling as she collapsed to her knees. She wrapped her arms uncomfortable around her waist as her smile grew as large as her spectral cheeks could manage. Black tears spilled from her eyes as she looked up at us, whimpering "Can't you ruthless bastards just leave me alone?! The deep ones can do well enough without your help!"

"Sylvanas, please! We're not here to hurt you!" I walked up beside Nathanos, but Sylvanas shook her head in refusal. "I can't believe that!" she shouted, "I've been suffering for Light knows how long and all I've been able to remember is all of you! You bashing me and pounding me into the ground like a tent pole".

"Sylvanas, what are you talking about?" Nathanos questioned beside me, "It's only been a few days". Her unhinged smile slowly fell at these words as she saw no deceit in her lover's eyes, stating quiet for a time before muttering "It felt like years…". Her brow furrowed suddenly and she shot me a dirty look, "Even then, why would you come to bring me back?! It has to be to lose you rage upon me once again!"

"Sylvanas, for the last time, we're not going to hurt you" I insisted, "We need your help!"

She froze in place, a slight smile returning to her face as she focused entirely on me. "Why would you want help from me? You never did before" she reminded us, "And even then, I doubt a mere elven corpse would offer much to you".

This had begun to worry me, and my reaction may have let it show.

Was I wrong?

Did she actually have no plan that could save us?

No!

I refused to give up.

She was probably toying with us, and I hadn't the time for that.

"Look. Warchief" I addressed her and was thankful to see her intrigued reaction to my words, "The entire world has been corrupted by void magic, and the Old Gods have freed themselves from their prisons". Thrall then joined the pair of us and interjected "Everybody's souls are being tormented and fed upon by dark creatures, no matter their culture or their morals!" And lastly, Nathanos concluded with "Azeroth is being corrupted, and the end of the world is imminent!"

Unlike what I had wanted to hear, all I received from her was a short shack of her head, hissing "Good lord… I have only been gone from your lives for a few days… and already you've brought about the world's end since I wasn't here". This attitude began to irritate me, but I feared escalating this matter and stayed on subject. "It's true! And it all started ever since the others had killed you" I clarified, with a slight trace of venom to the other leaders that might help to win her over.

As our conversation continued, I could sense all the colour and energy she had from the start was slowly fading, a sense of lonesomeness and acceptance clear in her attitude now. "We think that something about you was stopping them before, and it might stop them again" I explained. She stared at me for a moment between silent glances at the other leaders, her lingering eyes full of interest and what I could somewhat recognise as delight. It might've been my newly developing ego, but not only did I believe she knew what we were talking about, but I like to think that she may have known that I was the one who had figured it out.

But despite her brief moment of light in her nature, it all suddenly seemed as if it was sucked away from her as she returned to her depressed state. She sighed to herself as she clenched her fist weakly, muttering "I appreciate your faith…" A wave of hope clashed with my anxiety over her ominously soft tone. My fear soon became a reality as she finished, "But I'm not going to help…"

"What?! Why not?" Nathanos exclaimed in complete astonishment, but a broken and wounded upward gaze from those red eyes made it all clear before she even needed to say anything.

"All those…. 'years' of suffering and torment… I had time to think to myself" she described, and I dreaded where this was going. She looked to me and said "You're right… I did know that this was going to happen" as she shut her eyes and exhaled through her nose, "And I was working on a way to stop it".

"Wait a minute!" I heard the gruff and gravelly voice of Thrall speak from nearby us, all eyes turning and landing on him. "If you had known that this would happen and had the chance to stop it…" Thrall spoke, "…then why would you not tell anybody?" Sylvanas was silent for a moment and offered us a judging glare, "Because if anyone else knew about it…. They would kill me and take it for themselves".

As much as the idea disgusted me, I knew it to be a true possibility. Undoubtedly a robbed effort of a pure intention disguised as a miraculous development by the glorious Alliance or Horde.

We were all silent as she elaborated, "I had planned to use it as a way to keep myself alive in case someone tried to kill me". She sighed as she continued, "But I realised nobody would believe me if I had said anything about it the world ending… You would just consider it a bluff and kill me anyway". She clenched her fists for a moment, "I was running out of ideas… But I never stopped and I kept working on my plan".

I could hear murmurs from behind me from all the other leaders, but Sylvanas ignored them. "But then… when I died… when you all banded together to kill me… and I was sent back to the… horrible place" she shuddered at the mere mention, "I had a single question lingering in my head". She looked at me, catching me and the other leaders off guard with her disgusted scowl.

"Why do we deserve to live?" she inquired, "Why don't we all deserve to suffer like this?"

No. No. No. No! No! No! No! No!

"An entire planet full of aggressive and sadistic creatures!" she grunted, "Winged, clawed, toothed beasts all feeding off the land and slaughtering eachother to keep their own lives". I felt the urge to shake her from this trance, but found myself powerless to halt her existential rant. "Thousands of years and millions of generations of wild animals all ripping eachother apart and consuming eachother's flesh, or selfishly tearing the planet apart for their own benefits".

The longer she talked, the more her words started making sense to me; and it terrified me more than any monster from the void. "Why would the Titans build a world like that if they're supposed to be on our side?!" she questioned though her straining voice, "Do the Titans expect us to do this forever if we save ourselves from the Old Gods' punishment?" She shut her eyes and hung her head, preparing her final conclusion.

"We deserve this eternal punishment. Every single thing we have believed in begat evil and chaos!" she huffed as cold mist spilled from her breaths, "And the Alliance and the Horde are truly the worst offenders that can ever exist!" She reopened her eyes and looked up at us as she rose from the floor, standing upright. "So I must ask you all… What makes you think that you are all worth saving" she hissed as her words echoed through the chamber.

"Why should I help any of you, assholes?"

Nobody could speak.

Not even I could think of something to say.

"I didn't think you could answer that" she nodded to herself as she turned away from us, "So if you don't mind… feel free to send me back to the void… you can find comfort that I'm getting what I deserve".

"Wait a minute" I called after her desperately, and was relieved those two smouldering eyes facing me. "Let us prove it" I improvised just so I could think if what to say to keep her attention, "Let us prove to you that we're worth saving. We can convince you that your efforts will be appreciated". "You expect to convince me that this violent world doesn't deserve to suffer?" she inquired, with me answering "The world is imperfect, but there are great things to find in it. I'll prove that to you however I can". She still seemed unconvinced, so I appealed to her by adding "Besides. I'm sure you can spare time away from the void".

She paused and rubbed her chin, contemplating what had been said and what her options had become. I tried by best to hide my beads of sweat and my taxed heart behind my façade of confidence, secretly praying whatever forces of good that remained in the world that I could get through to her. The sight of a small nod and her head turning to me had filled me with more hope and faith than any holy creature's body could contain.

"Very well" she agreed to my offer, "I'll give you a chance". She suddenly soared up into the air and pointed to the lot of us, "I'll give you each a single chance to convince me that you're worth saving". We all watched in awe as she gave her instruction, Sylvanas continuing "You may find me within the next chamber, and there I plan to remain so long as you are all here". All of my colleagues seemed less certain than I was about our odd, and even I had my doubts.

"I want each of you to speak to me, alone and in private" she instructed, "Talk to me and say what you can to make my believe you have the best intentions". She suddenly held up her finger and snapped "But make sure you know what you want to say. Consider your words carefully". She frowned as she added "If you fail or you try to find some other why to force my support, I will refuse to help you".

This was getting serious. I felt like I was in some game.

"I have a lot of enemies in here and many of you have lots of reason to hate me" she admitted, "But I implore you to put that aside and give me, and by extension, yourselves faith that the world can be better than what we've made it into". Despite the frustration I had begun to feel from her vain declaration of control over us, this final sentence brought me back down to Azeroth. "I'll be waiting for you in the chamber now" she said as she slowly drifted into the misty, dark hallways ahead of is.

"May your aims be true".

After she had disappeared into the room, I propped myself with my hands in my knees and gave a distressed sigh. Everybody else behind me seemed to be just as terrified as I was, but that relief cost me much of my faith in our success. The entire fate of the world and perhaps the universe, depending on convincing both Sylvanas and ourselves that we weren't a bunch of irredeemable assholes. We would need to be genuine so that she knew we had good intentions, but this would vary in difficulty for each of us.

Sylvanas' first wait for a visitor would be a long one.


Definitely my favourite chapter so far.

So yeah, the next chapters will by a bit different. Each one will refocus on the conversations a person has with Sylvanas and what they talk about.

I might switch out Faranell for someone else like Helcular or Gunther Arcanus, someone who is actually a necromancer. I also decided not to have Vereesa or Alleria for the adventure early on because I don't think they would have anything to say to Sylvanas. Anything Vereesa would've said is the premise of one of my other stories, and I don't wanna repeat any other stories.

Hope you enjoyed as much as I did.