The light faded and she found herself on her knees, crying, Aelana held her in a tight hug.

"Are you alright?" the priestess whispered.

Angel didn't respond and continued sobbing, she was extremely shaken.

"It's alright, he is gone, I am here," she kissed Angel's forehead while soothing her.

"Did you see him too?" Angel asked between her sobs.

"No, but I heard everything you said while you were," she paused, "gone, so to say."

The undead looked up to see Releana looking at her in shock as well.

"Please tell me you're okay," Aelana continued, still tightly hugging the former paladin.

"I don't know, I don't know what happened," she tried, still feeling truly miserable and shedding tears, "I was in complete darkness and saw what happened to the people who lived here, I feel like they wanted revenge against me, then Arthas showed up, chased me down," she paused, "then he killed me the same way he did before," she whispered that last part, closing her eyes firmly, "please tell me you're real."

"I am, love, and I will never leave you," the priestess assured her.

"Thank you," Angel smiled through her tears, "please keep him away from me."

"I will," the priestess reassured her.

Aelana kept hugging the undead until she had calmed down somewhat. Releana had waited patiently for her old friend and sat down with them. Once Angel was calmed down they continued their journey to the undercity. Releana explained to the other two that her teleportation spell had been a bit off course, it was supposed to take them directly on top of the Undercity, but now they ended up at the edge of Silverpine, about a day's walk off. The former paladin of the group was still feeling uncomfortable in these lands, the screaming of the spirits had quieted down to whispering but were still present.

Aelana made sure to stay close to Angel, holding on to her arm while they followed the path to the east. Her affection for the undead surely made Releana feel awkward. She had watched as the priestess tried to break the illusion Angel was in. The undead seemed to be unaware of what was going on around her after she fell to the ground and Aelana had hurried to her, hugging her and trying to channel her magic into her. Releana smiled, her friend finally seemed to have found someone to show her affection to.

On their way to the ruined capital they had to stop a few more times for the poor undead, she seemed to lose her grip on reality several times but it wasn't as severe or advanced as the first time, Aelana's magic and words managed to keep Angel in this world. Despite having to stop a few times, they advanced swiftly, reaching Undercity at the end of the afternoon. Angel had once been there when the High Elves were still allied with the humans. She was assigned to escort some human mage apprentices to the city together with her fellow trainees and superiour. The memories were vague and put away in the back of her mind somewhere, but she recognised the entrance to the city. That is as far as she got then, before returning to Silvermoon. Walking past it now gave her an odd feeling. Beyond the entrance the towers that used to bear the Lordaeron banners now lay in ruins. The canal that flowed through the courtyard was now filled with a foul green liquid that made her feel nauseas, and with her, the mage and priestess, she could faintly make out the stench coming from it, she couldn't imagine how bad it was for the others.

"Just follow me," Releana led the way.

She walked through the hallways above the undercity, even through the throne room where King Menethil was murdered. A few spats of dried blood were still present on the tiles. Angel hurried her way through the room, even though she had none, she felt the sensation of her heart beating rapidly from seeing this place. They walked through some more hallways, ultimately descending in a hallway, with at the end a small round room. Releana motioned the other two to follow inside.

"What is this?" Angel asked, "this is a dead e-," her sentence was abruply cut off as a door crashed down, closing off the entrance to this room.

"What i-," she was cut off again as the floor under them fell down rapidly. Angel was worried and confused how Releana could remain calm.

"It's a lift," Releana explained, "it's called the Undercity for a reason you know."

Angel looked worridly at Aelana, her green sparking eyes and smile calmed her down. That, and the platform slowly coming to a halt. The door opened and Angel was the first to exit the room. Releana chuckled at her and led them further. They seemed to be in the centre of the city, the foul green slime seemed to illuminate this otherwise dark place. There were a few handfuls of forsaken doing their business here, there seemed to be a few vendors too, trying to convince some adventurers to buy their weapons and potions. They crossed a few bridges leading over the green slime leading to the outer ring of the city. Angel was surpised at the fact that none of the guards tried to stop them, they even walked into the royal quarter completely untouched and unquestioned. They followed the mage down a path with many large doorways, two elite guards stationed at each one, they didn't even flinch when the group passed them. Ultimately they arrived in the main room, more elite guards stood at the outer circle of the room, and there in the middle on a raised circular platform stood she, Sylvanas Windrunner.