Stormwind City's Cathedral of Light, with its exquisite beauty and noble splendor, rivals Stormwind Keep and is the stronghold of the Holy Light.
But beneath the church, in those dark basements, lay a den of iniquity, teeming with Evil Warlock studied various dark powers, their faces concealed by black cloaks.
The Cult of the Damned, the Scarlet Cross, the Twilight's Hammer cultists, the Shadow Council, the Dark Cultists of the Faceless Ones —it is said that members of all the organizations in Azeroth labeled as Evil can be found in the basement of the Cathedral of Light.
The brightest sanctuary may also conceal the Evil darkness.
Vanessa sneaked into the Cathedral of Light, entered the dark basement through a side door, and walked down a long corridor. Robbie followed behind Vanessa. There were many wanderers in black robes in the corridor, Evil men whose backgrounds were unknown.
Vanessa kept her eyes straight ahead, simply walking forward. A strong killing intent spread out, causing chaos in the corridor as the figure in the black cloak scattered and quickly disappeared without a trace.
At the far end of the corridor, before a tightly closed stone door, stood an Undead Warrior wielding a sword.
Vanessa took out a black coin. Robbie noticed that the obverse of the coin was a cat-faced figure with demonic horns, while the reverse was Lava and Flames. The coin was placed on the tray held by the Undead Warrior, making a crisp tinkling sound.
As if by magic, the coin emitted a puff of black smoke and suddenly disappeared.
A deep voice came from inside the door. "Mor'Ladim, let the distinguished guest in."
The stone door opened, revealing a large, empty, circular room with only a stone table in the very center.
A pair of emerald green eyes glanced at Robbie and Vanessa. It was a pure white cat, no bigger than a palm, small and exquisite, sitting upright on top of a transparent crystal ball, its right paw supporting its chin, thinking like a human.
Why a cat? Robbie looked on curiously.
Vanessa whispered, "Do you know the little boy who sells cats by the Stormwind City canal?"
Robbie nodded. "I've heard of it."
"That's how they solicit business. They're a mysterious race from the depths of the universe, knowledgeable in the secrets of time and space, serving only those who are special and can afford it."
And what is money? Is it that cat-face coin?
"I've already checked the Timeline you want to go to," the White Cat said, her movements slightly awkward. She fiddled with the crystal ball. "Please follow me, both of you."
The crystal ball flew up, carrying the White Cat to a corner of the room. The walls melted like ripples, revealing a long corridor that seemed to stretch endlessly, flanked by countless stone doors, each engraved with mysterious symbols.
The White Cat led the way, passing through door after door. This was completely different from the dizzying journey through the Infinite Dragonflight. Clearly, this cat was professional, more human-like, and focused on the customer experience.
After walking for a while, the stone gate they had just passed suddenly opened, and a pure black cat poked its head out.
"Wow! What a rare find, a client with tremendous potential!" Black Cat exclaimed like a child. "First time working together, it's free, free!"
"Free?"
Robbie subconsciously repeated the phrase, and then the door loomed larger before his eyes. The next moment, he was inside, and behind him came the White Cat's angry voice. "Damn it, stealing my business again!"
Robbie found himself in a basement, standing in the center of a six-pointed star summoning Magic Circle.
Seated on a chair in front of the Magic Circle was a woman of elegant bearing, probably in her thirties, wearing a low-cut, backless long dress that revealed half of her snow-white breasts. Her expression was extremely cold and arrogant, as if covered in frost. Her appearance was quite ordinary, and her figure was not particularly outstanding. The makeup on her face was thicker than a watermelon rind.
The woman gave Robbie a sharp look, her expression very unfriendly.
"Excuse me..." Robbie tried to start a conversation.
"You're the little rascal who disturbed my sleep?" the woman shrieked, as if a spoon had scraped across shards of porcelain. She stretched out her filthy, size 45 feet.
"I am Margaret, the top socialite of Stormwind City, the flower arranger. Come here and lick my feet."
Good heavens, and he's the top student looking like that?
In terms of looks and figure, even Robbie's fiancée Lisa is miles ahead of her.
What kind of place is this? And why am I encountering such a Pride and rude woman?
"Ignore her, she's a lunatic."
A clear and melodious voice rang out, gentle and charming with a touch of languor—this was the voice of a peerless beauty.
Robbie looked in the direction of the sound and saw the Black Cat that had opened the door floating in the air, sitting on a golden broom, wearing a pointed Mage's hat and a thick white scarf.
The Black Cat raised its front paw and pointed at Margaret: "She can't see me, and she can't hear me. This is business, customers. You have to understand, business means you have to use any means necessary to win customers."
"Fine!" Robbie shrugged, resigned to his fate. "Can you tell me who you are?"
The Black Cat shrugged in a human-like manner and explained, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Anubis Horui, Sinephthys Nefertiti, and Cleopatra. I'm the chief observer stationed on the Azeroth Continent. You should have heard of Algalon, the observer of Ulduar. My job is similar to his. Of course, my race won't destroy Azeroth. I occasionally do some trading to earn some extra money. Demons names are all very long, so just call me Black Cat."
"Are you Demons?"
"There are many races in the universe," the Black Cat patiently explained. "Those who know how to use dark magic are classified as Demons. We are not the same as the Demons of the Burning Legion. I have seen your Guardian and barely managed not to eat him. Don't worry, we don't eat people; we are just very interested in the Guardian's Spellstealer Wyrm."
Robbie was startled upon hearing this; it seemed the cat was quite powerful, though he couldn't rule out the possibility that it was lying.
What Timeline are we on now?
If the doors in the corridor represent different Timelines, then Robbie isn't currently at his destination.
The Black Cat blinked its large, watery eyes. "Fifteen years Dark Portal, the year Prince Anduin was born."
"Oh my God."
Robbie frowned; it was indeed not the Timeline he wanted to go to.
The Black Cat licked its paws and explained to Robbie:
"The White Cat you encountered is a very unprofessional newbie in our clan. He only knows how to satisfy customers' demands but doesn't know how to help them solve problems. I know your purpose. Going to that Timeline won't help you if you don't come here first. I am an experienced professional, and you can find what you're looking for here."
"Alright, that's the only way." Robbie shrugged helplessly. "So, what's the price?"
The Black Cat looked at Robbie with its big eyes. "Do you know what the Demons's favorite food is?"
"Soul, or a dark faith? Or grilled fish?"
"That's just what low-level Demons need. Of course, the fish tastes pretty good. By the way, I often go to the Stormwind City Subway to catch rats to eat," the Black Cat said matter-of-factly.
It's still a cat at heart; even if it becomes Demons, it can't escape its own nature.
The Black Cat removed its tall, pointed hat, revealing its cute little head, and said seriously:
"The price is all of this."
Was the price to become a cat? Robbie's heart sank.