"War and bloodshed."
"For their own ambitions and desires, the blood of countless soldiers has forged the authority atop the crown."
"I have seen nations reduced to flames, countless heroes sacrificed in vain. After losing so much, I find it hard to trust anyone else."
On the Alliance's airship, King Varian scribbled some notes on a piece of paper. Below the airship, thousands of sails stood on the sea, the Alliance fleet heading to attack the Tomb of Sargeras.
Parallel to the Alliance fleet were Sylvanas's Fel Elves and Forsaken, with Sylvanas's airship facing the Alliance airships from afar.
"Oh my god, what is that?"
The soldiers outside the window cried out in alarm, Varian quickly ran out to check.
From the direction of the Broken Shore, a green pillar of Fel shot straight into the sky, forming a terrifying vortex.
The power of Fel formed a vast green cloud that enveloped the entire island and obscured the sky, including the bright moon.
Compared to this, Dalaran, floating beside the pillar of Fel and casting spells, appeared so insignificant.
"Is this the power of Illidan? It's terrifying. No wonder he was so confident in attacking the Tomb of Sargeras."
Varian felt even more confident about the upcoming victory. Coincidentally, Sylvanas, Horde airship nearby, also came out of the room, Anjing watched the pillar of Fel for a while, and then smiled sweetly at Varian.
Sylvanas was no longer in her Banshee form, but in a captivating Fel Body, her face beautiful and her figure slender. Varian's heart fluttered; he was actually tempted. Such a beautiful woman, if only he could...
Putting aside this absurd idea, Varian focused intently on the direction of the Broken Shore.
The leaders of the Alliance and the Horde were unaware that Aman'Thul feared the Moon Goddess's spying, which was why he used Fel energy to cover the sky. This spectacular celestial phenomenon was merely a smokescreen.
Varian was puzzled as to why there was no reaction from the direction of Tomb of Sargeras despite Illidan making such a commotion.
Suddenly, Varian felt a profound Anjing descend upon the world. The airship froze in mid-air, its propellers ceased spinning, and all the soldiers stood motionless. Time seemed to stand still.
What's going on?
Varian felt a chill run down his spine. He looked helplessly at the Horde airship beside him. Sylvanas was also motionless, her hair flying, looking heroic and graceful, her figure curvaceous, like a beautiful doll.
Strange sounds echoed in Varian's ears.
"A beautiful woman, you really want her, don't you?"
"Who are you?" Varian asked in terror.
"Don't be afraid, I mean you no harm." The strange voice sounded again, its gender indistinguishable. "If you want this woman, just walk over, and she will be yours."
A rainbow-shaped bridge appeared between the two airships. "Look, she won't resist. A beautiful woman, the Horde's Warchief, you can have her. Come, unleash your desires, don't let worldly morality bind you. You are a King, you can do whatever you want."
Varian was almost across when he suddenly realized it was a trap. If he actually stepped onto the Rainbow Bridge, he would probably fall from the sky and be smashed to pieces.
"Are you Demons from the Tomb of Sargeras? Are you tempting me?" Varian remembered something; the Tomb of Sargeras's counterattack had finally arrived—a Demons scheme.
"Oh no, tempting you to fall is just a lowly Demons's trick."
That voice echoed in Varian's ears once more:
"Our life forms are vastly different. Killing you would be effortless for me; there's no need for scheming. In my Judgment Court Domain, anything is possible. You just need to confront the desires in your heart. Look, you've missed a golden opportunity; it's too late for regrets now."
The rainbow bridge had vanished, Varian was immediately overwhelmed with regret.
The voice echoed softly, "Every life, every creature, is equal in my eyes. I am willing to give them end-of-life care so that they can reach the end of their lives without regrets. The desires of ordinary soldiers are easily satisfied, but you are a King. I want to see the true regrets in your heart."
Varian suddenly felt completely exposed, including his deepest, most hidden secrets. Sweat soaked through his clothes. Varian wiped the sweat from his brow, and that annoying voice came again:
"I see. You're afraid, you're uneasy, you always feel insecure. You're worried your identity will be exposed. Don't worry, everyone who knew your secret is gone. That's probably it. So, who are you afraid of? You risked entering the Broken Shore because of this worry in your heart."
A beam of light landed beside Varian, first transforming into the image of Medivh, then into a ferocious-looking Thrall, followed by the cunning Gul'dan, the Lich King Arthas, Deathwing, Hogger, and others.
Varian knew perfectly well that these were all illusions, and remained unmoved.
"Strange, none of these are what you fear most." The voice seemed slightly puzzled. "I clearly see through all your secrets. Oh, I see, hehe, an interesting answer. The cunning of living beings almost fooled me."
The pillar of light transformed into a young man. Varian knew it was an illusion, but he still instinctively took a step back.
Prince Anduin.
"A King's greatest fear is actually his own son. Indeed, there are no fathers or sons under the throne." The voice chuckled. "King Majesty, you should know that the true forms of us high-ranking Demons are hidden deep within the Void. What's in the Tomb of Sargeras is merely an avatar. Its demise is insignificant. But if you die, then you are truly dead."
"Are you trying to persuade me to run away?" Varian said solemnly, "For Azeroth, I would rather sacrifice myself."
"That sounds nice, Your King. If I were you, I would immediately turn the ship around and become a clever deserter, making your boring lives a little more interesting. You have no idea what kind of battle you are facing. You may think this is Demons's trick, but it is actually sincere advice. This is not a game for lowly creatures like you."
"Lowly creatures?" Varian clenched his fist indignantly. "I'll show you what lowly creatures are capable of!"
"If you insist on doing so, then you're welcome to join this game."
The sound disappeared, and everything around quickly returned to normal. The airship moved forward, its propellers spinning rapidly. For some reason, Varian noticed that the soldiers around him all wore expressions of satisfaction.
"What just happened to you?" Varian asked.
"King Majesty," a young soldier said shyly, "I think I had a dream, a dream of being with my beloved Lisa. The dream was so beautiful that dying here would be worthwhile."
Varian wondered if what the Demons had just said was true.
Just then, the Horde's airship cautiously approached, signaling with flags.
As the two airships approached, Sylvanas leaped over them with a graceful and captivating movement.