Disaster Relief in Action

"Y-you... Has nothing happened to your Karazhan?"

On Deadwind Pass, Medan could hardly believe his eyes as he looked at the bustling town teeming with people.

In this timeline, the area around Karazhan Tower—towns that, in the ordained timeline, had long since been destroyed and left behind countless ghosts and undead—was still bustling with life.

Medivh glanced at this bargain-bin son of his. "Is there something wrong with your eyes? Look at the natural environment all along Deadwind Pass. Do you think nothing happened here?"

Well, the weather and lighting throughout the Deadwind Pass region were still incredibly gloomy. One look told him the place had been severely affected.

That was precisely what astonished Medan. Seeing Deadwind Pass in such a bleak state, he knew Karazhan in this timeline had suffered disaster too. Yet the ruined towns surrounding Karazhan had actually been rebuilt, and refugees even dared to return?

"We have secret weapons. You don't... And what can I say? Compared to your ordained-destiny timeline, we cherish our world more. Reconstruction and revival have always been top priorities."

Meryl Winterwind, walking beside Medivh, smiled and led Medan into the main hall of Karazhan Tower.

"Wait, wait... Who exactly is the current Guardian? My father or you? And in your timeline, the Guardians are still being passed down?"

Medan was already losing track of the situation. The disparity between the two timelines was simply too enormous. So many basic assumptions had been completely overturned, leaving him deeply troubled.

"Tsk, tsk. As the son of another me, have you always been this impatient? Looks like the other me never fulfilled his responsibilities as a father... We'll explain everything slowly after lunch. Moroes! Moroes! Where did you run off to? Time to eat!"

Hearing his master's call, the undead butler Moroes immediately appeared