Uldir, central ring platform.
Prophet Zul truly could not hold on any longer. Neither he nor his elite Blood Trolls had the strength to sustain the blood shield.
With a crisp cracking sound, the hemispherical blood shield abruptly vanished, exposing the Blood Trolls within to the Alliance and Horde armies.
"Surrender, Zul. As the king of Zandalar, I guarantee that you will receive a fair trial. Do not remain so stubborn. Resist the blood corruption G'huun has inflicted upon you. Think of yourself! Think of Zandalar!"
King Rastakhan stepped out from the Horde formation, stood at the edge of the circular platform, and shouted down into the hall.
"If you want to prove that you are right, Rastakhan, then come down here. Just you and me. Let us see who the final victor will be."
Zul's hoarse, low voice rang out. Judging by his attitude, he seemed to want to settle this with a one-on-one duel.
"Will you truly not reconsider? Sign a contract, and I can let you wield the power of death."
The Loa Death God Bwonsamdi suddenly appeared beside King Rastakhan and began urging the king of Zandalar to sign a contract.
"My father will never sign any contract with you, Bwonsamdi. Leave now, or else..." Princess Talanji immediately stepped forward and stared coldly at the manifested Bwonsamdi.
"Oh? Or else what, little girl?" Bwonsamdi turned his skull-masked face toward Princess Talanji.
"Or I will force you to leave, Bwonsamdi. Now, you heard her."
A powerful gust swept over Bwonsamdi. Behind Princess Talanji, the head of a Tyrant Dragon emerged, covered in a golden mask and armor, distinctly Zandalari in style.
Bwonsamdi let out several grating laughs and drifted backward a short distance.
"Ah, Rezan, what a pleasure to see you. It seems you enjoy playing the