Victory? Defeat?

"If you're still hung up on grudges from ten thousand years ago and refuse to consider the Night Elves' current predicament, I'll leave at once." Azshara had been a queen for too long and was never known for her patience. If that man, Deren, had not told her that the only path left was "great elven unity," then although she could never regain her former power, her position as the acknowledged leader of all elves would be secure.

"I am Verina Star-wrath, from Sindra, and the queen of king Kael'thas of Quel'Thalas. On behalf of the High Elves and Sindra Elves, under someone's organization, I have come to support our Night Elf kin in their time of need." The Sindra Elf who had just rescued Tyrande also declared her identity and stance.

"Mother, at a time like this, the Night Elves must remain united to withstand the Orc Invasion. They certainly won't be satisfied with occupying Ashenvale alone. Other regions are within the scope of their aggression as well." From a practical standpoint, Shandris supported the aid Azshara had brought.

Tyrande's memories of the War of the Ancients gradually began to awaken. She coldly sized up Azshara, then noticed the problem. "For ten thousand years, you hid beneath the sea, and later you hid in Theramore. Why have you come out again now? Do you want to restore the glory of the High Elves?"

Azshara struck her most alluring pose, casually smoothing the long hair that had regrown. Her gaze was dreamy and contemplative. "Hasn't ten thousand years been enough punishment for the mistakes I made? Do you think I look like this now by chance? It is the blessing of goddess Elune."

"Elune?" Worthy of being the High Priestess, Tyrande immediately grasped the meaning of the oracle she had