Northrend.
Arthas saw another group of people running into his territory and stormed out, somewhat displeased.
"Ah, Jaina!" He was delighted to see his old lover again, though there were several more people beside her.
Besides Deren, the man who had come last time, there were also several Elves.
"Long time no see, Jaina." The Death Knight greeted her warmly before looking at the others.
"Let's find somewhere to talk. Is that Arator here?" Jaina asked, then pointed at Alleria. "His mother has returned. Alleria, a hero of the Sons of Lothar Expeditionary Force. You should have seen her statue at Stormwind City's gates."
"Alleria?" He carefully examined the Elf woman at the front and realized she truly was a hero of the Expeditionary Force. He could not help but feel respect. After all, he had grown up listening to stories of the Expeditionary Force. Now, a living hero stood before him. Though his dead heart could no longer beat, he still felt a surge of excitement.
He gave her a Lordaeron military salute to express his respect for this hero. Then he led them toward the valley. "Please follow me."
They arrived once more at the cave where they had spoken last time. Arthas stepped outside, and before long, he returned with a boy of around ten. The child was pale and gaunt all over, his expression numb, nothing like a living person.
"This is Arator!" Vereesa introduced him to her eldest sister dryly.
"He... how did he become like this?" Alleria recognized at once that he was her child.
Vereesa had no choice but to explain once again what had happened over the years, while Sylvanas confirmed that her younger sister's story was true.
Upon seeing Alleria, the Undead boy became so excited that he wanted to hug