A Sudden Blizzard

"Oh! Let him come over!"

The confident Kael'thas waved to the fire phoenix, Oh. Oh immediately stopped attacking the raven, but didn't leave. Instead, he beat his wings and hovered in midair, his two slender, wind-bright eyes fixed on the raven. The purple-feathered bird felt as though thorns were pricking its back, and was deeply uncomfortable.

But there was nothing for it. With no choice but to do as it was told, the purple-feathered raven flapped over to Kael'thas. Two warriors immediately stepped out from behind him and shielded him. Kael'thas didn't stop them. When facing someone whose allegiance was unknown, it was best to be cautious. He wasn't the sort to be careless.

Once the purple-feathered raven reached Kael'thas, its wings flashed, and purple feathers swirled around it. In the blink of an eye, the feathers fell to the ground. The raven was gone, replaced by an elderly human standing before them, dressed in a dark purple robe and holding an ebony staff. Long white whiskers covered his face, and his manner was gentle.

"Medivh?!"

When the raven returned to human form, Kael'thas cried out in shock. He knew that face very well. Although Medivh had never been part of Dalaran, he had been a Guardian and was gentle by nature, always happy to share his knowledge with human mages. So it was only natural that Kael'thas, a former member of the Kirin Tor Council, knew Medivh and had some dealings with him.

"No, that can't be! You're not Medivh! Medivh died in Karazhan twelve years ago. Who are you?!"

But Kael'thas quickly rejected his own conclusion. The assault on Karazhan had long since become common knowledge, and Aegwynn, who had taken part in it and was Medivh's mother, had confirmed it herself. That was why, despite recognizing Medivh,