A Meeting Between Children of the Planes

"Teacher! Reinforcements! Reinforcements!"

Watching the Scarlet Crusade and the Forsaken rebels slowly retreat, Nath Pallas pointed excitedly at the Dragon Riders soaring through the sky.

Standing atop a heap of corpses, with broken bows scattered at her feet, Sylvanas looked up at the sky. No one noticed the crystal-clear tear sliding down the Queen's tear-streaked face.

"You finally came..."

The Forsaken were all caught up in their joy, and no one heard Sylvanas murmur to herself. She quickly composed herself and ordered her subordinates to clear the battlefield and rebuild their defenses.

Rexxar didn't have the Dragon Riders land, since that would undoubtedly have been suicide. After dropping a third of their bombs, he led them in a circle above the Forsaken camp before disappearing over the horizon. Though the Dragon Riders had left, the fire in the Forsaken's hearts had been rekindled, and no one could extinguish it.

"What's going on?"

Taelan's once resolute, alert eyes were now shrouded in gloom. Just meeting his gaze sent a chill down one's spine. His voice brimmed with anger, and Reno was already trembling at the sound. Yet another person, who shouldn't have been there at all, seemed completely unconcerned.

"Balnazzar, don't worry. So what if Sylvanas has reinforcements? She's already at the end of her rope. One charge tomorrow will be enough to finish her off. By then, her reinforcements will only be arriving to collect her corpse."

The one who revealed Taelan's true identity was none other than the Terror Demon King who had defected to Sylvanas, Varimathras. His rebels could clearly fight in the dark, yet Varimathras had insisted that they wait until tomorrow to resume the battle.

It was plain that Varimathras and Balnazzar weren't on the same side. Or rather, a Terror Demon King could never