The situation in Darkshire was extremely complicated, and its surroundings were even more dangerous than Westfall.
Undead, ogres, and worgen were far harder to deal with than the Defias, murlocs, and kobolds.
The Necromancer's plot, the origins of the Black Knight, the whereabouts of the Scythe of Elune, the mystery behind the appearance of the worgen, Karazhan's influence, the Defias Brotherhood lurking in the shadows-Duskwood held far too many secrets. Its web of connections was so complicated that Shawn could never unravel them one by one without working himself to death.
His only option was to cut through the tangled mess with bold, sweeping action. Whatever was involved, he would deal with it all at once.
That required formidable, even overwhelming strength.
Shawn rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.
Although he had come up with plenty of ideas, even after racking his brains, he still had little confidence.
But no matter what, he had to give it a serious try, or he would never be able to accept the outcome.
Giving up without doing anything was not Shawn's style.
Following Shawn's plan, Valeera went to find the Necromancer who had been hiding in Duskwood for years.
In another timeline, that Necromancer had been Shawn's good friend. Of course, in this timeline, Shawn had never had any dealings with him.
He was Meryl Winterstorm.
In the current timeline, Meryl Winterstorm had died 2,800 years ago during the war between the human-elf alliance and the Amani Trolls. Out of wartime necessity, Meryl had resurrected himself as an undead and continued fighting.
He was the first Necromancer in human history. In fact, he was also the first mage in human history.
He had lived for 2,800 years, and he had been involved in everything from the founding of the Magic City