Shalzaru was dead, and all three thousand Hatecrest Naga on the Isle of Dread had been wiped out. A few scattered Hatecrest Naga still remained along the surrounding coastline and in the shallows, but there were too few to pose a threat-three to five hundred at most.
Feathermoon Stronghold would not even need to concern itself with them, because the Sea Giants were certain to keep hunting down the Hatecrest Naga. Before long, peace would return to the coast of Feralas, and Feathermoon Stronghold would have one fewer major enemy.
Next came clearing the battlefield.
The Naga had once been Night Elves, their kin in ancient times, so the Night Elves would not disturb the bodies of the Hatecrest Naga. They had no such reservations about the goods the Naga had plundered and stockpiled, however.
A small number of Sentinels remained on guard while the majority began clearing the battlefield.
Jaina thanked the Sea Giants, who were busy mopping up the remaining Hatecrest Naga. The Water Elementals were dismissed, and exhaustion showed plainly on Jaina's face.
Even with the Sea Giants' help, summoning over a hundred Water Elementals at once had depleted her mana.
"Shandris, I need to rest for two days before I can go to Dire Maul," Jaina said.
Shandris Feathermoon nodded. "Then rest at Feathermoon Stronghold for two days. After that, we'll discuss how to infiltrate Dire Maul."
Jaina nodded, then mounted a Gryphon and flew toward Feathermoon Stronghold.
Shawn, meanwhile, approached Shalzaru's body. He gazed at the staff still clenched in Shalzaru's hand, longing written across his face.
Then he glanced at Shandris. Seeing her smile, Shawn sheepishly picked up the staff.
``` Sharzaru's Hatecrest Naga Staff. Blue quality, superior equipment. Spirit +3, intellect +3, casting speed +3, spell power +3.
Special effect: Summons the Soul