The West Wing fell just like that.
Shandris Feathermoon ordered the ogre clan to return to the North Wing, then had the Feathermoon Sentinels clear the battlefield and sweep the entire West Wing clean.
Archmage Estulan gathered the Shen'dralar Zealots with the help of the Shen'dralar Mages under his command, trying to bring them to their senses and persuade them to rejoin the night elves.
Jaina and King Varian seemed to have something else to discuss. The two had slipped off somewhere for a private conversation.
Broll Bearmantle went to the Central Gardens, intending to plant the branch Tendris Warpwood had left behind at its very center, then bless it with nature's power. He hoped it would grow quickly and become the city's new Ancient Protector.
Shawn, meanwhile, quietly sought out Magna Aegwynn and Valeera Sanguinar and pulled them aside.
"I have a plan," Shawn said quietly.
Aegwynn smiled gently. "Shawn, you don't need to be so cautious. There are only three of us here. No one else can hear you."
Shawn chuckled. "Right, right. Force of habit. Here's the thing: I don't think we should let Doomhound Immol'thar go to waste. There's still plenty of magic in its body. We ought to make the most of it."
Aegwynn said calmly, "So you stopped Varian from killing Immol'thar because you wanted to drain its magic? Shawn, a mage must never develop a magical addiction, much less absorb magical power he cannot control. You're... still too weak. Immol'thar's magic is far too vast for you."
Shawn hastily waved his hands. "No, no, no! I don't need Immol'thar's magic. My appetite's too small to stomach all that. But Lady Aegwynn, you can! You're a legendary archmage. You once possessed magical power countless times greater than Immol'thar's. You've lost it now, but given