Your Skulls Shall Adorn N'Zoth's Twisted Throne

Fine murmurs echoed through the air. Staring at the bizarre branch wrapped in red light, Tyrande took a long while before forcibly steadying herself. She turned to look at the sleeping Fandral Staghelm, her expression shifting uncertainly.

Though there were no words or traces to confirm it, Tyrande had a premonition that this bizarre branch within Fandral Staghelm's sleeping chamber was likely the source of Teldrassil and Darnassus's cursed corruption.

"Go summon Rasorius and the others. Tell them something has happened here. Also, do not let Zul'ra Jin come over." Feeling that she needed to inform the Cenarion Circle, Tyrande ordered her subordinates to fetch them. At the same time, she gave a special warning. If her suspicion was correct, letting the Troll get involved in this matter would not end well.

The huntress departed with Tyrande's orders. People soon arrived, but they were not druids from the Cenarion Circle. They were Leiana and Astellia. Astellia was relatively calm, but the moment Leiana arrived, she transformed into a black panther and attacked Tyrande and her guards.

Caught off guard, the black panther Leiana had become instantly pounced upon and bit two Kaldorei archers to death. The scene descended into chaos until Tyrande and Astellia, who was a druid herself, intervened and finally subdued the black panther.

"Leiana, have you lost your mind?" After examining the two guards lying in pools of blood, Tyrande turned the starlight in her eyes upon Leiana, who had been pinned to the ground and was still struggling wildly, and demanded an answer.

"Mother, what is wrong with you?" Astellia Staghelm, Fandral's granddaughter and Valstann's daughter, returned from bear form to her humanoid form. Looking at her mother, still in black panther form and pinned down by the huntresses as she continued to struggle, the female