Tichondrius's wings were sent back to Suramar City and hung high atop its walls. Grand Magistrix Elisande wanted everyone to see her resolve to fight the Burning Legion to the bitter end. As for Azar's heroic deeds? She had sealed off the news.
"Thalyssra, how are things in the city now?"
"Madam Speaker, ever since you ordered the demon commander's wings hung up, the atmosphere of panic in the city has completely vanished."
"Good. What do you think of Azar's appearance?"
"It is certainly a good thing for resisting the demons, but not necessarily for us."
"It is good that you see it that way. Remember, we must preserve the traditions of the nobility. Those country bumpkins from Eldre'Thalas must not be allowed to take the opportunity to swallow us up."
Late at night, Thalyssra, cloaked in black, appeared at the home of Yamila, the Chief Illusionist.
"Aren't you afraid of being followed, coming here like this?" Yamila grumbled as she cast a spatial barrier.
"Don't worry. I was very careful. No one followed me, and Elisande trusts me greatly now."
"What did you come here for?"
"I have important news."
"About His Highness the Prince?"
"Yes. Elisande is on guard against His Highness the Prince."
"That damned old woman, still refusing to give up even now!"
"Is there anything I need to do?"
"No. Continue being loyal to her. Remember! Do nothing."
"Understood. I have already learned the whereabouts of the Eye of Aman'Thul."
"Where is it?"
"Elisande has stored it in a separate secret chamber."
"Do nothing! This could be a trap."
"I understand. There is a meeting tomorrow. Do I need to keep opposing you?"
"Tomorrow, you remain silent!"
Today, the Council of Mages' 108 Magisters and 21 Grand Magisters had gathered in Suramar City's civic hall