Things Are Getting Stranger

Standing at the door was Azshara.

Whenever the Naga Queen appeared beside Tonatiuh, she was usually wrapped in this kind of full-body cloak. Once she put it on, aside from her figure revealing that she was female, it was nearly impossible to make out her appearance.

That way, the Light of Lights, whose beauty had already been restored, would not have to go around killing with her looks... Her beauty was lethally effective against creatures with similar standards of beauty. Such as all kinds of elves, or humans who liked elven features...

Azshara had all the trolls and humans in City Hall leave, except for Shandris and Tonatiuh.

Because the speculation she wanted to share was very private, and she did not want outsiders to know about it.

Only after the room was left with the three of them did Azshara remove her cloak, revealing her breathtakingly beautiful face, forever bearing its lofty expression.

Looking at Azshara's face, Shandris sighed inwardly—if Azshara had not gone astray back then, what path would the Kaldorei have taken? With that face alone, she could have made countless Kaldorei willingly brave fire and water for her.

But Shandris did not know that the Light of Lights had been far more captivating back then than she was now. Even those powerful Highborne mages had willingly fallen at the hem of her moon-white gown, becoming Her Majesty's dogs.

Though her face had not changed.

Azshara's allure had actually declined greatly.

Back then, Shandris had merely been the daughter of an ordinary Kaldorei commoner. She had never been able to approach Azshara and behold the Queen's face, nor did she know what the Light of Lights had truly been like in those days.

She had only seen Azshara's graceful silhouette from afar when Malfurion battled her with