Because the Scourge had remained inactive for several days, most of Dalaran had let down their guard.
But the higher-ups were not so easily lulled into complacency.
The moment the massive tremor struck, Ye Ting, who had remained in the Violet Citadel, reacted immediately and rushed to the main hall on the castle's first floor.
Among Dalaran's upper ranks, he alone understood the Scourge best. Naturally, he was also the most wary of them.
Judging from the tremor just now, its source lay beneath the castle. And what was beneath the castle?
"Dalaran Vault!"
Realizing the most likely source of the problem, Ye Ting accelerated again, repeatedly using the short-range teleportation spell Blink as he hurried there.
However, when he reached the entrance to the Dalaran Vault, he was stopped by the seal at the door.
"Did the tremor come from here?"
Without wasting time on pleasantries, Ye Ting bluntly questioned the guards stationed at the entrance.
"That's right, Lord Sandor. The tremor came from inside the door just now." One of the guards hurriedly answered, "There was suddenly this huge rumble, like something enormous had collapsed inside."
"Do you have a way to open the door?"
"No." The guard shook his head. "The vault door requires at least three councilors working together to open it. How could small fry like us possibly have a way to open it?"
"Damn it. This door has become an obstacle for us now."
Ye Ting grumbled bitterly, then gave a loud command.
"Quickly send some people to fetch the councilors. The faster, the better!"
"Yes, my lord!"
From Ye Ting's words, the guards realized the gravity of the situation. They accepted the order and hurried off toward various parts of the castle.
At the same time, their captain pulled a magical bell from