Ah, Andorhal (19)

"How long can I last in a plague this thick?"

"The modifications aren't complete yet. Even with the oxygen stored in your lungs, you can walk for forty-seven minutes and twenty seconds at most before you run short of air. The undead soldiers ahead are all puppets and skeletons that don't need to breathe. I'm afraid you can't withstand the conditions in there."

"An hour? That's enough."

Roderick knew the situation was dire. The undead commander had made one move and thrown the human forces into crisis.

Alixie was no match for the legendary Lich. The gap in their power meant she could only hold him off for as long as possible. Araj had already been the stronger of the two, and the enormous magic array made him stronger still. If Alixie fell, the priests on the ground would be routed in an instant. And if the poisonous fog spread, the entire army would have no choice but to retreat.

He had to destroy the array's nodes as quickly as possible. If Alixie was driven back, no one here could withstand a single blow from the Lich. That was warfare in Azeroth: magic allowed one person to turn the tide. A single legendary Lich could halt the humans' unstoppable advance.

He waved to Remilia, gave Abbendis a reassuring gesture, and charged without hesitation into the undead-controlled zone, now stained a sickly green.

Abbendis tried to follow Roderick into danger, but the Raven Guard Knights' commanders blocked her path.

"Have faith in Roderick. He'll do it."

Augustine spoke steadily. Arnold nodded along, with no doubt that their commander would return safely.

Abbendis felt as though she were back at that heartbreaking moment in Stratholme. Once again, she could only watch him face it all alone while she waited.

"Just wait for