Footsteps echoed through the quiet courtyard. Rex paced back and forth, while a glowing magic circle not far from him radiated a vast expanse of white light.
The magic circle had already been activated, and the attempt to capture Netherwing as a mount was underway. Rex, however, had little part in it. In an environment like the Twisting Nether, he could not bring his strength to bear at all. Going along would accomplish nothing and would only force the Archmage to divide his attention to protect him. The wisest course was to wait here for the outcome.
Time ticked by. Rex sat in a chair and began waiting quietly. He attached great importance to this capture attempt. It was the key to whether he could become a true Paladin.
Suddenly, Rex rose from his chair, where he had been resting his forehead on his hand. In just a few strides, he left the room and stepped outside. His eyes instinctively turned toward Kalimdor. Then he closed them tightly and began to sense what was happening.
It was an astonishing aura. From distant Kalimdor, it had reached the Eastern Kingdoms, crossing the Great Sea for Rex to sense it. How extraordinary was that?
At the very moment Rex sensed this aura, the powerful figures throughout Azeroth all felt a premonition. Anyone who had reached Hero Rank could sense it faintly, but to perceive it clearly required the strength of a Demigod.
The fluctuations rippled outward continuously, resonating with the world. No, rather than resonating with the world, they had provoked its revulsion. Rex took out the Ashbringer he had put away, bolstering his strength.
As soon as the Ashbringer appeared, Rex eagerly poured Holy Light into it. The sword devoured the steady stream of Holy Light, then released a surge of