Bitter winds swept past as Rex strode ahead, his golden helmet and armor reflecting a dazzling glare beneath the brilliant sunlight.
Gazing out at the countless towering ancient trees, Rex ignored the beautiful sea of green and took a glowing green crystal ball from his Spatial Ring.
At Rex's mental command, the crystal ball began to hum loudly. A hazy light spread across its surface, and images appeared within the glowing green sphere.
The images raced across the crystal ball like fleeting sunlight, moving too quickly for the naked eye to make out any details.
Yet Rex watched the crystal ball with unwavering concentration, his expression solemn, as though he were studying some priceless treasure.
"Still nothing. Where has Tichondrius gone?" After a long while, the images vanished and the crystal ball returned to its glowing green state. Rex let out a disappointed sigh.
Putting away the crystal ball, he lightly patted the Netherwing King beneath him. The Netherwing King began to gallop, hooves pounding. Ahead of Rex, the road broke off into a deep ravine, but the Netherwing King did not slow in the slightest. In the blink of an eye, the mount charged off the edge and leaped into the air, while Rex kept his gaze steady on the way ahead.
Pale blue light appeared along the Netherwing King's sides, forming a pair of ethereal wings. The transparent blue wings beat steadily without obstructing his view at all.
Time ticked by, and a swift figure flashed across the sky. Much later, a mounted silhouette hovered motionless in the air.
Rex stared toward Twin Peaks before slowly drawing his gaze back and looking at Arthas's distant undead army. He had searched the entire surrounding area, but there was still no sign of Tichondrius. Rex knew his judgment had been