The situation in Peace Town was being wrapped up and no longer concerned Rex. Darrowshire, however, still required him to go and persuade King Genn.
After leaving the world of the Warcraft System, Rex was in excellent spirits, but he had no intention of entering the Royal Palace to make his case that day.
King Genn attached great importance to Darrowshire, and Rex might not succeed in persuading him.
It was rare for Rex to be in such a good mood, and he did not want to invite trouble and turn that good mood sour.
Rex was in high spirits, but others were in a thoroughly foul mood: the people of Dalaran.
From humanity's perspective, the great victory at Peace Town was a result everyone wanted to see. From Dalaran's perspective alone, however, it was anything but good news.
Dalaran!
Inside the towering Mage Tower, Rhonin's brow was tightly furrowed.
He had received the news quite some time ago and had worn that same expression ever since. Counting it up, half a day had already passed.
Vereesa walked quietly to Rhonin's side, reached out, and gently stroked him. "What's wrong? You've been frowning all this time. Is something troubling you?" she asked softly.
Vereesa had not been in Dalaran recently, having returned to Quel'Thalas, so she knew little about its current situation. Seeing Rhonin's troubled expression now made her heart ache.
Rhonin relaxed his brow a little and glanced at Vereesa beside him. He reached out to take her hand, shook his head gently, and said, "Nothing. It's nothing serious."
"If it's nothing serious, why do you look like that?"
"Tell me. What exactly happened?" Vereesa was not satisfied with Rhonin's answer at all and pressed him again.
"Did you know a city has been built east of Dalaran?" Rhonin