The map kept shifting as Medivh pointed to different places.
Countless markers crowded its surface.
Although Medivh had not explained them, Rex knew what each marker meant: a point in time where something had gone wrong.
Many of the markers bore the same place names, but represented different times.
"With a crisis this serious, have we contacted the other members of the Alliance?" Rex asked after taking a look.
This was not something the Kingdom of Gilneas could resolve alone. No-even if all humanity fought together, the outcome would remain uncertain.
There were too many. Far too many places had problems.
Where had the Infinite Dragonflight found enough manpower to attack all these places and alter their histories?
"We don't need to handle that. The Bronze Dragonflight has already gone to contact them." This time, it was King Genn who spoke, not Medivh.
He sat wearily in his chair, looking at Rex with worry written all over his face.
"Yes, the places we need to support have already been assigned. Here, and here-these are all our responsibility." Medivh moved his finger away from Stormwind City and pointed to Stromgarde and Gilneas City.
Rex studied the map carefully and found that most of the areas Medivh indicated lay within the Kingdom of Gilneas's current territory.
From that, Rex deduced that the other kingdoms had received similar assignments. They would resolve problems in past timelines within the boundaries of their own territories.
"A larger territory brings its own problems," Rex sighed. King Genn's worried expression clearly stemmed from the sheer number of places the Kingdom of Gilneas had to handle-twice as many as the other kingdoms.
Problems that should originally have fallen to the Kingdom of Lordaeron and the Kingdom of Alterac now rested on the Kingdom of Gilneas's shoulders.
No, even