The miraculous scene before him shook Medivh to his core. As he watched the boy, naked after his resurrection, blush with embarrassment once his initial excitement had faded, some of Medivh's guilt eased, and a trace of affection appeared in his eyes.
Thank goodness things weren't beyond repair. Otherwise, I would have spent the rest of my life drowning in guilt and self-reproach, Medivh thought. He had been utterly unaware of the powerful demon within him, and that left him deeply doubtful of his own abilities.
That night, Medivh returned to the Royal Palace and gathered in its sitting room with his childhood friends, Lothar and Llane. As he listened to them recount everything that had happened while he was being controlled, relief mingled with a ripple of unease in his heart.
"So the kingdom's nobles are practically all gone now? Those who could escape fled, and those who couldn't were locked up by the Holy Church?" Medivh asked thoughtfully.
"Yes!" Llane replied with a smile.
"Was this your decision, Your Majesty?" Medivh looked at the composed Llane.
"Of course, Medivh. Only after coming into contact with the Holy Church did I understand that this kingdom belongs neither to me nor to the nobles, but to all the people of the Stormwind Kingdom. My task is to lead it toward a more prosperous and glorious future. Beyond that, I care little for anything else." Llane looked sincerely at the silent Medivh.
"Then, since this is your decision, Your Majesty, I will support you without hesitation." Medivh considered it for a moment and took a deep breath. All three of them had matured considerably after the incident with the Dark Portal.
What the three did not know, however, was that the mass flight of nobles from the Stormwind Kingdom had caused