"Anthony!" A sudden cry of surprise made the old mage pause. He looked over and saw Archbishop Faol.
"Archbishop Faol, it's been a long time!" Anthony smiled at Faol. The two old men hurried toward each other, then shared a great hug.
"Dalaran has joined the Holy Church too!" Faol released Anthony, looking rather excited. He and Anthony were old friends from the same generation. Although one was a mage and the other a priest, that had never stopped them from becoming close friends.
"Yes, my old friend. In this age, the Holy Church is the beacon lighting the way forward," Anthony said with a soft sigh.
Faol nodded in agreement. "As a fellow priest, I feel deeply ashamed when I compare myself to them. What they have accomplished is unprecedented in Azeroth's ten thousand years of history. While we were emphasizing personal virtue, they had already found an entirely new, bright path for this world." The two little old men sighed together.
Meanwhile, the frozen atmosphere in the hall began to thaw. "Jaina, have you been doing all right lately?" Uther walked over to Jaina and asked softly. Aside from him, Arthas's mentor, the person most saddened by Arthas's fall had to be his childhood sweetheart.
"Master Uther, I'm all right. But you must be terribly disappointed now. After all, Arthas was your finest student." Jaina held back her own sorrow as she tried to comfort Uther.
"I tried to stop him, but I also abandoned him, and he ended up taking the wrong path. As his teacher, I failed to fulfill my responsibility." Uther had intended to comfort Jaina, but now he lowered his head in dejection.
"All right, everyone. Let's not make this rare gathering so somber. The mistakes have already been made. Now we must use