"Our stance? The Holy Church treats everyone equally, Prince Kael'thas. If you have time, you should visit the Holy City. Almost all the races of Azeroth live there, and everyone gets along harmoniously. I imagine the future of Azeroth will look much the same."
Alleria's answer undoubtedly piqued Kael'thas's interest.
"Oh! Is that so? The Holy City seems quite close to Quel'Thalas. Why don't we go now? It's been a long time since I returned to the Kingdom to see my father, too."
Seeing how eager Kael'thas was, the Windrunner Sisters all smiled. "There's no rush. Who knows how long it would take us to get back on our own? Once things here are settled, I'll request a Flying Shuttle from the Holy Church. We can fly back in less than two days."
"That fast?" Kael'thas was rather startled. In the past, a round trip had taken him at least a month or two, yet now the journey had been shortened so dramatically.
The three sisters felt rather pleased with themselves at Kael'thas's surprise. "Hehe, that's nothing. Once we reach the Holy City, we'll show you plenty more new things."
While the four of them discussed their return journey, the royal capital of Quel'Thalas lay beneath the moon, enduring its most brutal assault in a thousand years.
Having seen no war for over a thousand years, the royal capital of Quel'Thalas had lax defenses. No one had ever considered that an enemy might attack at night.
When the warning bells rang throughout the city, some of the High Elves who had been awakened were still bewildered. They had no idea what had happened, only that the racket was keeping them from sleeping so late at night.
Only when uninterrupted screams filled the city did everyone realize something was wrong.
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