"I don't know. I hope it isn't!" Lor'themar's heart skipped a beat, and he spoke with concern.
He certainly did not want something he had been using as an excuse all this time to turn out to be true. That would be disastrous.
"You haven't received any news at all?" Lothar asked.
"No!" Lor'themar said, shaking his head. He truly had received no news at all. All the quickest, most accurate news he received from afar came through the Gryphon Riders or owls from Proudmoore.
Lothar nodded in disappointment. He believed Lor'themar, but what could have made the elves' frontline commander willingly abandon her troops and rush off to deal with it? Lothar was weighed down with worry. He feared that the entire Elf Expeditionary Army from Quel'Thalas would be recalled home.
In fact, he was not the only one harboring such suspicions. Admiral Daelin, over at Proudmoore, had also spent his recent days worrying and wondering. Neither man knew that the other shared the same concern.
Lothar and his party had arrived at Refuge Valley with heavy hearts, and they left with even heavier ones.
After seeing Lothar and the others off, Lor'themar returned to his quarters, troubled as well. After thinking for a while, he finally decided to send someone back to Quel'Thalas to see whether something had happened. Whatever it was, he would feel more at ease once he knew.
Inside a secret chamber at Windrunner Spire, Quel'Thalas.
"Sis, you've been studying that thing for two months now. It's no use. The energy inside simply can't be absorbed." Sylvanas watched Alleria hold up the Dragon Soul and examine it without blinking, just as she always did. She sighed softly and spoke in discouragement.
"It should be possible to absorb it! We just haven't figured out its secrets