The massive dragon skeleton smashed the tower apart. Amid the heap of bones, Lady Whisper, clad in purple mage robes, shakily rose to her feet.
Saurfang tightened his grip on his axe. The Execute specialist waited for an opening to end her life, but Meryl Winterstorm stopped him.
"Turn around." The growls of the Dragonflights outside the tower drew ever closer, but Meryl Winterstorm remained patient as he addressed the enemy before him.
At the sound of Meryl Winterstorm's voice, Lady Whisper's skeletal body involuntarily shuddered.
She slowly turned around, the light in the ghostly blue eyes above her purple veil dimming a little.
"Meryl? It's you!"
"Sakia, I'm your teacher. Listen to me. Sever that mental restraint." Meryl had never expected to encounter his student from thousands of years ago here. Something unpleasant had happened between them back then, and in a fit of anger, Sakia had taken the Codex of the Dead and followed the Expeditionary Force to settle the northern reaches of Northrend.
The still-burning arcane flames burned through Sakia's purple veil, exposing dark brown, rotting flesh. Twisted creases covered her face, yet the fact that her withered flesh had not completely decayed after so many years proved that she had once taken great care of her body.
"Teacher? When did I ever consider you my teacher?"
"Sakia, put what happened in the past aside for now. Listen to me. I'll help you sever the mental link binding you!" Meryl continued.
Sakia's face had long since stiffened and decayed, but Meryl could hear her fixation on the past in her anguished voice.
"After thousands of years apart, is that all you have to say to me?"
"I only did what I had to, Sakia." Meryl offered the same explanation he always had.
Sakia sneered. "That's what you