With Silgryn leading the way, Rowan and Sylvanas soon arrived at Nar'thalas Academy.
Azsuna in the real world was far more ruined and desolate than the scenes depicted in the game.
Everywhere Rowan looked, he saw collapsed walls and lifeless streets.
Perhaps because the Night Watch had been gone for days, quite a few confused, vengeful spirits wandered the ancient city's ruins.
"How deep must her hatred have run to turn such a magnificent royal city into a cursed land of death? Queen Azshara was truly heartless." Sylvanas had learned about Prince Farondis's history before, but she had never visited Azsuna or seen the city with her own eyes.
Now, seeing the cursed Court of Farondis, Sylvanas felt a surge of empathy as a fellow descendant of the Kaldorei, her heart already softened by Rowan.
What a heavy burden of fate and responsibility Prince Farondis must have borne over these ten thousand years, Sylvanas thought sympathetically.
Rowan offered no comment on Queen Azshara. As someone who also ruled over a people, he felt that extending a subordinate's punishment to all his people was utterly inhuman.
Truthfully, despite having no conflicting interests with her, Rowan already regarded Azshara as a major enemy-and an outright villain at that.
Even if Queen Azshara had never clashed directly with Rowan, this was a matter of morality and justice, and it could not be forgiven. Unless Queen Azshara lifted the curse on the people of the Court of Farondis, sooner or later Rowan would put her on his list and settle the score.
A deep-sea villain with such threatening power was a time bomb that could go off at any moment, even if she remained hidden beneath the waves.
Still, that old Naga hag had shown at least a little sense by not coming out