"Sister Ysera, Rowan found my father!" Katrana ran off to tell her teacher, her little steps light and happy.
When Ysera heard that the Black Dragon Lord Neltharion was still alive, her expression turned complicated.
Truth be told, considering everything the Black Dragon Lord had done, Ysera would have gladly seen Neltharion die at the hands of the human archmage Rhonin.
He had conspired with the Old Gods to seize the Dragon Soul, manipulated the orcs into imprisoning her sister Alexstrasza, and started a civil war that had killed countless dragons.
Any one of those deeds would have nailed Neltharion to the pillar of shame in the Dragon Aspects' history, never to be redeemed.
Yet although Neltharion was her enemy, he was still Katrana's father.
Before he went mad, the Black Dragon Lord had been a hero who willingly shouldered his responsibilities, taking on every defensive duty in the battle to save the world from Galakrond.
That was how he had become the Earth-Warder.
"Congratulations, little Katrana. But for me, this isn't good news. I imagine Rowan and everyone else feel the same." Looking somewhat uncomfortable, Ysera gently hinted that she could not share Katrana's delight.
Katrana might have been rash, and by the Dragonflight's standards, she was still only a child.
But she knew perfectly well what her father had done.
Back in Stormwind City, Katrana had still harbored doubts about her father's past deeds. After living in Kul Tiras for so long, however, her stance had changed.
The Old Gods would always be enemies of dragons and humans alike. Her father had stepped into the abyss and fallen prey to their whispers. It was a road from which there was no return.
Her father had taken the wrong path. He was already a dragon steeped in sin, his