Rowan let out a long breath as he watched the two Archmages, one old and one young, rush to the battlefield.
This was his final trump card. If even the new Guardian could not withstand Gul'dan's World-Ender Domain, the battle, already going against them, would become utterly hopeless.
With no chance of victory left, Rowan would have to arrange a retreat in advance and notify the House of Menethil to abandon the capital to save the kingdom.
Khadgar had never imagined he would encounter such a scene when he joined the battlefield.
Nearly two hundred thousand Legion Demons had gathered in Silverpine Forest. Had such a terrifying military force appeared during the orcs war twenty years ago, the Alliance armies of the Eastern Kingdoms might have been swept away in a single assault.
Yet the battle was not as one-sided as he had imagined. Khadgar saw faces from all over Azeroth, some familiar and some unfamiliar. They had formed the Allied Forces, united against a common enemy.
He did not know what changes Azeroth had undergone during his twenty-year absence.
But bringing together the strength of so many kingdoms, clans, and tribes was proof enough of this new leader's capabilities.
Khadgar quickly absorbed the battlefield reports. Standing before the World-Ender Fire, he looked back at his mentor, Medivh.
The lingering fel hue in Medivh's eyes slowly faded, and clarity returned to his sky-blue, arcane eyes.
Meanwhile, the Guardian Spirits arrayed themselves behind Khadgar.
Two of the Archmages looked familiar to Khadgar, as though he had seen them in portraits.
"Master?"
"You have passed the Guardian's trial, my student. Now accept this power and shoulder your responsibility." Medivh's voice was solemn, giving Khadgar no time to consider.
As Khadgar watched his predecessors activate the orange Spearhead mark in the air, he