Dreamcatcher Wine

Sylvanas felt slightly drunk, but she still insisted it was only an illusion. She had only taken a small sip, and there was no drug or anything of the sort in the wine.

Yet the drowsiness had already drained Sylvanas of her strength. She sat down and took deep breaths again and again.

"Look at what you've done."

The sudden voice made Sylvanas leap to her feet. She turned toward its source and saw a Pandaren clad in black leather armor, a roaring white tiger painted on his right shoulder. A large hat and a red cloth covering his nose and mouth concealed his face.

"It was you... who got him killed."

The Pandaren pointed in another direction—outside the female elf's field of vision. Sylvanas had no idea when he had appeared. The situation left her both angry and confused.

"What... did I... do?"

"Nathanos?" Sylvanas turned around, and the tangled emotions in her heart were swept away, leaving only surprise and delight.

The Undead she remembered—one-armed, weak, and dressed in Ranger attire—was kneeling behind her. Before him lay another Pandaren, collapsed on the ground.

"Nathanos?" Sylvanas called again. He gave no response. It was as though he had not even noticed her.

"This place can no longer be restored." A massive white beast appeared behind Nathanos. Sylvanas had never seen such an enormous tiger, its body covered in pale blue stripes. Every movement radiated majesty, filling the Ranger-General with awe.

What was he planning to do?

In an instant, the three people who had suddenly appeared, including Nathanos, turned into white smoke and vanished.

"You..." The female elf stared at the scene before her, only then realizing it had all been an illusion.

"I have more than two hundred ships. Why is the one carrying my son missing?"

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