Shrine of the August Celestials

Watching those Pandaren monks he had known for only a few days depart filled Nathanos with mixed emotions.

It was not that he was particularly worried about the monks' safety. Rather, he saw his past self in them—The Witherer who had always led the Forsaken into battle across the land.

An Undead body could keep his form from feeling fatigue, but it could not stop his mind from longing for rest.

Years of war, along with several brushes with death, had not only worn down his body but also subjected his mind to severe trials.

If he had not reforged this body, he would never have been able to endure.

"Perhaps this is the last time we'll see them." Shao walked to his side and watched the distant figures riding Shadow-Pan Tigers.

The Undead smiled. "Perhaps we'll see them again, but I may not recognize them."

"Your thoughts are more optimistic than mine. At least you believe they'll survive." Shao's words were filled with worry. As a commander who had dealt with Mantis Demons countless times, he knew all too well how dangerous those creatures were. Were these monks truly prepared for the battlefield?

"They remind me of my soldiers. I had similar concerns when I left my people, but I reminded myself to have faith in them."

"I'm quite curious about your kingdom, Witherer. I'm sure many Lorewalkers across the continent would like to know how you..."

"Master Shao!" a young monk riding a Cloud Serpent called out. He urged the beast beneath him to fly faster, though Shao and Nathanos had already noticed him.

The young monk jumped down before the Cloud Serpent had landed steadily. He was in such a rush that he injured one arm upon landing.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to get