Lei Shen

When Nathanos regained consciousness, he found himself standing tall and full of vigor in a courtyard beneath shadows that blotted out the sun, alongside tens of thousands of Mogu... and Zandalari Trolls. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled overhead. Everyone else stood several heads taller than him, yet no one seemed to care. No one even noticed him.

The Witherer quickly understood that this was merely an illusion—or rather, a dream.

What a strange thought. He had not truly dreamed in many years.

He was certain he had never been to this place. Though the palace before him, surrounded by jungle, bore Pandaren architectural style, it was more majestic than the Shrine of Two Moons and the Shrine of Seven Stars in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. Even Mogu'shan Palace paled in comparison.

Clearly visible Mogu visages had been carved into the walls. The arches were tall enough for Magnataur to pass through freely. The stone slabs beneath their feet were made of cobblestone. The stepped palace rivaled Ulduar and Icecrown Citadel in Northrend in scale.

Who could be worthy of building such a hall, a symbol of power and strength?

Those around him were Mogu and Zandalari Trolls. They had not been segregated, but stood together as equals.

The Zandalari were one branch of the Troll tribes, and the origin of all the others. They were the tallest and most esteemed tribe. The phantoms of the Loa Spirits were proof enough.

Zandalari priests were among the crowd as well. For some reason, their eager gazes seemed to say that there was something more deserving of attention than their gods. The Loa had been neglected to such an extent that Nathanos even saw Bwonsamdi—the priest of death—among them, yet he too could not escape the fate of being ignored.

Seeing this,