Awakening

Zhou Zhuo held a steaming bowl of soup. "If you want to sit up, I can help you. But the Mistweavers said you'd better stay lying down."

"If I lie here any longer, I really won't be able to get up, Loremaster." Nathanos had only made a casual complaint, but Zhou Zhuo's reply surprised him.

"I thought so too. You've been lying here for nearly two weeks."

"Two weeks?" The Witherer's eyes widened in utter disbelief. "How could that be?"

He stared at his right hand and flexed his fingers. His eyes saw them move, but it took quite a while before he felt anything. Zhou Zhuo had not lied. His senses felt terribly distant from his body, a sign that his consciousness had been asleep for a long time.

The Loremaster watched him stare blankly. "I understand that you have many things you want to know. That's why I came—to tell you what happened that day in Mogu'shan Vaults."

"Start from the beginning." Nathanos narrowed his eyes at him.

Zhou Zhuo nodded. "That day, at the Nalak'sha Engine, I was the first to wake up."

Just as I thought! The Witherer thought. Zhou Zhuo and Sylvanas had passed out just like he had.

"Sylvanas and you were both lying on the ground. Luckily, the Order of the Cloud Serpent monks searching outside for the mallet hadn't left yet. I found them and brought the two of you back to the Temple of the White Tiger. But you showed no signs of waking up. Sylvanas woke on the third day afterward."

"Where is she?" Nathanos's instincts told him that the female Elf was not at the Temple of the White Tiger. There was no trace of Sylvanas's scent in the room where he lay.

"A week ago, she received a