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Alleria did not think she had ever been this angry since becoming Regent Lord. Nothing remained in her heart but rage, untainted by any other emotion.

When she saw the news from Dalaran, she could not believe her eyes. How could the Sin'dorei have attacked an Alliance city without her orders?

She paced back and forth inside Sunfury Tower, growing faster and more agitated, gradually losing her patience.

At last, the glass on the table shattered into pieces. It had been crafted by the finest artisans in Quel'Thalas, yet Alleria had destroyed it in less than half a month.

"Still no word from Dalaran?"

Rommath lowered his head slightly and said apologetically, "The negotiators have yet to receive any reply, Regent Lord. This is a tragedy for the Alliance, and those responsible are our own people. Unless we have evidence..."

Before the Archmage could finish, he was interrupted by a familiar humming sound. Brilliant colors began to whirl rapidly, gathering into form. A Blood Elf stepped out from behind the portal.

"Aethas! Are you all right? Praise the Sunwell." Alleria spoke in delighted surprise, leaving everyone present bewildered.

"Modera let me go in secret. Without her, I truly do not know whether Rhonin would have handed me over to the Alliance the very next moment." Aethas's expression could not be seen beneath his hood, but Alleria could clearly sense that he was trembling.

After hearing him, the Regent Lord realized that the situation had not improved. Still, Aethas's return meant he could explain the truth to her. "Anar'alash denal, tell me the details. What exactly happened?"

Aethas was very weak as he knelt before Alleria. "I did not order my subordinates to go to Darnassus, Regent Lord. But the Alliance did not deliberately frame us either. The people who attacked