Decision

When he had rushed in earlier, Kalecgos had been too anxious to notice anything unusual. Everyone here had assumed he might lose control, so they had prepared in advance.

"The Blue Dragonflight has never offended the Forsaken. How dare you commit such atrocities?" Kalecgos no longer cared whether the elder before him deserved respect. Since he could not attack, he wanted to see what expression Meryl would wear in response to his words.

The Undead mage remained calm. There might even have been a measure of apology in his faintly furrowed brow. "The Forsaken were not the masterminds behind the theft of the Prism of Focus." Meryl shook his head and revealed the truth, including the news that Tethys was still alive.

Everyone was startled.

"The Horde?" Archmage Khadgar stroked his chin. With his head slightly lowered, he seemed to be pondering the meaning of the word before continuing, "I'm not surprised by Nathanos's foresight. The question is, why would he involve himself in something he had no intention of doing?"

Upon hearing news of his sister, Kalecgos's mood eased somewhat. Yet he could not say a single thing worth celebrating. Judging solely from Meryl's explanation, the Forsaken seemed to have done a good deed.

"Do you remember the bomb the Horde dropped on Theramore?" the mage reminded him. "What would have happened if that bomb had been the Prism of Focus?"

The words chilled Kalecgos to the bone. Because he understood the Prism of Focus, countless possible outcomes flashed through his mind, then swiftly withered away. No explanation was needed. That city would inevitably have been reduced to ashes.

"I see," Vargoth said. "The Forsaken prevented a disaster."

The other two mages showed varying degrees of agreement. Kalecgos alone could not let it go. He struggled to organize his