Concealment

Taran Zhu sat cross-legged on the ground. The battle seemed to be over, yet he still did not dare take a deep breath. Yalia was treating him, but she could only ease the pain of his superficial wounds.

"I... just need to rest for a while." As soon as Taran Zhu finished speaking, he could not help coughing twice. He spat out two mouthfuls of blood, splattering them across his hands and legs.

"Master!" Tao Ya cried, her face deathly pale. "Yalia, take the Master back to the Shrine of the August Celestials."

The monk sitting on the ground shook his head. "Shan'bu's... monster has escaped. We must stop it before it ravages Pandaria..."

"Let our friends stop Storm Lord Narax." Tao Ya gave Yalia a nod. Under everyone's watchful eyes, Taran Zhu was placed on the back of a Shadow-Pan Tiger and departed the Mogu Courtyard with Yalia.

There was no joy of victory in the outcome of the battle. Shan'bu was dead, but he had already revived Narax. With Lei Shen ahead of them, Taran Zhu had been seriously wounded...

Tao Ya could not help turning her gaze toward those who had fought alongside The Order of the Cloud Serpent.

She saw Veronalara staring thoughtfully at a shortsword. She seemed to have seen that blade somewhere before. Just as she tried to recall it, a Forsaken hurried past her and approached the Dark Ranger.

"Lady Veronalara, the Alliance and Horde are speaking outside."

Veronalara hastily put away the sword she had pulled from Shan'bu's head. "Good. Perhaps we can be witnesses."

Outside the courtyard, the Alliance and Horde had already assembled their men and faced one another. Yet neither side had drawn their weapons.

"I am pleased to see you, Lady Jaina. And you as well, my