Monitoring

"One day, a Mogu climbed to the summit of Thunder Peak to uncover the secrets of his ancestors. He had been an ordinary member of the Mogu when he left, but when he returned, he had mastered the power of storms and declared that mountain his throne of power. At its highest point, he built a magnificent fortress." The Undead's eyes swept past Lei Shen. Thunder rumbled through the sky, and the shadow of the Throne of Thunder flickered in and out of view.

"That man was you. That fortress stands before us now. Who could have imagined that a mountain from twelve thousand years ago would become a floating island today?" Nathanos shook his head. "Unfortunately, history never recorded what you discovered after reaching the summit. But this was enough."

"Enough for what?" The Thunder King's tone was calm, as though he did not care that his secret had been exposed. Or perhaps he had not expected his palace to remain unforgotten, still recorded in history.

In truth, Nathanos had not expected that even during the reign of Shaohao, Pandaria's last emperor, the Thunder King would still inspire both fear and reverence.

Ten thousand years ago, when the Burning Legion invaded Azeroth and the Great Sundering was about to occur, Shaohao had not stood by and watched Thunder Peak sink into the sea. Perhaps the last emperor had believed it worth saving. Thus, the Mists of Pandaria, just as they had with the rest of the continent's mountains and rivers, concealed the final fragment of Thunder Peak within layers of mist.

The Witherer looked directly at the Thunder King and slowly gave his answer. "Enough to prove that your power does not truly belong to you. Beneath this fortress lies another secret unknown to the world."

"So you wish