Meeting

This was merely a ritual.

"Incredible." Nathanos was startled. He could temporarily accept the changes to his body, but his newly reborn voice caught him completely off guard. It was no longer rough and raspy, but clear and even-toned. Nathanos quickly reached up to touch his neck, feeling almost like a living person.

Of course, he had not come back to life. His heart still did not beat, but neither could he call himself one of the dead anymore. The strongest proof came from an accidental attempt. He simply followed his Will, thinking about it for a moment as he drew in a faint breath of cold air. His eyes widened as he let the air enter his lungs.

Was this feeling worth celebrating? The Witherer did not know, nor would he waste thought on such meaningless questions. What concerned him most now was the Heart of Azeroth in his hand. Time was short. He knew very little about this necklace, and understanding it fully might require several days of meditation. But for now, he had to leave the Isle of Thunder.

The storm continued, and its creator had not stopped it. The Witherer could see what was happening beyond the storm, while those outside could not see him. Just like Alleria now—this Female Elf had come before him, and there was... Sylvanas.

One day, he would have to face them. Yet complicated emotions had tangled so tightly in his heart. Though Nathanos was not surprised by their arrival, and even told himself he did not care what Alleria or Sylvanas thought of his changes, in truth, he cared deeply. That was why he felt both agitated and conflicted.

What an idiot. He mocked himself, regained his usual indifference, pressed the necklace against his chest, and merged with it once