Sin Slayer

A cold wind suddenly rose, passing through the forest with low howls. The dragon lightly beat his wings and ascended. The dimness of dusk became another shade of his skin, helping conceal his trail. Even if the night watchmen in Elwynn Forest noticed the strange wind, they would not catch sight of him when they looked up.

He landed in a clearing deep within the forest. The wolves and other animals that had occupied the place had long since fled in terror. Even if they saw him take on a harmless mortal form, they would not dare approach.

The dragon awkwardly got to his feet, clearly still unaccustomed to his new Dwarf appearance. Dwarves attracted less attention, which was why he had chosen this form. But the long beard on his chin and his somewhat pudgy fingers still felt strange to him.

The dragon gave a muffled snort. A High Elf-like expression looked particularly out of place on that Dwarf face.

He tried lifting a leg and shuffling forward. Even such a simple movement looked utterly uncoordinated.

No, he had no time to keep dwelling on how he looked. There would be quite a show in Stormwind City tonight, and he could not miss it.

The Cataclysm had seemingly only just arrived. Deathwing had only recently left his mark upon this city. Stormwind City's people were shrouded in the shadow of fear.

The Cathedral of Light in Cathedral Square was packed to the brim. Commoners, nobles, and quite a few officers had gathered there, preparing to hear Archbishop Benedictus preach. In these dark times, only the Holy Light could bring them comfort.

The dragon guided the Dwarf body through gaps in the crowd, slowly making his way toward the front. A modest distance separated Benedictus from his audience. Five guards