Nazmir

How could he suddenly feel this way? He had never felt it before. Even when facing Garrosh, he had never been this tense and pained.

"Something is making this world uneasy." Nathanos repeated what he was trying to say. Alexstrasza looked somewhat confused. The Queen of Dragons still did not know about his connection to this world.

"What is it?"

"I don't know." Nathanos swallowed again. His heart clearly was not beating, yet he could feel the crushing pressure of a racing heartbeat against his chest. His vision blurred, and nausea rose in him. Only after coughing several times did he finally recover.

During this time, Alexstrasza tried to use her power to ease his pain. Though it did little good, he still forced himself to give the Queen of Dragons a smile.

"Thank you. I feel better."

Alexstrasza helped Nathanos to his feet with one hand.

"I need to think carefully about what just happened," The Witherer said between breaths. "I think it means something is about to happen."

"Why not tell me why you... are like this?" the Lifebinder pressed, her eyes gentle. Perhaps telling her everything would earn him her help, but it would also drag the Red Dragons into the conflict. The Witherer did not want that.

"I will tell you," Nathanos said, rubbing his forehead. "But I do not want to bring you trouble. I would rather confess everything to you in a more relaxed setting." He hunched over as he left, intending to find somewhere quiet and consider what had just happened. He went to the High Elf's secret chamber, said to be where a fallen prince usually stayed.

This had only happened once before.

Nathanos summoned the Heart of Azeroth. After merging with The Necklace, it was the first time he had sensed