Sea Tide

That person was undoubtedly an undead, with only his red eyes visible beneath his covering. He held a warblade much like Nathanos's.

"Who are you?" Sylvanas raised her bow and aimed at the figure on the roof. She could not smell him. That was a dangerous sign.

His answer came in the form of two corpses, tossed from the rooftop to land at her feet. Sylvanas recognized them. They were Nathanos's soldiers. Now, they were undoubtedly dead for good.

The arrow nocked on her string flew toward his brow. Just before it struck, Sylvanas watched as her arrow was caught fast by some mysterious force. Then, with a mere flick of his finger, the suspended arrow turned and aimed back at her.

He must be smiling. That was what Sylvanas felt. The instant the arrow reversed course, her eyes narrowed and she rolled backward. The arrow passed within a hair's breadth of her face. Her hood slipped down to the back of her neck, and a lock of hair severed by the arrowhead drifted slowly down before her eyes.

Sylvanas gritted her teeth and looked up, only to discover that he had vanished. Just as she searched around for him, a fierce gust suddenly swept up before her, disrupting her vision. A chill ran down her back, making her whole body shudder.

He was behind her! Her instincts told her so. Sylvanas drew her sword and swept it backward, meeting the descending warblade head-on. As their edges collided, the hilt nearly ground through the skin of her palm. Though Sylvanas did not let go even after using all her strength, she was still shocked when she saw her weapon shatter into pieces.

Then the powerful enemy before her clenched his hand, swirling with blood-red energy, into a fist and slammed