Decision

The Val'kyr had to remain in Kul Tiras to continue learning the Tidespeaker's abilities, so she could be of use someday in the future.

The return journey went smoothly. Before reaching the Eastern Kingdoms, Nathanos decided to land at Pyrewood Village near Shadowfang Keep. The trip to Zandalari would take no more than two days round trip. He hoped nothing would happen in that time.

The Withering Blade was The Witherer's personal vessel. Its arrival meant the Forsaken's highest leader had come in person. Pyrewood Village had long been placed under martial law. At the docks, an elite royal Terror Guard unit stood waiting solemnly. Two others waited among the crowd as well.

Nathanos spotted them from afar: Veronalara and Belmont. Shadowfang Keep was guarded by the Dark Rangers, so Veronalara's presence made perfect sense. The Witherer's gaze shifted back to Belmont. His heart immediately sank.

The leader of the Shadowblade stood beside the Dark Ranger commander. Nathanos could clearly see the grave expressions on both their faces. It seemed something had happened again.

The Withering Blade slowly sailed into port. The dark clouds had nearly dispersed. The dying light of sunset spilled over the harbor below, casting shimmering ripples across the sea.

"What happened?" Nathanos stepped off the ship. The Terror Guards lining both sides of the gangway saluted in perfect unison, but their master had no time to spare them a glance.

Veronalara and Belmont exchanged a look. Nathanos already sensed that no matter which of them spoke, what they had to say would send him into a rage.

In the end, Veronalara spoke first. "Someone from the Silver Covenant has arrived."

Sylvanas? Nathanos stared at the Dark Ranger, signaling for her to continue.

"That person is in Shadowfang Keep. He has something important to tell you."

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