Conspiracy

The skeletal warhorse galloped at full speed like the wind, and it would never tire. Only a handful of followers rode behind its rider.

No matter how many came, they would be useless. They would not be able to help when the time came. Nathanos thought irritably. He was heading into a trap he had no choice but to face.

Upon learning of his arrival, The Order of the Cloud Serpent had offered to send a spellcaster to open a portal to the Temple of the White Tiger for him. But Nathanos insisted on traveling there by horseback. The journey gave him time to think of a response.

What worried Nathanos most was that whoever had abducted Sylvanas would use the Female Elf to threaten him. This was his weakness.

"Your Majesty!"

There would certainly be a battle, but during the fight, he could not guarantee that Sylvanas would not be harmed. What if... Lost in his worries, Nathanos was jolted awake by the shout and hurriedly looked back.

"What is it, Malcolm?" Seeing who had called out, he calmed down.

"We're almost there." The Undead guard pointed toward the heights ahead.

Nathanos turned his gaze forward again. The outline of the Temple of the White Tiger was clearly visible atop a distant mountain peak. The journey had been even shorter than Nathanos had expected.

"You will wait at the foot of the mountain. No matter what happens, do not come up."

Confusion filled the eyes of another Undead guard, Sansa. "Your Majesty, if something truly goes wrong, you'll be alone and without help."

"Obey orders!" Nathanos drove his heel into his mount and raced away at top speed.

On the final day of the trial, the air was filled with laughter and cheerful voices. Nathanos had assumed there