Giant

The Witherer had always believed that the version of himself before him came from the timeline Kael'thas had chosen, that the Bronze Dragon had deliberately selected the darkest, most fallen, most powerful version of him. But the truth was a conspiracy within a conspiracy. That Bronze Dragon had been used. He was merely a stepping stone that allowed another Nathanos to arrive on this timeline.

"The one you want is me. If that's the case, let her go. I'll stay."

Sin Slayer laughed loudly. "Do you think her only value to me is luring you here?" His voice gradually steadied. "Have you seen what she looked like after death? Or rather, in your world, what Alleria looked like after she died."

I haven't, and I don't want to. The Witherer shouted inwardly.

Without warning, Nathanos leaped forward, his battle cry resounding through the air. He took three great strides, his swinging warblade aimed at Sin Slayer's throat. In the blink of an eye, another warblade blocked his attack.

"You still have love in your heart?"

Sin Slayer shouted the question after exchanging two or three blows with the Witherer. Their duel was fierce. Whenever one side found an opening and launched an effective attack, the other would unleash the strongest possible counterattack in the instant they took a loss.

"Look at yourself." Sin Slayer pointed at himself, reminding the Witherer. "Have you forgotten what kind of monster you are now?"

"I won't forget who I am just because I became undead."

"How conceited!"

This time, Sin Slayer charged forward. The warblade embedded with blood-red runes radiated a dazzling glow in his hand, as though it, like its master, craved defeating the Witherer. Yet the Witherer had no intention of evading the charge. He calmly raised his weapon and blocked the