One-eyed Ogre

"Nathanos, what happened to your eyes and left hand?" After spending so many days together, Alexstrasza could not help asking. The pupils in Nathanos's eyes had been replaced by flecks of scarlet, while his hand contained an immeasurable darkness.

The Lifebinder was always especially attentive to all dark powers. Nathanos tried to find a trace of hostility in her eyes, but saw only curiosity.

"I thought you knew what happened in Orgrimmar."

"I heard some rumors, but I would rather hear your explanation."

Nathanos smiled helplessly. "Even my own explanation could be a concealment. People are more willing to believe their subjective impressions. Why don't you see for yourself?"

The Witherer took off the gauntlet on his left hand. Alexstrasza had anticipated all sorts of possibilities. From past experience, anyone who came into contact with the power of the Old Gods would become twisted...

The limb before her was not so terrible. It had no grotesque eyes, nor any tentacles; it still looked like a hand. Only the skin had taken on a dark red hue, almost like some kind of rocky carapace. A glowing fissure ran from the back of his hand up his arm. From a distance, it looked more like a magical gauntlet.

"This hand looks... special." Alexstrasza could think of no better word to describe it.

Was it flexible? What did it feel like when it moved? The Queen of Dragons raised a brow at the Witherer.

"It has only one purpose: to remind me to use this power carefully."

"Though my words may anger you, I still need you to promise me that you will not become a second Neltharion."

Nathanos felt somewhat uncomfortable. His expression froze for a moment before he answered as calmly as possible, "If that day truly comes, can you destroy