Painful wails pierced Sylvanas Windrunner's eardrums as she found herself trapped in this silent, dim world. She could feel the chill in the air cutting across her cheeks and skin, endlessly tangling and scraping against her pale golden hair.
Another heart-wrenching scream rang out, as though it had come from hell. She could already tell that it was Nathanos. The man she cared about most was suffering somewhere.
The anguish of desperate worry was unbearable, but it was this anxiety that kept Sylvanas from giving in. She searched frantically, racing through this land of darkness while calling Nathanos's name without stop.
The man gave her no sign. Despair slowly caught up with Sylvanas. In the end, even the wailing ceased. Her hopes had come to nothing. The Female Elf stopped, then dropped to her knees with a thud. No matter how she cried out, no one answered.
Suddenly, filthy and evil shadows surged up from the dead earth beneath her feet, engulfing her in an instant. The surging darkness formed icy demonic claws that gripped Sylvanas's body and slowly lifted her off the ground. Her arms and legs were bound as well. A hand clutched her throat, nearly choking off her breath. She writhed and struggled desperately...
In the depths of suffocation, she saw two figures emerge from the roiling shadows, their forms barely visible. One was huge and imposing, hidden in darkness and covered in shackles, with only blue flames burning in his eyes. The other was in the same predicament as she was, his whole body entangled by darkness, his gaze growing vacant amid the pain. Slowly, twisted black veins spread across his neck, while his face gradually withered into pallid ruin. A red glow shone from his lifeless eyes. At the very end, the fist he had