That night, Alexstrasza lay beside him, one hand gently stroking his chest, while the person beside her was lost in deep thought. When the Queen of Dragons slept, she looked just as she had when she was unconscious, and a thought suddenly struck The Witherer—a simple thought he had overlooked.
Before the Frostwolf Clan found him, he had believed Alexstrasza's condition was much like Sylvanas's, but he had never attributed the cause of their comas to the same source. Alexstrasza had merely been bitten by a dangerous insect, whereas Sylvanas was different. She had been taken to a terrifying, sinister place. Before Nathanos found her, he had no idea what had happened to her and assumed some imperceptible dark power had kept her from waking.
The truth was most likely far simpler than he had imagined. The Witherer began tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Everything about that place in his memories filled him with dread and oppression, as did that Sin Slayer. Had their confrontation truly ended? Nathanos felt a vague unease. Could Sylvanas's coma have also been caused by a Rhino Lurker's bite? If so, Nathanos would have applauded the elegance of the method. Its brilliance lay in its simplicity. Anyone unfamiliar with this insect would never think of it, while anyone who had witnessed the Sin Slayer's power would naturally assume he had used some ability to put Sylvanas to sleep.
If this speculation was true, it meant that the Sin Slayer had once come to the Draenor of this time, and might even still be on Draenor now!
At last, the doubts rising within him drove Nathanos to move. He could no longer linger in the comfort before him. His movement as he rose woke Alexstrasza. The Queen of Dragons could physically feel the temperature dropping