On the way to Talon's Roost, Rishad kept as quiet as possible, avoiding trouble in the jungle. Nathanos did not say a word either, but what he feared was not danger. He felt lost over Sylvanas's departure, even though he reminded himself that keeping her out of this was for the best.
"We're almost there, friend," Rishad reminded him.
Nathanos temporarily freed himself from the troubles in his mind and turned his attention to Rishad. This race was rather mysterious as well. Since their god was connected to the Shadowlands, had they also come into contact with it, more or less?
"I've heard Anzu's story." Nathanos looked up at Skyreach, drawing the curiosity of the Arakkoa guiding him. "I heard he fell in love with Lakkari and immediately warned her after learning of Sethe's scheme. Sethe cast a curse before he died. To stop him, Anzu devoured his body, but that twisted him with shadow, and he never saw the one he loved again."
"I never expected anyone to have heard that legend." Rishad nodded, confirming that Nathanos was right.
"He was a good god. He could sacrifice everything for those he protected."
"But sacrifice often places burdens on others."
Rishad spoke to himself, then felt the Witherer stop walking. When he glanced back, Nathanos was indeed standing still, staring at him as if demanding an explanation for those words.
There was a second half to that legend, a secret known only to the Scrollkeepers, but he had never made it public.
"The problem is sacrifice. The more one sacrifices, the greater the debt owed." Rishad walked before Nathanos and looked up at the confused Forsaken King. "After Anzu was twisted, he hid away. He did not want Lakkari to see what he had become, because he believed Lakkari was