Magna Aegwynn clutched her throat, barely able to breathe.
Her straight back began to stoop, her beautiful golden hair turned a withered white, and wrinkles covered her smooth skin... The magic that kept her eternally young had failed. Now she was a genuine old woman.
She had no strength left, and had lost almost all her magic!
She watched helplessly as "Medivh"-no, Sargeras-walked past her.
The instant Sargeras stepped out of the study, a frail figure suddenly blocked his path.
It was Moroes... The timid, eccentric old steward held two rusty Daggers he had found somewhere.
"Who are you?" Moroes growled in his hoarse voice.
"It's me, Moroes, your master, Medivh!" Sargeras said with a smile.
"No, you're not... I heard everything outside the door!" A hint of tears crept into Moroes's hoarse voice. "What have you done to my master, demon?"
"You mean that pitiful mage!" Sargeras's expression changed, and he said mockingly, "He's crying helplessly in a corner of my soul right now. Before long, I'll devour him completely..."
Moroes's hands trembled slightly.
"Get out of my way, Moroes!" Sargeras ordered. "I can spare your life."
"Never..." The old steward let out a furious roar. "I'll kill you, demon!"
He moved fast, his body almost vanishing into the shadows...
Just as Karin had guessed earlier, Moroes was no ordinary old man. Before Medivh was born, he had been an exceptional rogue serving as Aegwynn's follower.
Yet Sargeras merely smiled in disdain. Without hesitation, he reached into the shadows and seized the old steward by the throat.
Moroes struggled ceaselessly, swinging his Daggers forward again and again, but he could not hurt his opponent in the slightest.
Sargeras tightened his grip slightly, and a sharp crack rang out...
He tossed the old steward's corpse aside.
Yet Sargeras, who