At the entrance to Stormwind Keep, the newly returned Marshal Windsor pointed ahead, his eyes filled with a thirst for victory, and encouraged the guards. "Friends, be brave. This reptile will thrash violently. That is a sign of desperation."
Entering the hall, Windsor stood before the Countess. "You cannot escape your fate, Onyxia. The prophecy foretold all of this. The visions that appeared in the halls of Karazhan foretold your end long ago. Now, let us settle this..."
Countess Katrana Prestor laughed as though she had heard something hilarious. "Settle this? Hahahaha. You will be imprisoned and tried for treason, Windsor. I will be delighted to watch them pronounce you guilty and send you to the gallows."
"When your limp corpse swings from the gallows, I will rejoice that a madman's life has finally ended. After all, what evidence do you have? Do you think you can challenge a noble here and then walk away unscathed?"
Marshal Windsor said, "The Dark Iron Dwarves thought these tablets were encrypted. But this is no code, merely an ancient draconic tongue. Listen, dragon. Let the truth be revealed to the world!"
Marshal Reginald Windsor began chanting a spell. Ancient Dragon Magic took effect, and Katrana had already realized that things were going wrong.
Countess Katrana Prestor roared, "Dragonflight soldiers, tear them apart! Quickly!"
Marshal Windsor's spell took effect, and the so-called Countess Katrana Prestor revealed her true form: the Black Dragon Princess, Onyxia.
Countess Onyxia said, "I wonder... Windsor, in that vision, did you survive in the end? I ask because I will make certain you die today, right now!"
The Black Dragon Princess unleashed a blast of searing dragon breath that struck Marshal Reginald Windsor directly. Marshal Windsor, who had only just escaped Blackrock Depths, died in battle.
Bolvar's eyes nearly split