Duke Falconcrest began to waver. His Alterac survivors had been wandering all this time, spending their days hiding throughout the human world. This was certainly not what he wanted.
Back in Sunlight City, when Patrick mentioned that the Kingdom of Alterac might join the Arcane Pact in the future, he had given Duke Falconcrest a long look. As for the duke, this had always been his dream: to have the name of the Kingdom of Alterac circulate through the world once more.
The Syndicate craved stable territory and reliable allies. Indeed, Lordaeron was gone now. What did it matter if he emerged again under the banner of the Kingdom of Alterac? All he needed was Galin and Falstad's agreement. Or rather, whether they agreed did not matter, as long as Patrick agreed.
"But taking Durnholde Keep will still be somewhat difficult for me." As Duke Falconcrest considered these matters, his expression remained troubled.
"As your allies, we are duty-bound to help." Galin and Falstad immediately thumped their chests and agreed.
In the end, Duke Falconcrest accepted Galin's proposal.
Returning to Sunlight City and once again to his own residence, Patrick could finally relax amid the familiar surroundings and atmosphere.
Perhaps it had been Elune's help, or perhaps the bombardment of the Moon Goddess Orbital Cannon, that had allowed Patrick to break through the bottleneck of Legendary energy. After this great battle, Patrick felt that his strength had grown, washing away his mortal mundanity.
Patrick now clearly felt that he was different from ordinary elves. His mastery of arcane power had reached a state that felt like a return to simplicity.
[Your feeling is indeed correct. You have now reached the realm of the Immortal Ones and are no longer like mortals.]
Since Elune's outburst at the Sunwell, Patrick had