The bitter Arctic wind lashed Sylvanas's cloak. Though her identities in life and death had been tangled into a hopeless knot, all those complications had now been resolved. She was already the master of all the undead on Azeroth.
Ner'zhul was a thing of the past. The leader of the undead was now Sylvanas.
The undead army was assembling, and Sylvanas was keeping the former Scourge forces in check. The sounds of battle around them began to subside. Her first task since becoming the Lich King was to eliminate the Arctic's last threat: Ulduar, or rather, the Old God Yogg-Saron.
The Dark Lady was still the same Dark Lady, in both body and soul, but the Dark Goddess was no longer that Dark Lady. To her, the Forsaken were no longer arrows in her quiver or tools of any other kind.
The newly born avengers would become a new race on Azeroth, a new power, an undead organization that, like the other powers, worked for Azeroth's future.
Though Rhonin and Krasus were unwilling to accept this, there was nothing they could do. Dalaran did not want to remain here in the company of the undead, and neither did the red dragons. Though those undead were the natural enemies of the Life-Binder, the red dragons would certainly not let the Scourge tie their hands and feet and bind them to Icecrown Glacier forever.
"Then let's leave it at that. I need to return to Sunlight City to prepare for Ulduar."
With that, Patrick glanced at Tirion Fordring and the others. After receiving their assent, Patrick immediately cast a mass teleport to the Court of Bones. The main force then withdrew by air to Angrathar, the Wrathgate, before everyone finally returned home.
The Forsaken remained at the Frozen Throne. They needed to