Ghostlands, Shalandis Isle, the Tidal Temple.
Word of the ancient elven queen's arrival had spread throughout Azeroth. As a former member of the Kaldorei, Kael'thas Sunstrider naturally had to make thorough preparations. Of course, with Azshara coming, Patrick also had to be present.
After all, everyone had been one family ten thousand years ago, hadn't they? And in most elves' eyes, ten thousand years was only a little while.
Although Kael'thas was already the king of a nation, Queen Azshara's special standing and identity permitted him not the slightest negligence. The same would have been true even if Dath'Remar Sunstrider had come in person.
Illidan and Maiev both arrived in the highest-ranking ceremonial priestly robes of the Ancient Kaldorei. In a rare move, Illidan concealed all his fel aura. Even the runes on his body, which emitted fel energy at every moment, had stopped glowing.
Malfurion and Tyrande's arrival, however, was beyond Patrick's expectations. Still, considering Azshara's identity, it made sense for the two of them to come.
Seawater lapped against the shore as rank after rank of royal guards and water warlocks emerged from the sea. They were covered in golden armor, and the magical pearls embedded in their weapons and equipment gleamed, forming a stark contrast with the naga who had already been on Shalandis Isle.
The tide swept past these proud, battle-hardened soldiers, but the queen's guard remained utterly motionless, as though the tide did not exist.
The seawater was changing rapidly, forming a long walkway through the center of the naga royal guards. At the end of that walkway, an enormous figure appeared.
Unlike in ancient times, Azshara had undergone a complete naga transformation. Looking at the ceremonial robes worn by Illidan, Maiev, Kael'thas, and the others, she said, "You've done quite well at recreating the