"The lord of Theramore... I think I'm still better suited to being a paladin."
Dick rubbed his forehead. That voice just now had given him a strange feeling, as though... as though all of this were a dream. Although the voice had appeared for only a moment before vanishing, that feeling seemed... seemed to have appeared with Liadrin as well.
Just now!
And there was the dark shadow that had flashed past the corner of his eye.
Even Sylvanas, who had tried to seduce him, was wrong! None of this was right!
Those feelings he had overlooked surfaced in his mind one by one. A sense of danger arose in his mind, and he looked around. This no longer seemed to be the palace he knew, but an unfamiliar place, a hell filled with lies!
"No, Knight Dick, you don't understand."
Princess Caliea seemed unaware of the change in Dick. She took two deep breaths and removed her veil of her own accord, revealing a beautiful face scarcely inferior to Jaina's, Liadrin's, or Sylvanas's. An inexplicable radiance seemed to flow through her eyes, throwing Dick's newly lucid gaze back into confusion.
"Do you know, Knight Dick?"
Princess Caliea approached the paladin and whispered in his ear, "I've been so lonely all these years... You're a reliable man. I could even share Lordaeron with you... As long as... as long as..."
Squ elch!
The sound of a blade piercing flesh interrupted Caliea's enchantment. She lowered her head in disbelief and looked at the arm that had pierced her abdomen. It was silvery white and scorching hot, an arm that had even kindled a wisp of Silver Holy Fire in the air.
"The same trick isn't fun the second time, C'Thun!"
Dick's voice had returned to normal. Fury blazed in his eyes,