Sylvanas and Vereesa were both veteran members of the Hidden Path. In fact, generations of Windrunners had served as its vital pillars. For those who bore that surname, hunting and archery had become instincts that truly flowed through their blood. As long as their bloodline endured, that legacy would continue.
With two of Azeroth's strongest hunters here, along with the Archmage Rhonin, the demons patrolling these ruins were barely enough to whet their appetites. In just five minutes, the entire ruin had been cleared. As a foot soldier tagging along with the big shots for experience, Gamon knew his place well. He was the first to rush into the ruins and, following his memories, quickly searched for the storage chest he had seen back then.
"Hey, over here!"
Gamon's voice brought Vereesa and Sylvanas running, but the storage chest in the tauren's hands had already been mostly burned away. Only a few small fragments remained, leaving Vereesa somewhat disappointed.
"Everything's gone... those damned demons!"
"No, little sister, look closely. Alleria left us a message!"
Sylvanas bent down and quickly rummaged through the black ashes, finally pulling out a wooden carving that had been mostly destroyed. A trace of excitement showed on the Ranger-General's face. Her fingers felt around the pendant-like carving until she opened a small gap and drew out a rolled-up scrap of paper.
She unfolded the paper. A short passage had been written on it in the Windrunner family's cipher, and Sylvanas read it aloud.
"I escaped with the help of strangers. They call themselves the Army of the Light and claim to know Turalyon's whereabouts, but I don't trust them. In this wretched place, no creature deserves trust. I am leaving this secret letter. If you can understand all this, please send word of me back to