After seeing the drastic change in his wife's expression, Turalyon knew that what Dick had said was true.
But he was not one of those brainless protagonists in melodramatic novels. In fact, his first reaction was to take his wife's hands. His trust in Alleria transcended everything, and he asked softly,
"Did you have your reasons?"
Alleria shook her head. As the eldest Windrunner daughter, as a Hero who had grown through war, she remained much calmer even after her secret was exposed. She looked at Dick, then at her husband, and pondered for a moment before speaking.
"Yes, I have come into contact with the power of the void. Two months ago, I was tracking some Ethereals whose movements were secretive. In the deepest part of the Mac'Aree Ruins, at the Seat of the Archon, a place surrounded by those crazed Draenei souls, I discovered that those Ethereals worked for a 'Viceroy.' They wanted darkness to consume Argus. In the process, I received some... well, help from some unusual people."
The Elf concealed nothing either, recounting her experiences exactly as they had happened.
"He resembled an Ethereal, but he was different from ordinary Ethereals. He could wield the powers of darkness and shadow at will. I met him while investigating those strange Ethereals. He took me to another world, one hidden within reality, yet more real and more profound than reality... it was..."
"The Shadowlands, correct?"
Dick narrowed his eyes. Looking at Alleria, he spoke that seemingly forbidden word. "A world exactly like reality, yet where everything seems composed of shadows. A cold, hopeless world, yet one possessing another kind of life, another kind of power. You've been there?"
Alleria nodded, bringing a trace of tension to Turalyon's face as he stood beside her. Dick's cautious attitude alone made