@legendscfazeroth ; ✧・ﾟ | she waits. oh, how she waits for something more. it surely was seen as foolish to put faith in the betrayer; the legion had been different, his calling. illidan would have never jeopardized that, it was clear he would die for that cause and shackle himself to sargeras himself to keep him at bay. it was why seeing him descend back to their wounded and frantic panic that lysirae had truly believed that he had come, to avenge his once people. if not them, then perhaps the priestess he had never had quarrel with showing his devotion for. but illidan says nothing else. the bell tolls in STORMWIND that fills otherwise silence for a beat. ‘ that is all, nothing else stormrage? teldrassil is no more, your malfurion is wounded, our high priestess grieves and has lost hope. and you, the bane of the legion cannot muster anything more than 'be grateful'?' grateful for what? reliving loss with another loss, facing more horrors to haunt her at night? ' your grand return i hope, offers more than this.' though her anger rises, lysirae admits the last phrase that hangs upon her tongue remains exactly there: if not, then why return at all? she is angry, yes. but still, she fears him, if that only forgotten for a moment. | ・ﾟ✧
