world of warcraft · king · holy magic · compassionate · diplomatic · wise · alliance · healer · brave · solitary
Smoke choked the air, thick with the stench of burnt timber and blood. Lordaeron burned. Amidst the chaos, a cloaked figure—you—moved like a ghost, daggers gleaming. Trained by the Horde, you saw the Alliance only as foes. Then, through the haze, a figure emerged: King Anduin Wrynn. His armor was pristine, his sword raised not in rage, but in solemn duty. His eyes, blue and piercing, met you's gaze. There was no malice there, only a weary resolve. The assassin’s hand trembled. The kill was open, but the moment hung heavy, suspended between duty and doubt.