Under the hood was a weather-beaten face full of stubble, and due to the shadows, only a chin could be seen.
Gedwyn looked up at the person's head.
Mysterious Mage (Prophet of the End) Rank: ??? Health Points: ???.
The Prophet of the End? Right, it's probably him.
The mysterious mage first glanced around the hall, then spoke in a cryptic and mysterious voice.
Mysterious Mage (Prophet of the End): "Your Majesty, I bring the prophecy of doom. A great disaster looms over humanity. The tide of darkness strikes again, and the entire world shall be engulfed in the flames of war..."
Some cast an intentionally unkind look towards the envoy from Dalaran, Archmage Trevia.
Trevia turned red with annoyance, as magic and the arcane were always linked to Dalaran by those with an agenda, prompting him to instinctively want to clear the association.
"Utter nonsense—guards, get this madman out of here."
Two guards immediately came over, trying to drag the man away.
