|End||Highlord Bolvar Fordragon|
|Level||60 (Requires 60)|
Find out what Bolvar senses inside Torghast.
<Thrall's brow is furrowed.>
We were speaking with the Highlord when he was struck by a jolt of agony.
The pain seems to be getting worse. We need to find out what he's sensing.
We must know the truth.
This is dire indeed.
Speak with Thrall:
- Bolvar suffers. Dark forces are moving against us.
What happened to Bolvar?
- Thrall says: What is it, Highlord? What do you sense?
- Highlord Bolvar Fordragon says: A weapon... forged in the fires of Torghast. A mourneblade is born.
- Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: A... mourneblade? Oh, no...
- Taelia Fordragon says: Anduin's still captive there! Has something happened to him, father?
- Calia Menethil says: I fear for Anduin as well. But is it safe for the Highlord to peer inside? The toll it takes on him...
- Highlord Bolvar Fordragon says: There is a price to be paid for communing with that darkness again. But I must see. We all must know!
Focus on the Helm of Domination in the center of the table, and a cinematic plays:
The Jailer: Every soul has its purpose. Denathrius has fulfilled his.
The Jailer opens a small portal and pulls a blue soul fragment crystal out of it.
The Jailer: We must forge our next weapon.
Sylvanas casts a dubious look as the Jailer hands the crystal to the blacksmith.
Sylvanas Windrunner: He's not ready.
The blacksmith places the crystal on the sword and strikes again.
The Jailer: Then a more direct approach is necessary. We have not come this far only to falter now. You know what must be done.
Later, Anduin Wrynn is standing in his runescribed circle as he hears Sylvanas approach, with a sword in her hand.
Anduin Wrynn: There she is again. You know, these endless lectures of yours--
Sylvanas Windrunner: ...have failed to convince you. Regardless, the conversation is over. One way or another, we will have you.
Anduin glances down at what Sylvanas is wielding and reacts for a moment before regaining his poker face.
Sylvanas Windrunner: So I will offer this, one last time. Join our cause, or be made to serve.
Anduin Wrynn: What kind of choice is that? Why even give me...
Anduin catches himself, realizing.
Anduin Wrynn: It's the choice you never had.
Anduin Wrynn: Despite all your grand designs, there's still some shred of your mortality haunting you, as if the Banshee Queen hasn't entirely eclipsed the Ranger General.
Sylvanas's facade cracks a bit, as she clenches her wrist and looks away, unable to keep eye contact with Anduin.
Sylvanas Windrunner: Don't.
Anduin Wrynn: Now I understand why you brought me here. Why you've tried so hard to persuade me. Because if you can get me to let go of hope, you finally can, too.
Sylvanas Windrunner: Enough!
Sylvanas Windrunner: Submit. You are only making this harder on yourself.
Anduin reacts to the sword being thrust at him for a moment before gathering himself.
Anduin Wrynn: Not harder on me. Right now, you hold all the power. How will you use it?
Sylvanas enunciates every word, almost trying to convince herself of what she says.
Sylvanas Windrunner: I've not come this far to falter now.
Anduin Wrynn: Then why do you hesitate?
She tightens her grip on the sword.
Anduin Wrynn: Make your choice... Sylvanas Windrunner.
- Patch 9.0.2 (2020-11-17): Added.