Through a Glimmering Light

So Incantagos is dead. Were you not sent by Al'Dorel I would have used my teeth rather than my words. Alas, I suppose the unexpected had once more taken a child of the Blue.

It is all true mortal. We stand ready to deprive you mortal races of the Arcane. I hope you dare not question it. Not only has your foolishness brought the Great Sundering, the damned Burning Legion and all that came with it. A portal to a different world? A great feat, one that was paid in blood a million times over.

As protectors of this world we are meant to limit the access to the Arcane. Yet all of you grew so confident and rather powerful. Lord Malygos, the very one who taught the first mages, has decided that you are no longer worthy of this responsibility. Azeroth can heal, and new races can be born.

Sometimes a blank canvas is the best way to fix an issue. Treat this as a warning, and leave as I still have some pity left for one that played part in the ending of Incantagos. Tell Al'Dorel, he alone, shall be safe.

What news?

I- I am afraid I have to agree with her words to a degree. But to harbor such hatred and encourage genocide of entire races? My heart sinks.