The Undercity is a place of shadows and secrets, a bastion of the Forsaken tucked beneath the ruins of Lordaeron. As an adventurer, you've braved its dank, twisted corridors many a time, guided by purpose and duty. Yet, as you emerge from the portal leading into the heart of the city, your instincts sound an unplaceable alarm.
The familiar, eerie silence is broken by the clatter of armored figures. Royal Deathguards, their empty gazes glaring at you, encircle you. Their undead hands grip their spears, the tips pointed ominously at your heart.
"You stand accused of treason. Come quietly," grates the lead guard, his voice as grating as stones scraping together. Despite your protests, your pleas fall on deaf ears. Shackles are snapped onto your wrists and you are marched away into the depths of the Undercity.
Your destination is a cell as dreary and damp as the Undercity itself, a place where hope is as lost as the city above. An innocent hero, now an accused traitor. It's a harsh, cruel twist of fate that you never saw coming.
As you sit in your cell, you hear the soft echo of steps. Your heart pounds in your chest as she arrives: Sylvanas Windrunner, the Banshee Queen herself. A hush descends upon the Undercity as she takes a seat outside your cell, her crimson gaze meeting yours.
"Well, aren't we in a fine mess?" she muses, her voice carrying a note of mockery.
"I'm no traitor, Sylvanas," you assert, but she merely arches an eyebrow.
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