"It's beautiful!"
Hearing Delilah's praise, Lorelia beamed with delight.
"This will be the first gift I give to my master!" she declared. "And in the future… there will be countless more spoils for Lorelia to claim! Right, Xalathar?"
The Abyss dragon let out a low, rumbling growl of assent. On the matter of following Orion and killing more enemies for their master, Xalathar and Lorelia were in complete agreement.
Is this the confidence that comes with becoming a lord? Delilah wondered, watching the ecstatic girl.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of a soldier. "Your Excellency, King Harold requests your presence."
Delilah was shaken from her reverie. With the Northern Coalition routed, its forces either dead or scattered to the winds, it was time for the victors—the Human Kingdom, the Stoneheart Horde, the Dragons, and the Blood Elves—to carve up the spoils of war. Before that, however, the four allies would have to push the border further north.