The zeppelin hovered from the terrace and the corpses of Neyira and the Wishdoctor slowly diminished behind the edge of the tall structure. Arinite frowned at the prospect of accompanying the Lich King, but she had begun to trust what fate provided her. Members of every race will band together to fight the Titan. You must be prepared to face the horrors of the future with the terrors of the past. Go now mage, and fulfill my prophecy. She shuddered to remember the last words, wringing them from her mind in a subconscious panic. She tore herself away and faced the fleet that now accompanied their zeppelin. The Skybreaker closed in and Aldean stared over towards her, "You alright?" She nodded as her cousin smiled, "Glad to hear it." His smile became a source of malevolent fear as her turned his eyes towards the molten husk of Bolvar Fordragon. "Know this, Highlord..." The Lich King raised his head in the warrior's direction. He stood on the edge of the gunship that soared parallel to his own. "The Greys haven't forgotten the Scourge. We won't hesitate to out you in the ground where you belong!" The Lich King nodded, "Good."
The fleets were soon accompanied by Anachronos and his drakes who've sustained many wounds. The large bronze dragon idled next to the Alliance craft and spoke, "The last of the demons are no more commander." Aldean nodded and the directed his attention to the center of the ship, there Tirion Fordring, Sylvanas Windrunner and Highlord Mograine and Aldoss of the Grey convened. "The Greys have done well today." Aldean nodded to Sylvanas who seemed unusually contempt with her position. She walked towards the stern of the ship and faced her mortal enemy. "What is your plan Lich King? Why stop when we've achieved the momentum?" Tirion Fordring looked over at the slowly scaling view of Galakrond's grave. "He intends to raise the beast." Sylvanas darts back towards the paladin, "That's fairly obvious. But how does he intend to do it?" She points at the surrounding landscape. "Arthas had ample opportunities to raise this dragon. He couldn't have done it; why should we expect this time to be any different?"
Bolvar smiled from underneath his helmet, "Because I have a friend that Arthas ignored." Sylavanas turned again and acknowledged the Lich King's gaze, "Darced?" Bolvar Fordargon shook his head, "The Mender of Eons."
The zeppelin landed and the party began to exit. "Everyone get to defensive positions!" The soldiers spread as the Lich King approached the grave site. "Sargeras' minions will no doubt attempt to disrupt the party." His gaze shifts to Lethean, "Death Knight, I give you disposal of my armies. Use them to ensure the living remain safe." He turns and addresses the mortal armies, "Let my soldiers take the majority of the blows. We fight for your sake more than our own." He faces the grave again and prepares a summon, barely giving time for the surrounding soldiers to amass. "For those of you who received the shards of Frostmourne from Darced in Icecrown, Throw them into the grave, it will give me the power I need to summon the proto-dragon!"
The dragon aspects suddenly appeared in the skies approaching the grave. Anachronos screamed, "Hold off Sargeras' army until they arrive! The Lich King will need help!"
Screeches of demons poured from the skies as the dropped from the Stormpeaks. Fools! You only hasten the inevitable!