Thin heels clacked against Marble floors, purposeful steps as she floated through the lonely hallways. Light danced off her vibrant copper hair, gold eyes searched the path ahead of her, painted lips cocked to one side in a smile that oozed devilish pleasure.
Thick black skirts swished around her feet, the only other sound in the empty manor aside from well timed clicks against marble. No servants bustling about, no demeaning yells from her master. It was quiet.
The expression that etched into her face as realization dawned was enough to frighten even Sargeras away.
Large white double doors waited at the end of the hallway, but where they should meet white tile sprawled a pool of crimson vindication. The substance...