He hurried toward the stairs and before he even reached the end, a private message appeared in the chat channel.
Wang Xuan: Mo Fei, are you in position? It's time for Deathwing to make an entrance.
Aidan: Sorry, there's been a slight hiccup, I'm afraid I'll be delayed a bit.
Wang Xuan: Damn, what are you joking about? The Horde and Alliance are at a stalemate right now. What if the Horde can't break through without your appearance?
Aidan: Don't worry, with a million-strong Horde army, how could they possibly fail? It's just going to take a little more time, that's all. Plus, I'll be there soon... that's it for now...
Mo Fei turned off the private chat and saw the great doors to Medivh's room before him.
As he entered, he saw Medivh, standing in front of the crystal ball, looking panicked and exasperated.
Medivh (Avatar of Sargeras): "Submit, Medivh. There's no point in wasting time any longer. Your defeat is certain."
