Norimar, standing stoically, had held his hands to his back, his unwavering gaze fixed on Jaegar, a silent presence observing every move.
Jaegar's mind raced with questions, a turbulent storm of confusion and concern as he grappled with the apparzyent breach of the maze's sanctity.
The very essence of the labyrinth was rooted in its impenetrability, yet Wi'thas and Narimar had defied the rules, leaving Jaegar bewildered and unnerved.
Before he could formulate a response or demand an explanation, Wi'thas, in a blink, materialized near Jaegar.
The suddenness of his appearance caught Jaegar off guard, and in a startled retreat, he stumbled backwards, his back colliding with the trunk of a gnarled tree.
