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Daesalliss looked back towards the mountain range looming over the horizon at the destitute housing of Ner'zhul, the Lich King. It was invisible to eyes other than the undead, and he felt grateful for this, as it was a terrible sight.
While he felt a compelling reason to return to mortal existence, he was not entirely sure why. In time it may come to him, but he had neither the foresight nor inspiration to find out at the moment. Slowly diverting his gaze from the daunting mountains, he made his way towards the southeast, the fastest route to escape from Northrend.
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