When Darkmoon City fell, she fired her last three arrows and snapped two abominations' necks with her bowstring before collapsing. When Aesath pierced her chest with Frostmourne, the ranger-general's blood froze over her family crest. Three months later, her banshee shell broke free from the Undercity shackles and tore twelve necromancers to pieces—none of them understood the hatred blazing in her undead eyes. In the catacombs of Lordaeron, she taught the forsaken to sing war hymns with rotted throats and to grind ghoul claws into lockpicks. While the living debated whether the undead deserved a place, she had already infiltrated Stormwind's armory, hiding ash beacons of the Forgotten in every scabbard: 'Learn to coexist with the dead—or be ready to join them.'