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It has been quite the adventure, friend. I owe you a great debt of gratitude. Perhaps, when all is said and done...
As you have no doubt ascertained by now, Lady Prestor is Onyxia: Brood of Deathwing, twin to the tyrant of the Spire, Nefarian.
For too long she has held our kingdom in her captivating gaze. Even the Highlord is controlled by her trickery - a puppet. It all ends today... The spell will be broken.
Worry not, for together, we shall be victorious!
Are you ready?
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I... I... I was powerless.
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<Bolvar holds the shattered medallion.>
The magic held within must be reignited. The dragon's eye must be attuned.
Windsor's sacrifice has freed our Kingdom, but the threat of Onyxia and her kin is ever looming.
This medallion is what held my mind and body captive. It is also what gave me access to Onyxia's own mind - to her secrets. Albeit the visions are muddled now, some things I do remember.