as much as you love Edge of Night, you missed the whole think piece written in it where Sylvanas self reflects on her past and how she could have been seen as heartless in her pragmatism. But then the narrative justifies her by saying no, you did what you did because you understand War and what is right.
Another memory flooded her senses. Now she crouched behind an outcropping of smooth stone in Eversong Woods. The autumnal foliage rustled above her, masking the sound of her companion’s footsteps as he dashed forward and then fell into hiding beside her. “There are so many!” he barked, falling silent as she raised a finger. “We have only two dozen rangers up there,” he said, his voice now a whisper. “They cannot survive that!” Sylvanas didn’t turn her gaze away from the dark mass of shambling corpses crushing its way closer to the river ford. It was the height of the Third War, and hours away from Silvermoon’s fall at the hands of Arthas’s army.
“They merely need to delay them as we fortify the Sunwell’s defense,” she answered, her tone measured.
“They will die!”
“They are arrows in the quiver,” Sylvanas said. “They must be spent if we are to win this.”
She was brash. Empty? No—a fighter. She had a warrior’s heart. Edge of Night- page 3
Sylvanas understands what sacrifices need to be made for victory. that’s what makes her stand out as a character, especially so starkly compared to Garrosh in the same text. Garrosh was selfish. Garrosh didn’t care how many lives were lost as long as he claimed the prize and she saw the lengths Garrosh would go to get victory, even if it wiped out the Forsaken and made them want to throw themselves on bonfires to escape the Horde and the Alliance. Sylvanas isn’t selfish like that, she wants victory and justice and she does play a role of a character who may be either a true neutral or a chaotic neutral but still neutral.
“We need a vessel. One like us. A sister of war. Strong. Who understands life and death. Who has seen the light and the dark. Someone worthy—worthy of power over life and death.”
“We need you,” repeated Agatha, her black hair floating freely in the light.
“My sisters will be free, free of the Lich King forever, but their souls will be bound to yours,” Annhylde continued. “Sylvanas Windrunner, Dark Lady, queen of the Forsaken… you may walk with the living again through the sisterhood of the Val’kyr. As long as they live, so too shall you. Freedom, life… and power over death. This is our pact. Do you accept our gift?”
Sylvanas answered, but not right away. The lurking oblivion filled her with terror. Even now, she felt the tempest rage around her. This was her only way out. But she didn’t want to give her assent out of fear. She waited until she felt something more. A fellowship. A sisterhood. Sisters. Separate, they were all trapped. But together, they were free… and with them, she could postpone her fate. - Edge of Night page 7
EoN reads like it was setting Sylvanas up to be an anti-hero. Can you not see this?