The reckoning is upon us. The culmination of our training, of Azeroth as we know it, stands to be judged. By whom, you may ask? By the gods, the titans, the elementals…
…by Deathwing.
The land wretches and twists in a rage born of vengeful hatred, the mountains can no longer contain the furious blaze that toils deep below. Yes, Deathwing has come, and all races alike – from Gnome to Tauren – will tremble and fall before his sweltering rampage. Unless there is a resistance.
Malicious entities, children of the blaze, spill into Orgrimmar and tear down the noble Horde capital from the inside. The very bowels of Ironforge crack and split as earth spirits steal into the majestic Dwarven sanctuary, pushing it to the very brink of collapse. The throne of Magni Bronzebeard is hot to the touch. Too hot.
Continued…