The Ghost in the Centaur​ ⁽¹⁰⁰⁾

The damp, clinging air of Dustwallow Marsh fell away as Kaelen climbed. The ground grew steep and rocky, the vegetation shifting from reeds and cypress to hardy, wind-twisted pines and fragrant sagebrush. The sky, which had been a low, oppressive ceiling over the swamp, opened…

The oppressive, cloying atmosphere of Dustwallow Marsh began to thin. The stagnant water gave way to firmer ground, and the gnarled cypress trees thinned out, revealing a flat, coastal plain. The air, though still heavy with salt and damp, was now cleansed by a steady,…

The stark, mineral silence of the Shimmering Flats gave way to a thick, oppressive humidity. The hard ground softened into a sucking, black mire. The air grew heavy with the scent of decay, stagnant water, and the cloying perfume of strange, oversized blossoms. The sky,…

The salt-laden air of the coast gave way to a dry, searing heat. The marshy delta hardened into cracked, sun-baked earth, and the sky stretched into a vast, cloudless dome of pale, bleached blue. The sounds of the sea were replaced by an immense, ringing…

The restorative peace of the Cenarion Ward faded behind Kaelen, the humid breath of Feralas reclaiming him as he journeyed south. The jungle began to thin, the towering canopy giving way to a more open, marshy coastline. The air grew heavy with the tang of…