The Ghost in the Centaur​ ⁽¹⁰⁰⁾

　The oppressive humidity of the Feralas jungle clung to Kaelen like a second skin. He had been traveling for days through the tangled undergrowth, his progress slow and deliberate. The cacophony of life was a constant, and the ever-present threat of predators kept his senses…

The character of Ashenvale began to shift subtly. The towering, ancient hardwoods gave way to a denser, more chaotic profusion of life. The air grew heavier, warmer, thick with the scent of damp earth, rotting vegetation, and the cloying perfume of immense, exotic flowers. The…

The deeper Kaelen ventured into Ashenvale, the more the forest seemed to close in around him. The great trees, their trunks like pillars of a celestial cathedral, grew so close together that their branches intertwined, weaving a canopy so thick it turned the day into…

The gentle, rolling hills of Mulgore gradually steepened, the air growing thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. The endless sky of the tauren homeland was slowly enclosed by a canopy of towering, ancient trees, their trunks wider than the great kodo of…

The Barrens, with its vast, sun-scorched plains, began to subtly change. The golden grass grew taller, interspersed with hardy, purple-flowered shrubs that released a faint, herbal scent when crushed underhoof. The air, still dry, carried a cooler, thinner quality, hinting at a higher altitude. Kaelen…