Warcraft Chronicles: The Wanderers of Azeroth​ ⁽⁵⁵⁾

Dawn in Astranaar was a symphony of soft light and gentle sounds. The rising sun painted the tops of the ancient trees in hues of rose and gold, while the air filled with the melodious calls of unseen birds. It was a morning of breathtaking…

The three days in Astranaar were a surreal interlude, a pocket of calm suspended between the terrors of the past and the anxieties of the future. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, Leon slept in a real bed—a simple cot of…

The hall in Astranaar was quiet, the air thick with the scent of ancient wood and the faint, sweet aroma of the Moonwell's waters. Priestess Arianne sat opposite Leon and Iris, her amber eyes holding a calm, unnerving intensity. The Sentinel commander stood a few…

The silence in the moonlit glade was absolute, broken only by the faint, crystalline hum of the Moonwell's magic. A dozen Sentinel bows remained drawn, the silver arrowheads unwavering, their points aimed at the two intruders' hearts. Leon stood frozen, his breath caught in his…

The ethereal glow from the distant peak pulsed softly, a silent siren's call in the vast, star-dusted darkness. It promised warmth, order, and a cessation of the relentless fear that had been their constant companion. But it also whispered of unknown laws, of scrutiny, of…