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The moon over Ashenvale burns red with memory. In the wake of Garrosh Hellscream’s advance, the night elves brace against a storm that no prayer can calm. Tyrande Whisperwind leads her Sentinels into the heart of the forest, where faith falters beneath firelight and prophecy waits in the silence between arrows.

Within Darnassus, the echoes of justice twist into obsession. Maiev Shadowsong hunts the shadows of her own purpose, driven by wounds that neither duty nor divinity can heal. Jarod Shadowsong follows in her wake, racing to stop a reckoning before it consumes them both.

And deep among the roots and embers, Malfurion Stormrage confronts the breaking of balance itself. The forest that once answered his call now weeps and burns, torn between vengeance and renewal....

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In Darnassus, guilt and fury drive a king into the wilds. Beside him, another haunted ruler hunts under the same moon. Varian Wrynn and Genn Greymane, the Lion and the Wolf, meet not as allies, but as predators circling the same wound. Their clash will carve the shape of things to come.

While they hunt, Tyrande Whisperwind prepares for war, her faith strained by silence from the goddess she serves. Malfurion’s warnings go unheeded, and the first ships set sail for Ashenvale, where prophecy and fire wait to meet.

In the heart of Darnassus, Jarod and Maiev Shadowsong uncover a truth darker than murder, an unseen malice that stalks both Elf and Worgen alike. And deep in the forests of Ashenvale, Garrosh Hellscream’s Horde descends on Silverwing, bringing ruin and flame to the Sentinels who stand alone.

This is the moment when kings become beasts, faith becomes burden, and war begins not with armies but with a single hunt...

Lore portion starts at (14:51)

Under moonlight and tension, the Alliance gathers in Darnassus. What should have been a council of unity becomes a test of pride, grief, and power. Malfurion Stormrage struggles to hold together the vision of peace his people desperately need. Tyrande Whisperwind stands between faith and fury, her patience tested by the rising heat of human tempers. Maiev Shadowsong, once exile and jailor, watches from the margins, a ghost of vengeance as she hunts for killers on the loose.

Genn Greymane’s remorse meets Varian Wrynn’s anger, and the echoes of Anduin’s light cannot drown the storm that follows. Words become weapons. Oaths begin to splinter. And while the Alliance quarrels beneath sacred boughs, the forests of Ashenvale burn with the first volleys of Garrosh’s war.

This is the breaking point, where kings clash not for conquest, but for the soul of the Alliance itself.