Broken Isles, Val'sharah, Blackrock Hold.
This ruined massive fortress stood silently by the sea. The patterns and reliefs on its towering walls, hidden beneath thick moss and lichen, spoke of its former glory.
Blackrock Hold had been the domain of Lord Ravencrest. During the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago, the first elven resistance force had been established there, with Lord Ravencrest serving as its first commander-in-chief.
After Ravencrest fell in the war, Blackrock Hold gradually declined, its former prosperity fading day by day.
Then came the Great Sundering, which directly pronounced the death sentence of this fortress city.
Blackrock Hold drifted southward into the Endless Sea along with the shattered land, becoming an uninhabited ruin in the Broken Isles.
Well, calling it uninhabited was not entirely accurate. Those elves who had failed to escape during the Great Sundering had left their remains here forever. Their howling, bewildered souls had likewise been bound within Blackrock Hold, unable to find release for all eternity.
"Why don't you elves build places for souls to rest, like our Auchindoun? If you only bury the remains and free the souls, they may simply dissipate."
A group of women rode Night Sabers and elekks along the lush forest paths of Val'sharah.
Turalyon of Light turned to Tyrande, who rode beside her, and chatted with her to pass the time.
For this operation to purify Blackrock Hold, Soulbinder priests skilled in Holy and Discipline magic, along with the Moon Sisters, were the best candidates.
Turalyon of Darkness and the Soulbinders under her command could not do this. They had come to release and guide ancient souls onward, not to blast them into nothingness with fire or a psychic lash.
"Our situation differs from that of the Draenei. Every elf returns to the World Tree