On the ruins of what had once been an ogre arena, a majestic Darkness Gate towered high into the sky. Kargath led the orc slaves who had escaped from the ogre prisons, overseeing the ogres who had become orc slaves after their defeat as they transported materials.
A metal blade had been fitted onto his severed limb. The orc slaves who had mutilated themselves alongside him to gain freedom had likewise been fitted with all manner of metal weapons.
They had voluntarily formed a new orc clan: the Shattered Hand Clan.
They were fanatical and free, unrestrained and brutal. Having gained freedom, they were exceptionally difficult to control. The only one they willingly bowed to and obeyed was the High Priestess Hecate, who had defeated the ogres and united most of the orc clans.
Her disaster-like elemental magic and immense power had deeply shaken their hearts. She had freed them, granted them freedom, and earned their respect.
Power and respect—so long as one possessed those two things, most orcs were willing to obey, even if that person was not an orc.
Oshu'gun.
"Is this the treasure of the Shadowmoon Clan?" Hecate looked at the enormous black hill. Energy surged throughout her body as, before the astonished eyes of Ner'zhul and the others, she lifted the massive mountain into the air. Sharp magical power carved away sections of the mountain with sweeping force. Once the outer rock had been stripped away, a black celestial body was revealed.
Powerful Shadow Power radiated from within the celestial body, and the air seemed to gain a certain Whispers of the Void. Ner'zhul and the other shamans were exceptionally sensitive to such whispers. They reminded them of a taboo within their clan.
"Shadow, Holy Light, Fel, Azeroth's Arcane." Hecate murmured inwardly. She thought that perhaps