Beneath Extinguished Flames, Embers Still Burn

"A god has fallen! Upon Draenor's shattered earth, we witnessed the defeat of a true cosmic god. What an honor."

Orc blademaster Lantresor leaned on his warblade, standing at the edge of Talador's coast.

The corpses of demons and void creatures he had cut down lay scattered around him. Silent Havorosen blademasters moved across the battlefield, finishing off the fallen monsters that had not yet died.

This was Lantresor's own Righteous Blade Clan. Its numbers were still small, but every member, like him, was of mixed Draenei and Orc blood. Combining the strengths of both races, they possessed extraordinary talent and potential.

Yet though the blademasters had won the battle and reclaimed their clan stronghold on the Talador coast, no one could find any joy in this moment.

Not only had they witnessed two gods clash in Gorgrond, reducing those plains into "mountains beneath the sea," but the entire world had also been dragged into the dreadful Darkest Night.

The sun of the star system containing Draenor was gone. Without a light source, all of Draenor had fallen into darkness.

Endless night alone would have been bad enough, but more importantly, without the sun's light and heat, the world's temperature was plummeting. Nagrand was already covered in frost. Its grasslands and trees had frozen over, and a visible mass extinction was about to begin.

The good news was that, because the Argus Restoration Army had gathered here, there were currently many Naaru in this world.

They were stationed in the Eredar's two cities and several towns. When the Darkest Night arrived, the Naaru selflessly became Light Sources in the darkness, using their light and warmth to protect the cities and towns.

Shattrath City had already sent messengers with orders for the Orcs of Nagrand to migrate there immediately. Otherwise, once