The Pandaren Path into the World

Endless Sea, the giant turtle Shenzhenzi, Misty Isle.

Even as the Dragon coalition launched a surprise attack on the Blackwing Cult, a grand drama of factional allegiance and parting from friends and family was unfolding on Misty Isle.

The wreckage of the Skybreaker had been completely cleared away. The huge, horrifying wound left by the crash had healed completely, though growing a new shell would still take some time.

Meanwhile, the Pandaren on the island accepted the Alliance and Horde's proposal. Any Pandaren willing to make their way in the outside world would set sail aboard seagoing vessels.

With Shenzhenzi's consent, Misty Isle—which had never before been found by anyone with certainty—proactively revealed its location. Its mists withdrew, and for the first time, it welcomed fleets from the outside world.

Both the Alliance and the Horde sent their own fleets to retrieve the survivors from their respective sides.

Then, the Pandaren of Misty Isle began making choices that would shape their own destinies.

The Alliance and Horde banners stood less than twenty meters apart. Beneath them, the diplomatic officials responsible for registering arrivals glared at each other, as though trying to kill one another with their eyes.

Long lines had formed before both banners. The Pandaren who had made their choices were waiting to register their information and board the ships.

Ji Firepaw led the Monks of the Fire Gold Sect through registration, then strode toward the Horde's temporary dock behind the banner. A massive ocean-going ironclad warship was moored there. They would cross the vast sea aboard that vessel, bound for the unfamiliar Kalimdor Continent and the Horde capital of Orgrimmar.

They would swear allegiance in the Warchief's Hall, becoming proud members of the Horde and fighting for it.

Ji turned to look at Aisha Cloudsong, who stood on