Elune and the Scythe

Eastern Kingdoms, Gilneas Kingdom

The forest fire started by the Hekso mercenaries was so immense that both sides of the Gilneas Civil War, who were wrapping up the street fighting in Gilneas City, could see it clearly.

Thick black smoke surged into the sky, growing denser and more choking by the moment. Carried by the wind, it nearly blanketed the entire kingdom's skies, presenting an apocalyptic sight that blotted out the sun.

What were those long-eared elves doing?! Had they gone completely wild on Gilneas territory?! What the hell had they set on fire???

Well, the forest had now become a paradise for arsonists. Those fire-loving Blackrock Syndicate goblin soldiers were having the time of their lives and could not stop themselves.

They were usually imperial engineers who built war machines and maintained the damaged spider tanks sent over by the Night Elf Border Guard. But whenever necessary—like now—they could instantly transform into the most deranged flamethrower troops.

Hey, everyone had a side gig. Make some extra cash, set a few fires, kill a few people, spice up their free time—wasn't that great?

The wild Worgen in the forest were miserable. This overwhelming inferno closed in on them from every direction, leaving them nowhere to hide and nowhere to run.

To make matters worse, those utterly heartless Druids had summoned howling hurricanes to guide the forest fire in roughly the direction they wanted.

That was right. With only the slightest guidance, nature could unleash an irresistible force, crushing all mortal creatures without regard for status, right or wrong, or even whether it should.

The all-consuming blaze raged for more than two full days. The central region of the forest had been completely burned into a blackened clearing, transforming the forest's overall shape from a circle into a hollow ring.

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