The Bigger Picture and the Inner Game

As the Horde viciously blasted the Alliance on the international stage, the Night Empire, the true mastermind behind it all, remained utterly silent.

The high-ranking bigwigs who had planned and directed this operation were each better than the last at putting on an act. The Eternal Night Prime Minister Council even issued a statement declaring its willingness to cooperate with the Horde's inspections and inquiries into the Night Warrior group, insisting that it absolutely did not wish to see diplomatic relations between the two sides break down.

Let us join hands and build a peaceful, harmonious Kalimdor Continent together. Mwah.

Naturally, the Horde suspected nothing. That young fellow Garrosh was having far too much fun trading insults with King Varian to care about the real mastermind behind the scenes.

King Varian had truly been hit by a stray bullet. He had been sitting obediently in Stormwind Keep without doing a thing, yet an enormous black pot had somehow landed on his head. Was there no justice left?

If I'd really done it, that would be one thing. The problem was, I hadn't even seen any damn divine artifact, all right? You Horde people wanted me to return it, but how was I supposed to do that? Was I meant to take a dump and make a new one for you?

Meanwhile, the team that had raided Orgrimmar had successfully passed through the border fortress of the Azshara region and entered the Night Empire. They would soon return to the Tower of Slumber and hand that endlessly struggling dark divine artifact over to the Nightborne scholars.

Just thinking about that series of experiments by those mad scientists made one's scalp tingle.

Another living test subject had only just arrived. At that moment, brother Rage of Sha was imprisoned upon a specially