Parallel Draenor, Talador, Auchindoun.
Auchindoun, the Draenei sanctuary where souls had rested for generations and the den of the Soulbinders, had now nearly fallen under the control of those foreign Night Elves. The Soulbinder girls could do nothing about it.
They could not beat them, and they could not drive them away. It was infuriating.
Those damned foreign invaders, backed by a Titan who was no different from a hooligan, felt no shame whatsoever in openly seizing whatever they wanted. What was yours was ours, and what was ours was still ours.
And seeing their satisfied expressions, along with a few particularly picky Highborne brothers pointing at the buildings throughout Auchindoun and wearing looks of utter disdain, the Draenei wanted nothing more than to beat them to death on the spot.
Did they really think this place was already their home? They were even fucking planning sewer construction and street renovations. They had some... wait, those actually sounded like good things?
Ah, whatever! Better curse them out first!
Still, the Soulbinders' overall resistance and hostility were no longer as severe as they had been at first. The Dawnlight Draenei who had arrived alongside the Night Empire expeditionary force had played a major soothing role.
As the saying went, collaborators led the way. The words of fellow countrymen carried considerable influence.
Under the influence of this omnipresent guerrilla-style marketing, the Draenei Soulbinders of Auchindoun had begun to waver.
Maybe submitting to these elves would not be so bad... right?
At the very least, war would have nothing to do with them from now on. Whatever happened, the Night Empire would be the first to stand in front.
And aside from losing their foreign diplomatic authority and needing to maintain the same political stance as the Night Empire, none of their other