Southern Seas, Broken Isles.
The Fel Energy around the Tomb of Sargeras had begun to slowly disperse, and warm, gentle sunlight was once again appearing in the formerly pitch-dark sky.
The demons within the tomb had also begun withdrawing in an orderly fashion through the Fel Portal. Ever since Supreme Divine Lord Sargeras had taken away the divine body he had sealed here, the demons no longer had any reason to continue guarding the tomb.
Meanwhile, the Night Empire's forces had landed in full, preparing to take over this ancient elven ruin entirely.
Though this tower, once part of Suramar City, had weathered the passage of countless years, the entire structure still did not appear dilapidated. In a sense, the lingering Fel Energy had served as both a cleaning agent and a form of routine maintenance.
A column of spider Walking Tanks drove into the Tomb of Sargeras, while Border Guard soldiers marched in orderly lines on either side.
The interior of the tomb had been simply renovated by the Arcane Golems that had arrived in advance. Though traces of Fel Energy and demons could still be seen everywhere, basic lighting and habitation were no longer a problem.
This place would become the Night Empire's core stronghold in the Southern Seas, serving as a transit hub for trade and exchange.
"Hey, there's a little succubus over there! Hey, sweetheart, are you lost? Want your elven brothers to give you some proper help? Hahahaha—urp."
Well, many demons were still waiting in the upper levels of the Tomb of Sargeras to enter the portal and return home, and the Border Guard had come into direct contact with them.
The teased succubus turned at the sound, stared at the somewhat lecherous night elf uncle, and smiled seductively.
"Ooh, big sister would like to