Broken Isles, Val'sharah region, Black Rook Hold.
This massive, ruined military fortress stood silently by the sea. The intricate patterns and reliefs on its towering walls, mostly concealed beneath thick moss, spoke of the fortress's glory ten thousand years ago.
Black Rook Hold had been the domain of Lord Ravencrest. During the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago, the first elven Rebel Army had officially been established here, with Lord Ravencrest serving as its first General Commander.
Orc hero Brox had once been imprisoned here. It had also been the great city where the Stormrage brothers and Tyrande loved to wander during their leisure time, where the love and hatred of their triangle unfolded.
After Lord Ravencrest died in the war, Black Rook Hold gradually declined, and its former prosperity faded day by day.
Then The Great Sundering directly handed this fortress city a death sentence.
Black Rook Hold drifted southward into the Southern Seas of the Endless Sea along with the shattered land, becoming a deserted relic of a bygone age in the Broken Isles.
Well, calling it deserted was not entirely accurate. The elves who had failed to escape during The Great Sundering had left their bones here forever, and their howling, lost souls had likewise been bound within Black Rook Hold, unable to find release for all eternity, repeating their final actions over and over again.
"Why don't you elves build places for souls to rest, like our Auchindoun? If you merely bury the bones and release the souls, they may simply dissipate forever."
A group of glamorous young women rode Night Sabers and thunder elephants along the lush woodland paths of Val'sharah.
Turalyon of Light turned to look at Tyrande, who rode beside her, chatting to pass the time.
For this operation to purify