It was finished at last, and that was a relief. At least personally, I felt this expanded, enriched, detail-filled remake had not disappointed.
Why write a remake? Rehash old material? I wasn't that shameless. To put it plainly, it was because of the uniquely profound feelings I had for WoW and the World of Azeroth.
When I first started writing, my prose was immature and my ideas undeveloped, leaving behind a mountain of regrets. After finishing my second book, Wrath of the Shattered, the urge to rewrite my old work and give the World of Azeroth I loved most a worthy answer arose—and grew wildly.
I had played WoW for more than a decade, only to leave behind one immature old book? I couldn't accept that outcome. So what else could I do? Rewrite it!
I believed many old readers felt and thought the same way I did.
Why read WoW fanfiction?
Why finish my old book, then turn around and read this expanded, enriched, detail-filled remake?
I knew very well that you were not really reading my book, nor was it because my writing was some god-tier masterpiece, much less because I had any die-hard pull.
What you wanted was a sense of remembrance—a glimpse of youth from those fleeting old days, a long-lost familiarity hidden deep in your heart, and a sense of spiritual belonging.
Look, this was the World of Azeroth. This was where my spirit belonged.
Perhaps I had left because the current WoW expansion's story had become increasingly awful. Perhaps I had no choice but to leave as I grew older and the burdens on my shoulders grew heavier. Or perhaps I simply felt old and no longer able to keep playing.
So I came to read your books, Old Hu. So I came to