The silver moon, like a hook, hung above the ruins of Orgrimmar, casting a pale halo over the broken walls and rubble.
Nefarian's jet-black scales blend perfectly into the night, only occasionally gleaming with a dim metallic sheen in the moonlight when he flaps his wings, like flowing liquid darkness.
Aegwynn stood on the dragon's back, her robes fluttering in the wind, holding in her hand a leaf that emitted a faint silver light— Elune's Blessing, the veins of which flowed with the divine power of the Moon Goddess goddess.
This leaf is used to conceal one's presence and enhance magical affinity.
Elune has gone all out, hoping Aegwynn will successfully obtain the Eye of the Storm.
This leaf is more powerful than the one from the last bombing of Flame Ridge.
The night wind howled, tousling Aegwynn's long silver hair.
She swallowed the leaf and immediately felt a cool energy flow through her body, making her senses exceptionally sharp.
"This is it." Her voice was almost carried away by the night wind, but Nefarian's keen dragon ears still caught the faint sound.
The Black Dragon nodded slightly, spread its wings, and slowly came to a stop a thousand meters in the air. Its muscular body resembled a suspended black mountain.
Higher in the clouds, Onyxia hovered silently, her scales dimmer than her brother's, almost completely absorbing the moonlight.
Jaina and Deren gripped the saddle tightly; the mage's fingers turned white from the force, while Deren's other hand rested on the Dragonfang Dagger at her waist.
Their gazes were fixed on the spot below where Aegwynn was about to land—the enormous crater that could be called the "Death Pit."
When Eye of the Storm exploded, it added a new landmark to Orgrimmar.
I wonder how happy Thrall will be when he returns and sees this gift.
"I hope we don't need those little gifts," Deren whispered, his voice drowned out by the howling wind.
Dozens of intricately crafted bombs hung from Onyxia's claws, each capable of creating a massive burst of fire and a deafening roar.
If Aegwynn alerts the orcs, Deren will have Onyxia drop these bombs to distract them, creating an opportunity for Aegwynn to retreat.
Any covert operation is prone to unexpected events, so when Deren was formulating his plans, he focused most of his energy on how to make a safe and secure retreat should the operation fail.
Jaina did not answer, but a faint blue light shone from the tip of her staff, like the darkest star in the night sky.
She pursed her lips, ready to cast a disruptive spell at any moment.
Onyxia could feel the taut muscles of the two passengers on her back. She let out a barely audible chuckle, and her dragon breath condensed into white mist in the cold night air.
In her view, this orc city had lost its last shred of spirit after the last massive explosion.
Most of the city was shrouded in darkness, with only a few scattered lights in Valley of Honor maintaining a semblance of dignity.
After casting a levitation spell on himself, Aegwynn left the dragon's back and began to slowly float downwards.
With the blessing of the Moon Goddess combined with her own advanced invisibility Arcane, almost no one could detect her that night.
Furthermore, almost all the spellcasters in Orgrimmar had been taken to the front lines of Echo Isle by Garrosh. If the former Guardian wished, she could bombard the orc city from the air with Arcane once more.
Aegwynn's boots hovered lightly half a foot above the ground, without stirring up a speck of dust.
The power of the Moon Goddess's leaves allowed her to float in the air like a ghost, without even the slightest disturbance in the airflow.
The crater in front of us is over 300 meters in diameter, with jagged cracks along its edges resembling wounds on the earth, extending hundreds of meters in all directions.
This violent power reminded her of how it almost struck Theramore, and she couldn't help but feel fortunate that Deren's preemptive strike plan was so brilliant.
Otherwise, even with her guardian abilities, she wouldn't be able to defend against the power of this Titan Artifact.
She crouched down, her fingertips brushing against the scorched soil—this loose soil was horribly soft, and a light touch would send up tiny ash particles, which looked like black snow in the moonlight.
The residual Arcane Energy in the soil stung her fingertips; it was the aftershock of the Eye of the Storm.
In the distance, towards Valley of Wisdom, half a hill has been leveled, the exposed rock layers gleaming a ghastly white in the moonlight, resembling the skeleton of a giant beast.
The once-numerous buildings scattered the Drag are now nothing but jagged ruins, their charred surfaces bearing witness to the terrifying heat of the explosion.
"This is a forbidden zone for life. Even rats probably wouldn't want to come here," Aegwynn murmured softly. "I hope everything goes well."
Her voice was absorbed by the power of the Moon Goddess's leaves, without even an echo.
A bronze hourglass marker appeared before her eyes, indicating the passage of time and the spell Chromie had prepared that was obscuring the Timeline.
With her eyes closed, she released a subtle Arcane sense, the magic spreading like a spiderweb into the ground, passing through layers of scorched earth and rubble.
Arcane Energy encountered various obstacles as it traveled underground—twisted metal fragments, half-melted bricks, and even calcareous structures resembling bones.
Finally, at a depth of several tens of meters, her senses detected a faint pulse, as regular as a heartbeat—the unique energy frequency of the Titan Artifact.
Despite the powerful explosion, it retained all its functionality.
A slight smile appeared on Aegwynn's lips.
She floated directly above the sensor point and took out an exquisite jade box from her bosom.
The box made a soft "click" when it was opened, revealing a jade-like seed inside. The egg-sized seed was covered with ancient Night Elf runes.
This is Seed of the Magic Vine Tyrande personally gave her. Only this special plant, cultivated over millions of years, can grow rapidly under the influence of natural magic.
"In the name of Elune," Aegwynn murmured, pressing the seed into the scorched earth.
Natural magic flowed from her fingertips, like green fireflies twining around the seeds.
The moment the seed touches the soil, its surface shines with a bright green light, and tiny roots break through the shell, burrowing into the ground like living things.
The root system extends downwards at a visible speed, constantly branching and thickening, carving out a winding channel in the scorched soil.
Aegwynn pressed her hands lightly to the ground, concentrating intently on guiding her natural magic.
She can sense the direction of growth of each tendril and precisely control them to avoid hard rocks and metal debris.
Only a very faint rustling sound came from underground, like the sound of earthworms moving at night. It was blown away by the night wind and no one noticed this tiny movement.
Suddenly, Aegwynn's movements paused slightly.
Her keen hearing picked up the sounds of armor clashing and heavy breathing coming from afar.
A concealed Arcane Barrier quickly unfolded, completely concealing her figure and the sound of roots penetrating the soil.
The power of the Moon Goddess's leaves combined with the barrier made her seem to blend into the night itself.
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