The Price of Glory

The Alliance and the Druids gathered before the site of the now-collapsed Scarab Wall. Scorching desert winds swept up grains of sand and lashed every warrior's face, yet they could not disperse the complicated emotions in the air—a mix of the joy of victory and the weight of sacrifice.

Malfurion Stormrage stood atop the ruins, his solemn, booming voice carried far and wide by magic. "The source of evil has been eradicated! But An'qiraj's wounds and shadows will not fade at once. For Azeroth's future, we must rebuild the barrier and seal away this cursed land completely, until time erases every scar!"

His words won the approval of most, especially those who had personally experienced the terror of the Qiraji.

"Begin." King Varian nodded to Chromie.

The Bronze Dragon Chromie flew into the air, her body gleaming with a strange bronze luster beneath the sunlight. She began chanting an ancient, lengthy spell. As she chanted, the air around her began to warp, and sand rose against gravity. A massive Time Rune Array, flickering with bronze light, slowly emerged above the ruins of the collapsed wall.

"Now!" Chromie shouted.

Kaelestrasz, the Red Dragon prince, stepped forward first. He drew a deep breath, and blazing Life Fire mixed with dragon breath surged forth into the Time Rune Array. The flames were not meant for destruction, but contained endless life and vitality. They gave the ancient seal the foundation of "existence," ensuring it could continue operating like a living thing and withstand the erosion of time.

Next, the Green Dragon Mylune spread her wings, and emerald dream energy flowed out like a thin mist, merging into the array. This energy brought the power of tranquility and sleep. Its purpose was to soothe and suppress any lingering nightmares and mad whispers deep within An'qiraj,