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Onyxia bent down, picked up a fragment of stone from the scorched earth whose edges had been melted into glass by intense heat, and held it to her nose. Her brows furrowed before she disgustedly tossed it away.
"Battle took place here not long ago, and dragons were involved." She pointed at a deep scorch mark embedded in a nearby rock wall, several meters long, its edges unnaturally crystallized. "This was Black Dragon breath, but—not pure enough, and too weak. It was likely left by a drake or a newly grown whelp.
In other words, Ragnaros probably fought something here."
Jaina also walked into the center of the devastated battlefield, the tip of her staff glowing with the faint light of detection magic.
She crouched down and brushed her fingers across several shallow craters in the ground, their surfaces cracked in radiating patterns and blackened at the center like charcoal.
"Not just dragon breath. Here, here, and over there—there are lingering shockwaves from powerful lightning elements. They were quite potent. The casters were at least tribal high Shaman level, and there was more than one of them."
She rose to her feet, her gaze sweeping over the strange plants that had been toppled and broken as if ravaged by immense force. "The battle was fierce. At least two sides, perhaps even more, clashed here."
Chromie did not approach those shocking traces. She stood alone a little farther away.
She closed her eyes and held her hands loosely before her chest. An invisible, intangible ripple spread silently from her, detectable only by those sensitive to time.
Extremely faint phantoms appeared in the air, as fleeting as sunlight refracted through mist—brief manifestations of residual fragments of time under her power.
A few seconds later, she abruptly opened her eyes, her usually