The sun was sinking toward the horizon. As the ground below grew dim, the floating island, ten thousand meters in the air, was still stubbornly bathed in orange light. Together with the red maples scattered everywhere, the city's colors turned fiery red and golden, making the whole island seem like a fairytale realm straight out of a dream.
Unlike other days, the floating island's food street was especially lively that evening. Crowds were drawn by the rich aroma of wine, and more and more people streamed toward it.
From far away, people could already see orange-red flames shooting skyward from somewhere along the food street, rising nearly a hundred meters!
The enticing aroma of wine was wafting from that very spot, spreading throughout the city. Many puzzled visitors and local Azeroth residents made their way toward the towering flames of their own accord, thinking it might be some kind of wine-culture event organized by a tavern.
Only after being stopped and turned back by a large number of High Elf guards did they learn that the truth was nothing like they had imagined.
As it turned out, it wasn't an event at all. There had been a fire!
"What's going on? What's going on?"
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"Hey!"
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"What happened here? Why is that building on fire?!"
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When a certain troublesome little girl queen, curious about what was happening, pushed through the crowd with Hermione and hurried to the front of the Stormstout Food Hall, she saw a certain bespectacled Scarhead sitting dejectedly outside the restaurant, a large group of anxious Pandaren pounding their chests in dismay, and the Stormstout Food Hall ablaze. She immediately blurted out a flurry of questions.
However
Everything was in chaos. People were busy watching, while the High Elf guards near the fire kept them