The gate of the Greymane Wall was bustling again. Standing nearby, Rex watched the last group of refugees from Lordaeron pass through the wall and shook his head slightly. After several days of uninterrupted work, day and night, all the refugees outside the Greymane Wall had entered Gilneas. But Rex knew this was only temporary. Since the undead army intended to send the refugees from Lordaeron ahead of its forces, these were merely the ones it had driven here. Clearly, many more refugees remained in the army's grasp. Rather than killing them, the undead had bound them, waiting to release them when the siege began.
The dazzling glow of the Magic Items lit the gate of the Greymane Wall as brightly as day, though it still fell short of sunlight. Rex looked up at the last refugee from Lordaeron, and a beautiful face came into view. She did not possess Jaina's kingdom-toppling beauty, nor did she match Rona, but she could certainly be called beautiful. Even the grime on her face could not conceal her looks.
Rex glanced at her, then looked away. Something felt faintly wrong, and he looked at the woman again. He watched her walk toward Gilneas, step by step. The Holy Light shining on her caused no adverse reaction. Instead, she wore an expression of enjoyment beneath its glow. Gradually, the woman disappeared into the darkness.
Although the sun had begun to rise, night still shrouded the land. It would take a little longer for the sun's countless rays to dispel the darkness.
The gauzy edges of several thick clouds were tinged with pale crimson. A ray of sunlight rose from the distant horizon, heralding the arrival of a new day. The newborn sun was red, and that red slowly deepened, spreading from the horizon toward