On second thought, Rex dismissed the idea. To him, Jaina's arrival in Lordaeron City was hardly important news.
He glanced up at the sky. It was dark and gloomy, with banks of black clouds seeming to press down upon him. Like a sullen child, the sky's pale gray face gradually darkened, replaced by a heavy, gray-black gloom.
A silver-white streak shaped like a serpentine dragon flashed through the murky sky.
It suddenly lit up the world, but the light vanished as quickly as it had appeared.
A low rumble of thunder followed, and Rex withdrew his gaze. The weather had changed without warning. It had been nothing like this that morning, but now rain was clearly on its way.
After that first low rumble, deafening thunder and blinding lightning followed, filling the air with dread.
Rex entered his house and opened the window. Gust after gust of cold wind blew into the room.
An oppressive air hung over the world. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
About half an hour later, rain began pouring from the sky.
The world grew hazy, the rain obscuring everything from view.
Now Rex had no intention of moving. He had originally planned to go out that day and take a look around the Military Camp.
But this rain put an end to that idea.
Rex was no glutton for punishment, eager to venture out in weather like this. He knew how to enjoy himself, too.
Leaning back in his chair and watching the rain outside, Rex slowly drifted off to sleep.
While Rex slept, however, Outland was anything but peaceful.
The sky was red, and the distant sun resembled a blazing fireball, scarcely different in color from the sky itself.
Fierce winds swept across the land, whipping up red dust. A thousand miles of scorched earth, barren