Night fell, its hazy darkness shrouding the land. Dim moonlight spilled from the sky, tangling with the darkness like mist.
Lordaeron City remained bustling after dark. Towers of light throughout the city shone brightly, driving back the darkness.
Vendors hawked their wares without pause, and people streamed to and fro, filling the streets with life.
The City That Never Sleeps-that was what Lordaeron City was called.
As Lordaeron City's population steadily grew, no curfew was imposed at night, and people could still move about freely.
Lordaeron City was lively by day, but at night it was no less bustling, perhaps even more so.
A cool night breeze swept through the tall trees at Rex's Manor. Peace settled over the quiet courtyard, where Rex waited silently.
Tap, tap, tap!
Footsteps rang out as a man approached.
The man was tall, powerfully built, and strong. It was Darius.
Darius was an important figure. Though over forty, he was brimming with strength in both body and mind. His breakthrough to Heroic rank had transformed his entire being, leaving him in the prime of his life.
His trademark full beard and neatly kept brown hair were touched with gray, but his sharp green eyes still shone with vigor.
Darius was no fool. From the events in Lordaeron City over the past few weeks, he could sense the tension in the air.
The peace and tranquility of Lordaeron City would once again be shattered.
Slaughter would descend upon Lordaeron City.
Nearly three years had passed since the war against the undead ended. It had been a terrible war that swept across the northern continent. Who knew how many Alliance cities had been razed overnight, or how many brave warriors had fallen?
The Alliance of Lordaeron had become the Alliance of Gilneas. Though victory had finally