The big release would start tomorrow; for today, there would be just one update.
The sun shone brightly, and fierce winds howled.
Gusts of northeasterly wind swept in from the eastern coast and blew inland across the Eastern Plaguelands.
The flags planted atop the walls of Light's Hope Chapel fluttered constantly in the gale, rustling in the wind.
The azure banner of the Alliance stood high above them.
It gathered the faith of countless people, a symbol in which they placed their hopes.
Light's Hope Chapel was an ancient cathedral.
It had stood here ever since humanity's expansion brought people to this land.
It had weathered one ordeal after another, yet still stood firm.
The howling wind swept through the gaps, blowing ceaselessly along the streets of Light's Hope Chapel.
As Light's Hope Chapel developed, it kept expanding, adding walls and shops. With the wars, it had become more than a cathedral where people found spiritual solace; it was now a military stronghold.
Tirion Fordring's gray-white hair lashed wildly behind him in the gale.
He gently ran one hand over the wall, feeling its chill against his palm.
For a long time, he said nothing.
Darion Mograine, standing beside Tirion Fordring, could not remain silent. After the stalemate dragged on for a while, he was the first to lose patience.
Gazing toward the sea, he asked gloomily, "Uncle, are we just going to keep waiting like this?"
"Wait." Tirion Fordring's reply could not have been shorter. His lips parted slightly, releasing that single word.
"And just let those damned things wander around out here?" Darion Mograine pointed beyond the walls, toward the creatures moving about beneath the walls of Light's Hope Chapel.
"Leave them alone. As long as they don't attack Light's Hope Chapel, let them be."
Tirion Fordring watched