After leaving the temple, the three Windrunner sisters clenched their fists in frustration.
"Alleria, His Majesty the Sun King clearly hasn't taken this seriously!"
"Let it go! The Kingdom of Quel'Thalas has enjoyed peace for so long that it has lost even the most basic vigilance. The lure of the Sunwell has left those people in Parliament caring about nothing but exploring the mysteries of the arcane. That isn't something we can change overnight. We of the Windrunner family should simply do our own part!"
Alleria answered with a faint air of disappointment.
"Hmph! One day, those old fossils will regret this!" Sylvanas cursed indignantly.
"Sylvanas, Vereesa, let's head back! Parliament may be doing nothing, but we can't let our guard down. Whenever we have time, we should go over and check on them!" Alleria rallied herself and showed her two younger sisters her usual confident expression.
"Yes!" Sylvanas and Vereesa quickly nodded.
In the blink of an eye, more than half a year passed in the vast world of Azeroth.
Apart from a handful of peaceful regions, most of this world remained mired in conflict.
Power, wealth, and land-these three things constantly drove the different races to enact one heroic epic after another.
Countless races raised their butcher's blades against others for the prosperity of their own people. The victors won everything and entered the next cycle, while the defeated became food, crumbled into dry bones, vanished without a trace, or eked out a miserable existence.
This vast, boundless, flourishing world was like an enormous pit where venomous creatures were bred to devour one another. The strong stood above all, while the weak were as lowly as dust. Not a single race stopped to consider what a peaceful world might look like, or imagine a world of prosperity for