After crossing a vast, sweltering plain, Rhonin and Eileen reached the Swamp of Sorrows.
Twenty years earlier, the people of the Kingdom of Stormwind had still called the Swamp of Sorrows the Black Morass. But after the Dark Portal was built, South The Black Morass was engulfed by fel magic.
Shadows blotted out the sun, and fel flames towered into the sky. In just a year, the tropical rainforest swamp became a stretch of barren hills.
Because of the construction of the Dark Portal, South The Black Morass was renamed the Blasted Lands.
The northern Black Morass escaped the fel corruption and retained its swampy rainforest terrain.
Unfortunately, the war destroyed every native settlement in the swamp, including those of humans and some displaced draenei tribes.
For more than a decade, the swamp had been deathly quiet. Seawater flowing inland rapidly increased its salinity, and most creatures capable of surviving here were amphibious.
Humans and ordinary wild animals could not possibly survive here. But the beasts that could live here-no, monsters would be more accurate-had only grown stronger.
The rainforest was extremely humid, with nature energy thick in the air. Towering trees were everywhere, and vines spread across the swamp.
Countless aerial roots had even blocked what had once been the main road.
Rhonin had done plenty of research for this journey south, reading many mission reports about the Black Morass left by his predecessors.
He had expected the Swamp of Sorrows to be a typical rainforest region, but now everything here seemed to have changed.
Fluctuations of different energies drifted through the air: nature, elemental, arcane, and even the Holy Light.
According to the information provided by the Tirisfal Council, the person Rhonin sought might be nearby.
Time was running short, and Eileen's condition was worsening.
Her consciousness was