Rain poured down, and poisonous mist spread through the air. Troll Mages transformed the rain into poison and sent it falling over the Guards' camps along the sanctum's perimeter.
A strange odor drifted through the air. Sylvanas felt her rain cape grow faintly hot, and by the time she realized what was happening, the rain had already corroded her pauldrons and bracers, badly discoloring them.
Several Elf rangers suffered severe burns. The poisonous rain ate through their leather armor and quickly seeped into their skin.
The pale green mist entered their blood, leaving the poisoned rangers so weak that they could not even stand.
The Silver Hand Paladins in the camp acted immediately.
"Quick, move all the wounded and poisoned Elf rangers into the temporary tents." Ithenrien cast Power Word on the Paladins rescuing the rangers, giving them a barrier that could briefly ward off the corrosive rain.
Sylvanas reacted swiftly. This was not the first time she had encountered poisonous rain.
Those damned Amani Trolls were taking advantage of the chaos again.
Hundreds of thousands of people from Stratholme were now at the Sun Sanctum. The Trolls had attacked precisely because the Elves and humans could not defend every front at once.
Worse still, so many civilians around the sanctum hampered their movements.
"Keli, fire a signal flare. Prepare for battle."
A waterproof magical flare exploded in the night sky. Though the thunder drowned out its report, its dazzling white light made the sky above the sanctum as bright as day.
The poisonous rain did not last long. Once the Elf troops in the camps withdrew, the Troll priests quickly stopped casting.
While the rangers were retreating, the Amani Empire's Troll guards surged forward.
Sylvanas did not withdraw with the Ranger Corps. Her leather armor had received special enchantments