For the first time, Suramar stood at a crossroads of fate.
But Suramar had not yet reached the end of its rope. At least the Nightborne still had Kul Tiras as an ally.
Rowan stood with his hands behind his back, facing the distant sea as he gazed at the swirling vortex in the fel canopy overhead.
The Burning Legion's invasion surged like a rolling tsunami, unstoppable. If they refused to become slaves to demons and watch Azeroth perish in a sea of fire, they had to fight with everything they had.
"Though I'd love to persuade you Nightborne to abandon Suramar outright, I know you can't." Rowan calmed himself and considered how to use this ancient Highborne Elf City to mount a decisive defensive battle against the Legion demons newly arrived on Azeroth.
Suramar occupied a unique geographical position on the Broken Isles, between the Eastern Kingdoms and ancient Kalimdor.
Leaving aside the rest of the Broken Isles, Suramar lay close to the Tomb of Sargeras, and within the city stood the Nightwell, a source of energy created by the Eye of Aman'Thul.
The ancient Shal'dorei city naturally possessed the two things the Legion loved most.
Infrastructure and energy.
If the Burning Legion captured Suramar, it could use the city's infrastructure to build a base from which its demons could invade the Broken Isles and even the rest of Azeroth.
It could also draw more arcane energy from the Nightwell to power the Legion's Teleportation Anchors around the world and open more portals to the Twisting Nether.
"We've lived here for ten thousand years. No one would willingly abandon this place without putting up a fight."
Rowan nodded slightly and said gravely, "Find Elisande. Make your preparations and get ready for war!"
Every elf in Suramar, from commoners and