The Burning Legion's military campaign in Kalimdor had started with a roar and ended with a whimper, giving the Night Elves a chance to breathe.
With the Burning Legion's main demon force relocating, Malfurion would naturally not let this perfect opportunity to turn the tide slip away.
The civilians who had survived the battle at Nordrassil had moved to Winterspring. If the evacuation went smoothly, they would soon reach the coast and board the Moonships waiting there to seek refuge in Teldrassil.
With that worry out of the way, Malfurion turned his attention back to Nordrassil.
The World Tree, which had flourished thanks to the Well of Eternity his brother Illidan had created, possessed extraordinary vitality.
After peace returned to the Emerald Dream, Malfurion discovered Nordrassil's recovering roots at the boundary between the real world and nature's reflection.
As long as even a trace of vitality remained, the spirits of nature would help the World Tree regain its former vigor.
Malfurion had other concerns as well. With Nordrassil destroyed, nature's power throughout Mount Hyjal and all its surrounding regions would fall completely out of balance.
Without the power of nature's living beings, every creature that depended on the forests and water sources would migrate elsewhere.
In the end, this ancient land, stripped of its forests and sacred spirits, would become a realm of shifting sands like Uldum.
Malfurion could not bear the cost of that environmental imbalance. Damage to the plane of reality would not only affect the Dream's stability, but also cause nature's power to fade away.
His sense of responsibility would not allow him to abandon this sacred land. He had to act immediately and reclaim the devastated ruins of the Elf city.
"Malfurion, what in the world are you thinking?!" Tyrande was furious at her beloved's sense