Dalaran Crater

"We must raise a protective barrier immediately," Jaina said to Khadgar. Her forehead was beaded with sweat, strands of golden hair soaked and plastered to her face.

"The problem is that we can't contact the other mages in time." Khadgar spoke with a grim expression.

They had not prepared as thoroughly as they had imagined. Jaina wanted to warn the others, but in the chaos of the battlefield, her voice could not even carry ten meters.

"Lady Sylvanas is preparing to teleport the entire city away."

Jaina and Khadgar sharply turned their heads toward Lansber.

The Silver Covenant adjutant nodded. "She did not seek your consent, but I don't think you will hesitate now."

How much longer? Jaina wanted to cling to that lifeline. Before she could voice the question, the sound of breaking chains drew her gaze back to the sky.

Everyone watched as the airship released what it had carried. Jaina would never forget what happened next. Her heart rose into her throat, yet the female mage did not have time to notice that her body had changed just like her state of mind. An icy sensation, like the chill brought by death, invaded her skin.

Everything before her was engulfed in pure white. Jaina did not see the moment the bomb fell. A force seized her and dragged her away from the battlefield beneath her feet. She saw Arcane Energy flood all of Theramore. Confusion and strange cries filled her ears. Then she lost consciousness.

"Victory!" Grommash stood atop a high point far from Theramore and shouted. Gorehowl was raised high above his head. The Horde gathered there stared at its blade. Then the axe pointed forward, toward the vast emptiness left behind by the disaster in the distance—seawater had replaced where Theramore once stood. "This