The night sky over Shadowmoon Valley looked unusually dark. By now, it should truly have been night.
The surrounding lands were all shrouded in darkness, but the Temple of Karabor alone blazed with lights.
An Arcane Furnace supplied vast amounts of energy here.
Keeping the magical lamps lit day and night was therefore no strain at all.
Magical lamps were very low-grade magical devices, and the energy they needed to operate was extremely low!
The brightly lit Temple of Karabor was the most conspicuous landmark in Shadowmoon Valley.
Nearby Orcs and Draenei refugees would all be drawn toward its bright lights.
However, Akama had already led his Broken troops to wipe out the Orc clans in Shadowmoon Valley.
The Orc forces that arrived later were also repeatedly battered by the Broken troops' assassinations and demolitions, until they had no choice but to retreat.
With things underground blowing them sky-high even as they walked, they never wanted to return to this pitch-black hellhole.
Thus, the Draenei refugees alone enjoyed these lights.
When they saw the brilliant magical lights from afar, the refugees knew the temple had been retaken.
When Herad found K'ure, he was standing in a daze in the great plaza in front of the temple.
With golden light glittering all over him, he seemed no different from X'era.
Yet he was all outward strength and inner weakness.
Without the Silver Hand Warhammer, he would immediately revert to his original state!
Sensing Herad's approach, K'ure turned the Large Arcane Golem around and asked, quite puzzled, why he had come.
"Why are you here? Didn't you still need to explore the Shadowlands?"
K'ure had never imagined that Herad would finish his exploration so quickly.
He had even called in help to kill one of the culprits, already securing certain victory in