Inside the Floating City, in the main hall of Sunfury Spire.
The leading human figures enjoyed a victory banquet inside the Floating City for the first time. All the elves who had retreated into the Floating City also returned to the ground in succession to clear the battlefield and restore the land ravaged by the orcs. With the radiance of arcane magic at the high elves' disposal, the ruined farms had suffered only losses to their crops. Elven farmers could apply for compensation, and the Silvermoon Council would send specialized constructs to help them reclaim their fields.
The areas under Patrick's rule had suffered little damage overall. With the treasury backing them, the Floating City's holdings had effectively suffered no losses at all.
His thoughts returned to the banquet table, where Lothar raised his wineglass and addressed everyone. "Thank you to the elven Highlord for his generosity in providing such a lavish banquet. Let us drink to this victory."
With that, he drained his glass and immediately filled it a second time. "The orcs have been defeated. We will surely win the final victory and restore the Kingdom of Stormwind. Long live the Kingdom of Stormwind!"
His stirring words reached every human's ears. They had waited far too long for this moment. Stormwind City's warriors had lived far from home, wandering from place to place, never knowing whether they would survive another day.
Despite their countless frustrations, countless human warriors had taken up arms and charged the invaders for the families still waiting for their return in Southshore, for the chance to return to their homeland, and for the glory of the Kingdom of Stormwind.
Even if they fell during the charge, even if they never drew another breath, the humans still rushed forward without hesitation. Every inch of land