The tsunami's arrival was only the prelude. Vashj was not the only one proficient in this kind of army-scale magic.
East of Wyrmrest Temple, Tyrande closed her eyes amid the Alliance army's heavy protection, crossing her hands over her chest as the Moon Goddess's mark appeared on her forehead.
As a formidable figure who had been renowned for ten thousand years, Tyrande was known across the continent for her signature technique, Starfall.
With some of the authority granted by Elune, she could make arcane stars fall from the nodes of the various ley lines to attack her enemies. Back in Outland, Tyrande had temporarily lost the ability to unleash Starfall, but now that he was on Azeroth, Tyrande used his signature skill once again.
Of course, had the outcome of the War of the Ancients not displeased Elune, Tyrande should have had greater authority, and the stars falling from her current Starfall should have become pillars of arcane light.
The arcane stars in the sky had begun to fall, subjecting the Twilight Cultists hiding in their fortifications to a baptism of stars.
In Snowfall Glade, the Horde army had already assembled. This time, the Horde had turned out in almost its entirety, intent on wiping out Twilight's Hammer.
The Cataclysm and the elemental war unleashed by Deathwing had inflicted tremendous harm on the Horde, perfectly drawing the ire of every power on Azeroth.
Rokhan stood in the center of a voodoo magic circle, with eight witch doctors standing by around him.
"Your souls... are already trembling with unease."
Rokhan prepared his voodoo incantation, and the witch doctors around him began casting their spells, targeting the Twilight Cultists west of Wyrmrest Temple with their curses.
Without any warning, the bodies of many cultists began to rot. Pustules grew on some of