Once August arrived, the weather in Theramore grew hot as well.
Even the wind blowing in from the sea had lost its former freshness. Fierce sunlight baked the land, and the entire city had fallen quiet at this time.
Of course, the temperature was not the only reason for that silence.
While Dick had been away adventuring, Theramore's still somewhat feeble war machine had fully mobilized. An enemy capable of destroying the nation lurked in Dustwallow Marsh, so after the Argent Dawn and the Fourth Legion repelled the first insect swarm to besiege the city, every adult man in Theramore aged eighteen or older had been drafted into the army, preparing to march into Dustwallow Marsh and take the offensive against the insects hiding there.
It was worth noting, however, that Theramore's army was not the only force taking action this time. Other factions had also made the rare move of sending extremely high-level military observer delegations. With the War of the Shifting Sands due to begin in no more than five months, none of them wanted to pass up this opportunity to observe warfare against the Aqir firsthand.
For the first time, Princess Caliea had even permitted an orc army to enter Dustwallow Marsh from the other side to tie down part of the Aqir offensive. Although this decision displeased many of Theramore's people, no one raised an objection. After all, the insects had already destroyed more than half of Dustwallow Marsh. Their ugly bodies were visible even from the city walls.
This was no longer the time to dwell on hatred.
The support promised by the mysterious Zandalari Trolls had finally arrived not long ago. When those three dugout canoes crossed the vast ocean and docked in Theramore's harbor, every fisherman stared wide-eyed. Holy Light above, this was