Shadowmoon Valley had become the heart of Illidan's rule after he began ruling Outland. The Demon Hunter King had occupied the Black Temple left behind by the previous Lord of Outland as his palace, though the building was less a palace than a fully militarized fortress.
Compared with the other regions of Draenor's shattered world, Shadowmoon Valley and Netherstorm, which directly bordered the void, undoubtedly had the weakest spatial barriers. To give a vivid example, the spatial barrier here was like a wall already riddled with holes, utterly incapable of stopping a surging flood.
Thus, beneath Shadowmoon Valley's eternally dark sky, dark green meteors streaked down from the horizon at every moment. These were the infernal demons deployed by the Burning Legion. They struck the ground like shooting stars, then crawled out of their craters and destroyed everything around them with the fel flame filling their bodies and their own brute strength.
This apocalyptic scene was an everyday occurrence in Shadowmoon Valley. The region was also the training ground where the Illidari trained their recruits. Every month, a batch of recruits walked out of the Black Temple, and fewer than a tenth returned alive.
That was the sort of person Illidan was. He never believed in empty words, only the blades in his hands and the blood of his enemies.
Whoosh!
Silver lightning streaked across the sky and landed somewhat crookedly on the ground of Shadowmoon Valley. Dick was fine, but Rhonin and Vereesa, whom he held in his arms, could no longer bear it.
The instant she stepped onto solid ground, Vereesa's body went limp, and Rhonin caught her. Dick paid no attention to the pale-faced couple. Instead, he turned and reached back to draw the Greatsword of Order from his back. Silver holy fire spread across this patch