"Tap, tap, tap."
Clear footsteps rang through the utterly destroyed Antorus Citadel. Ever since the mountain range had been completely demolished three days earlier, this place had become forbidden ground. The demons of the Antoran Wastes could not break in. Under the protection of tens of thousands of the Iron Burning Legion and the starships cruising overhead, almost no one on this planet could force their way inside.
But the reason the Alliance Forces had sealed off these ruins remained vague. Many commanders along the defensive line had no idea what remained in this utterly devastated wreckage that warranted such an effort from their superiors. But orders were orders, and no one would object, especially at this stage of the campaign.
The large-scale fighting had ended. Only the Demon Hunters were still hunting the high-ranking demons hidden in every corner of Argus, gathering enough high-quality Dragon Souls to lay the foundation for the Illidari's future expansion. The exhausted soldiers rested in the Mac'Aree Ruins and the positions in Krokuun. Everyone was waiting for the day they could return.
Although there had still been no definite word on when they would leave this world that held nothing but demons, everyone was confident. They had come to fight a war. Now that the war was over, the soldiers had nothing more to do.
Unfortunately, they did not know that the greatest crisis had never actually passed. It remained beyond the world, and no one knew when it might bring a destructive end. At the very least, it should never come, but that was impossible.
Dick was unwilling to consider what they would do if Sargeras arrived, either, because there was no point. Perhaps once Elune had fully matured, she could exchange blows with Sargeras, but to them as they were now, he