I saw the armada, jagged ships scorching the sky and defiling the land.
I saw the sky darken, I saw the swirling mass of their homeworld burn a hole in the sky.
I saw the sword fall, I felt the world shudder in pain.
I saw the tree burn, smelt the smoke on the wind, and heard the people scream.
I have been, and continue to be, unconcerned.
I am, however, intrigued.
There’s real fucking magic on the wind, now.
The Naaru, the Illidari, the Army of the Light. Prophets, archmagi, doomsayers, and every wannabe huckster flipping cards onto their backs. They drank the punch. They bought bridges in far off lands. They were all convinced that life, the universe, and everything was threatened.
I was unconvinced. There were always...