To the North, within the walls of Blackstone City.
The Bonfire Festival had long since burned down to embers. By all logic, the throngs of travelers who had come for the spectacle should have dispersed. Yet, the bustle within Blackstone City did not wane. Instead, the crowds swelled as more clansmen poured in from the surrounding territories.
The shift was most visible in the Inner City. The high-ranking officers of the Horde, along with their scions, were making frequent appearances. The clever ones had already caught the scent of something shifting in the wind.
On the faces of many, expectation was hardening into a palpable hunger.
Moonshadow Valley, the Underground Plaza.
Orion stood before the gathering, his gaze sweeping over the thousand souls assembled before him.
Among them were Rolan, Rendall, Thundar, Dace, Ursa, Drakthul, Brom, James... and their descendants. This thousand-strong cohort was the first wave selected for the Inter-realm Teleportation Circle.
