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The hot Uldum air fluttered through the blue and silver coat of the now King of Stormwind, Anduin Wrynn. Squinted as he gazed up at the immense sword that was driven into the heart of the world he called home, the Legion’s attempt to siege one last world before they were crushed. And while they were most certainly crushed, it felt like a hollow victory. The short lived cease fire they had worked out during the Legion’s invasion was so easily shattered for the sake of a damned mineral. Powerful as it was, Azerite is the blood of his homeworld and he felt intense conflict over using it to fuel war machines.
On one hand, if he didn’t, the Horde most certainly would and thus he would be overrun. But for every ounce he uses for war was another ounce wasted. He shook his head as he turned back for the portal home.
Was it all worth it Wrathion? Was this what you had planned? All those years ago at the trial of Garrosh, was this the future you wanted to bring about? The war on that forgien planet found him new allies for the fight against the Legion but it lost him many close friends...and family.
He felt more alone now than ever.
One day, he hoped, he could sit down with his only friend left and ask him in person.