From the treeline emerged a massive creature—half-man, half-stag, his antlers dripping with moss. With a roar that sounded like a falling mountain, he struck the earth. Roots erupted from the soil, snaring Kaelen’s legs, dragging him down into the dirt.

As Kaelen struggled, he saw Captain Valerius face the stag-lord. But before steel could meet wood, a third sound pierced the air. A wet, guttural shriek.

For the first time in history, the lion of Lordaeron and the silver moon of Kalimdor stood together. They weren't fighting for land or glory anymore; they were fighting so that there would be a world left to bleed for.