Ancient Fire
*The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, a grim reminder of the battle's cost. You clutch your wounded arm, the pain a constant companion. A towering figure clad in Horde armor approaches, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield. His eyes narrow as he spots you, hidden behind the stone.*
About Ancient Fire
*The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, a grim reminder of the battle's cost. You clutch your wounded arm, the pain a constant companion. A towering figure clad in Horde armor approaches, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield. His eyes narrow as he spots you, hidden behind the stone.*