Mo Fei overlooked the city beneath him, shrouded in pitch-black shadow. Scattered battles occasionally erupted in the corners deep within the city, but they no longer had any impact on the bigger picture.
These were the final struggles of a few survivors. Perhaps one or two lucky souls might escape, but the majority were destined to become members of the Void Army.
Lordaeron had fallen. In less than a day, this glorious, majestic capital once blessed by the Holy Light had devolved into a realm of corruption and darkness.
He watched as the corrupted citizens wandered the streets like zombies.
He watched as Priests and Bishops who had embraced the shadows used shadow magic to open numerous portals, summoning Void creatures into this world in droves.
He saw shadow energy erupting from the Golden Tree, spreading and expanding incessantly.
The horrifying scene left Mo Fei silent.
Hovering above the skies, he coldly observed the terrible spectacle.
