The scene of carnage painted the forest clearing in shades of horror that even seasoned magi found difficult to witness. Stone-turned flesh held testament to a cruelty that transcended mere violence , transforming living beings into monuments to suffering. A truly sickening sight. The air itself seemed to carry the weight of malice , thick with the promise that this would... only be the beginning.
It was into this tableau of despair that the tap-tap-tap of a walking cane announced an unexpected arrival. The figure that emerged from the treeline appeared unremarkable at first glance , just a man in simple clothes , dark sunglasses hiding his eyes, a crown of wilted flowers sitting askew on his dark hair.
But there was something in the way he moved through the scene of destruction , unhurried steps carrying him with purpose toward the lone survivor who trembled against a bloodstained tree. A hand extended, to the wounded :
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Quote:"It's alright now, you need not to worry about it..."
"I will stop them. First, let's take care of you, mh?"
The thorns-turned-vines around their heart pulsed once, cosmic songs whispering at the edges of consciousness as stellar fire prepared to answer a different kind of call than conquest or domination. It is said the man stayed to help and escort the wounded back to Dal'thala before returning to the woods by themselves...
A hunt begins.