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Chapter 2 artwork WIP (by artist requwuiem)

Added 2021-07-30 13:05:54 +0000 UTC

Throwing on night robe of dark silk, she dragged herself to the nearest window, she had to squint as the unusually bright sunlight hit bright silver eyes. “What the…”

Pressing her palms to the windowsill, the relatively young Night Elf did not fully comprehend what was happening and what was causing such agitation at this time of day. In the streets, more than two dozen Highborne sorcerers were gathered in small groups, discussing loudly among one another.

“I… I cannot weave my spells anymore!” said one.

“My enchantments have failed! Even the Queen’s magic has failed!” remarked another, pointing to the bright sky.

“Something has happened to the Queen!”

These words started to worry Shalendris as well. Usually so carefree and composed, even she was starting to feel the generalized panic infecting her, burrowing into her soul. Never really gifted in anything related to magic, Shalendris could now also feel how the magic permeating every facet of Kaldorei society had disappeared. It had not faded over time, it had stopped entirely, like a river suddenly dammed by a boulder.