WORLD OF WARCRAFT

She’d spoken of it at the meeting, tried to warn the others of it, but the warning had gotten lost; a little bright fragment of . . . something . . . had been briskly swept away like a broken bit of pottery beneath an industrious broom. It was— She gnawed her lower lip, thinking. It was the greatest challenge the dragonflights would face, but she did not know against whom they would be fighting. It might come soon . . . or aeons from now. Could it have something to do with the return of Deathwing? Surely it had to . . . did it not? This breaking of the world was one of the worst things that had ever happened to Azeroth. How could she persuade others of the direness of the situation when she herself could not articulate it? She uttered a little noise of annoyance and frustration. One thing she knew for certain. There were many pieces missing from this puzzle, but there was one core piece that was necessary before any of