Thousands of spears thrummed with elements that distorted the sky of Thaur'Gorath. In the spectating crowd, an icy shiver jolted Zul'Gora's old spine. Her eyes darted to Zul'Rakhan beside her. He shuddered like her, like the rest of the crowd. No, he shuddered more, making her remember his testimony: his blood ran cold, feeling powerless under the gaze of a beast that would swallow him. She would have called him a living cataclysm.
Then, she glanced at Bao in her hand. Realisation settled in her constricted pupils. The cute baby Pandarok purred, unshaken by Adam's true strength. Rather, she pawed at Zul'Gora's hands, thrilled that he finally used it, that the bad orcs couldn't bully them anymore.
Now it was their turn.
But she shared Zul'Rakhan's opinion from yesterday: it wouldn't work.
