The Valley of Warriors shook under the weight of three armies. The roar of the Bloodreavers was the first sound to split the world. Primus launched himself at Herald, and their clash triggered the full storm.
Below them, the Bloodreaver army surged forward like a living red tide. Their formations were wide and aggressive, warriors clad in crimson armor, weapons coated in blood-fire, that signature ability of their lineage.
Blood-fire didn't behave like a normal flame. It clung. It crawled. It devoured whatever it touched and grew hotter the longer it burned. Entire squads of Bloodreaver masters rushed ahead, their swords and spears glowing molten red, each strike leaving streaks like burning comets.
Their voices shook the air.
