[Time Skip: Year 2]
[Location: The Great Den – Capital of the Beast Tribes]
The Great Den stood as a monument to survival, carved directly into the hollowed-out caldera of an extinct frozen volcano.
Unlike the stone walls of Ironforge or the living trees of the Elven Capital, this city was a sprawling chaos of massive mammoth-leather tents and huts built from ancient bones.
Great fire pits burned day and night, fighting off the eternal winter.
In the center of the city stood the Arena of Fangs, a colossal coliseum dug deep into the permafrost, capable of holding fifty thousand roaring spectators.
Today, the drums of war beat a relentless rhythm.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
The sound echoed off the ice walls, shaking snow from the rooftops.
In the High Lodge overlooking the city, King Scar sat on a throne draped in the pelt of a White Lion, the skin of his own brother.
