The final morning in Black Crag broke under a sky of pure, brilliant crystalline azure. Across the vast staging grounds stretching from the southern gates to the foothills of Nova Terra, ninety thousand warriors of the Grand Continental Alliance were formed into magnificent marching columns. The heraldic banners of forty allied clans fluttered proudly in the crisp alpine breeze: the Silver Wolf of the Sanctum, the Black Timber-Wolf of Highstone,…
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