Fÿnn stood on the edge of the Broken Shore, his weapon at the ready while his nose was assaulted with the stench of brimstone and sulfur. To his right, Iliera stood dressed in mighty draenei armor, her face stern and ready for combat.
This time, they were not alone.
All around them stood members of the Academy of Hope.
Adventurers of all sorts had joined their ranks. There were holy warriors, demonic warlocks, druids of the magical forests, death knights from the frozen tundra, and hunters from the mountains. Each and every one of them had come together to learn, to grow powerful, and to push back the most dangerous threat to have ever faced Azeroth.
They had collected the pillars of creation.
They had laid siege to the city of Suramar.
Together, they had assaulted the Nighthold, defeating Elisande and purging this world of the murderous Gul’dan.
The armies of Legionfall had come together, bound by the power of hope.
After all these long months of chaos and darkness, Fÿnn knew that there was one important fact that had become clear.
His side was winning. The Legion would not stand against the might of Azeroth.
So now they were here, their full strength gathered together in one place.
A short ways ahead of the crowd, a single human stood. His name was Sionis Sepher, the fire mage of Stormwind and headmaster of the Academy of Hope. He turned to face them. In his hand, a pile of dirt from the Broken Shore.
“In all my years, I have never seen such darkness,” he started, his voice booming for all to hear. Fÿnn assumed it was some kind of magical projection. “The Legion continues to push against us with all its might, and we have resisted where others could not. Entire worlds have fallen to these monsters, but Azeroth’s denizens have not yielded. We have reclaimed the pillars of creation. We have stood the test of Gul’dan’s power. We stand now on the precipice of our greatest hour.”
Cheers from the crowd.
“The tomb of Sargeras awaits just beyond this ridge. The time has come to finish the fight we started with these demons all those months ago. We are going to breach the tomb, fight our way inside, and help the Kirin Tor shut down the demonic portal, ending this invasion once and for all!”
More cheers. Ecstatic cheers.
“It will not be easy, my fellow members. We will face the strongest and most powerful monsters that the Legion has sent to our world, but we have proven our strength time and time again. Nothing they throw at us will be enough to stop us from our goal. Our world will be safe once more!”
Fÿnn felt the energy flowing through the crowd. He felt it within his own armor and his weapon. The Light was with them, and magical energy flowed freely through the air. The Academy of Hope had started as a small band, a few members who sought to gain the knowledge required to defend this world. Now, they stood, a small army in their own right, ready to take down the last of the Legion’s defenses.
This was their moment.
The demons had taken so much from them.
Now… after all their fighting…. It was time to return the favor.
“Stand with me,” Sionis Sepher shouted. “We ride for the tomb! Fire and Ice, Shadow and Light, the power of us all will follow! The blood of our foes will flow at our feet! Fight with me, Remnants of Hope! Fight now for your loved ones, against the demonic forces that tried to claim us! Fight now for all those who have fallen against the Legion. Ride now for freedom and honor and glory!!!”
The swell of energy hit a peak, and Fÿnn was atop his mount as quickly as he could summon it to his side. Sionis waited momentarily while others did the same. From the sky above, a blue proto drake dropped down and landed just long enough for the mage to climb atop its back.
“Stop for no one,” the mage shouted. “Press onward to the tomb. The time for preparation is at its end, my companions. To victory or death! There is no other road for us now!”
His voice was drowned out by the sound of the mounts, the flapping of wings and the stamping of feet. The battle cries of a half dozen races as they cheered and yelled while wielding their staves, swords, and bows.
Fÿnn felt the last bit of anxiety draining from him. He saw the Light practically bursting from Iliera’s armor as she looked to him, the glowing energy within her eyes revealing that she was right where she wanted to be.
She was here to deal judgement. She was here to stop the unstoppable.
So with this knowledge, Fÿnn held his mace high in the air and added his own battle cry to the noise. The Remnants of Hope charged forward, their clamor unable to be ignored. No doubt the Legion heard them coming. That was good. They wanted them to know.
They wanted them to tremble.