Penulis : Richard A. Knaak
Tahun Terbit : 2004
Format : PDF
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Characters (Source=http://www.wowwiki.com/)
Main characters
Broxigar 
Korialstrasz/Krasus 
Illidan Stormrage 
Malfurion Stormrage 
Rhonin 
Sister Tyrande Whisperwind
Supporting characters
Alexstrasza 
Queen Azshara 
Cenarius 
Hakkar the Houndmaster 
Mannoroth 
Lord Kur'talos Ravencrest 
Sargeras - Captain Jarod Shadowsong
Captain Varo'then - Lord Xavius
Neltharion/Deathwing
Minor characters
Note: These characters were only mentioned or had little to no role during the story.
High Priestess Dejahna - Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer
- Duun
- Elune
- Fezhar
Galadin - Garo'thal
- Garno
- Gaskal
- Giramar
- Hargo'then
Jalia - Kalthar
- Koltharius
- Latosius
Lich King 
Malygos 
Arthas Menethil 
Nozdormu 
Old Gods - Peroth'arn
- Rol'tharak
Warchief Thrall - Tyr'kyn
Tyranastrasz 
Alleria Windrunner 
Sylvanas Windrunner 
Vereesa Windrunner 
Ysera
Locations (Source=http://www.wowwiki.com/)
- Chamber of Aspects
- Dalaran
- Emerald Dream
- Galhara
- Grim Batol
- Khaz Modan
- Lordaeron
- Maelstrom
- Quel'Thalas
- Stonetalon Mountains
- Suramar
- Zin-Azshari
Cuplikan :
THE WELL OF ETERNITY
ONE
The tall, forbidding palace perched atop the very edge of the mountainous cliff, overlooking so precariously the vast, black body of water below that it appeared almost ready to plummet into the latter’s dark depths. When first the vast, walled edifice had been constructed, using magic that melded both stone and forest into a single, cohesive form, it had been a wonder to touch the heart of any who saw it. Its towers were trees strengthened by rock, with jutting spires and high, open windows. The walls
were volcanic stone raised up, then bound tightly by draping vines and giant roots. The main palace at the center had originally been created by the mystical binding of more than a hundred giant, ancient trees. Bent in together, they had formed the skeleton of the rounded center, over which the stone and vines had been set.
A wonder to touch the hearts of all when first it had been built, now it touched the fears of some. An unsettling aura enshrouded it, one heightened this stormy night. The few who peered at the ancient edifice now quickly averted their gaze.
Those who looked instead to the waters below it found no peace, either. The ebony lake was now in violent, unnatural turmoil. Churning waves as high as the palace rose and fell in the distance, crashing with a roar. Lightning played over its vast body, lightning gold, crimson, or the green of decay. Thunder rumbled like a thousand dragons and those who lived around its shores huddled close, uncertain as to what sort of storm might be unleashed.
On the walls surrounding the palace, ominous guards in forest-green armor and wielding lances and swords glared warily about. They watched not only beyond the walls for foolish trespassers, but on occasion surreptitiously glanced within…particularly at the main tower, where they sensed unpredictable energies at play.
And in that high tower, in a stone chamber sealed from the sight of those outside, tall, narrow figures in
iridescent robes of turquoise, embroidered with stylized, silver images of nature, bent over a six-sided pattern written into the floor. At the center of the pattern, symbols in a language archaic even to the wielders flared with lives of their own.
Glittering, silver eyes with no pupils stared out from under the hoods as the night elves muttered the spell. Their dark, violet skin grew covered in sweat as the magic within the pattern amplified. All but one
looked weary, ready to succumb to exhaustion. That one, overseeing the casting, watched the process not with silver orbs like the rest, but rather false black ones with streaks of ruby running horizontal along the centers. But despite the false eyes, he noted every detail, every inflection by the others. His long, narrow face, narrow even for an elf, wore an expression of hunger and anticipation as he silently drove them on.
One other watched all of this, drinking in every word and gesture. Seated on a luxurious chair of ivory and leather, her rich, silver hair framing her perfect features and the silken gown—as golden as her eyes—doing the same for her exquisite form, she was every inch the vision of a queen. She leaned back against the chair, sipping wine from a golden goblet. Her jeweled bracelets tinkled as her hand moved and the ruby in the tiara she wore glistened in the light of the sorcerous energies the others had summoned.
Now and then her gaze shifted ever so slightly to study the dark-eyed figure, her full lips pursing in something approaching suspicion. Yet, when once he suddenly glanced her way, as if sensing her observation, all suspicion vanished, replaced by a languid smile.
The chanting continued.
The black lake churned madly.
There had been a war and it had ended.
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