It meant that the calamity brought by the descending otherworld was of a magnitude that even the Human Kingdom, with all its might, could not withstand.
It meant that the shadow of the Giant King now stretched across every inch of the continent.
And for the Blood Elves, it meant the time for deliberation was over. They had to choose: flight or servitude.
With the humans gone, the Blood Elves would be the only faction left on the surface capable of challenging the Stoneheart Horde. In the eyes of the Horde's radicals, that didn't make them a rival; it made them a target. A nail sticking up that needed to be hammered down to ensure total unification.
They had to make their choice before the last human ship left the harbor.
