In the very distance, the ruins of Suramar stood against the horizon, past a great cliff carved across the land by a rogue Aspect's fury. The Redsworn had one chance to glimpse it before it disappeared behind a wash of sick green flames, a wall of fire that shot around in a great circle to encompass them and their foe.

Mar huffed. "What an honor to face one of the first satyrs."

The corrupted Highborne before them sneered, lifting a staff carved with runes, then swept it down. Twin summons circles grew on the ground before him as the hellcaller invoked rituals that even a warlock would call corrupt, and from their depths, two felguards rose, their mighty swords bare and hungry for blood.