The narrow canyon, moments before a chaotic battlefield echoing with arcane explosions and monstrous roars, fell into an unnerving quiet. The thick, chilling fog summoned by the Sea Monsters slowly dissipated under the relentless Confederacy sun, revealing the full extent of the carnage.
Corpses littered the canyon floor – elite Merrow warriors, hulking Pressure Hulks shattered into rocky fragments, serpentine Tempest Eels crackling with residual energy, and the immense, coral-encrusted body of Lord Bor'gul. Near the center lay the paralyzed, bound form of Lord Volnaxx, still radiating faint abyssal cold. And most significantly, bound in shimmering chains of golden and azure light, floated the furiously struggling Siren Queen Kyss'andra, her beautiful face contorted in rage, her mental powers suppressed but her glare venomous.
