One of these days, near the village, the Seer was meditating, communing with the Spiritsā¦
Meanwhile, a vision came to himā¦ In the vision, A dark wind gathering, slowly forming the shape of a Tornadoā¦ A dark, twisted one, moving on the oceanā¦ But suddenly, it collapses. From the middle of it, huge shadowy tentacles surges, then a red light fills the whole world, filling it with anguish, chaos, violenceā¦ Nothing remained from the Tornado, Instead of a way gate for a hungering, terrible darknessā¦
Yet, over a mountain, some figures stoodā¦ Brave, ready to face anything that comes for themā¦
A familiar voice whispered in his ears āCarry our Legacy, for your destiny is to do so, my Sonā¦ And know that the Ancestors watch over you.ā
It was his motherās voice, whom died on Draenor, long ago. Her voice still echoed through his mind, he was thinkingā¦ Then, he gathered some of the residentsā¦
āBrothers and Sistersā¦ We have endured many dark times, through many hardships, many threats ā¦ And we still do it this warā¦ Yet, we stood together, we stood strongā¦ Protected each otherā¦ As the Packā¦ā
He paused for a momentā¦
āYet our struggles are far from overā¦ There would be a terrible darkness ahead, awaiting all of usā¦ But remember, we all have our parts to playā¦ And we are together, as the Packā¦ We will fight together. In the end, we either endure victorious, or die with Honorā¦ Taking our place among our Ancestors, in the fields of Nagrandā¦ NEVER forget, in the end, our Clan, our Horde must endure, and we shall see to it, togetherā¦ā
He rises, calls upon the great, wolf spirit of Loāgoshā¦
āWe stay strong, we will endureā¦ The Ancestors smile upon us, and the legacy of Durotan lives onā¦ In the name of Loāgosh, for the Frostwolvesā¦ FOR THE HORDE!ā
With that, the gathered clansmen were blessed by Loāgosh, as they cheered for the Hordeā¦ Ready to fightā¦ Fight any darkness coming for them, as one packā¦