In Year 20 of the Dark Portal, life flourished and shadows grew.
Dick arrived in this world in a sorry state. He knew how tumultuous its fate would be.
That year, the rise of the Horde had already begun, while the glory of the Alliance still flew high.
That year, the Prince of Lordaeron set out to seek Frostmourne. For whom did Theramore's song of longing ring out?
That year, ten thousand years of waiting remained steeped in sorrow, and the shadow of demons had already fallen over the world.
That year, the Ashbringer first revealed its brilliance, while the beautiful Windrunner had already fallen in battle.
That year, the land of mist remained hidden in history, but the world's turning had already begun to veer off course, and nothing could stop it.
If you can, O Holy Light, grant me the power to change everything...
