A short while before Noah defeated Tharylssa.
The four figures finally came to a stop before the gates leading into the protected area beneath the World Tree.
A massive mana barrier stretched overhead, shielding the people taking refuge beneath the enormous tree. Beyond it, countless elves had gathered for safety, while guards stood ready to defend the area against any intruders.
Even now, the World Tree's burning branches continued to fall from above, crashing against the protective barrier. Each impact sent ripples of mana across its surface, but the shield held firm, preventing the blazing debris from reaching the people below.
Lyria was breathing heavily.
They had fought their way through the city, encountering Blood Elves at every turn. She, Elowen, Damien, and Instructor Brandon had been forced to battle their way forward, protecting one another while navigating the bloodstained streets.
And now, at last, they had reached their destination.
