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Lore portion begins at (18:08)From the fractured steppes of the Barrens to the frozen halls of Ironforge, Episode 32 of Tides of Lore captures the chaos, conflict, and quiet unraveling that signals the end of an era and the birth of the Cataclysm.Drek’Thar, the once revered Far Seer of the Frostwolves, sits blind and broken… but his mind sees what no one else will. As the elements scream and the world shakes, Thrall sets out to restore balance and finds himself pulled between the burdens of Warchief and Shaman.Cairne Bloodhoof senses something foul in the winds, his spirit out of step with Garrosh Hellscream’s rising fury. In Stormwind, King Varian struggles with grief, diplomacy, and how to prepare a young prince Anduin for the storm to come. And in the marshes of Theramore, Jaina Proudmoore waits caught between memories of peace and the rising tide of war.As cracks spread through the world, they spread through its people too. Trust frays. Alliances tremble. The Horde sharpens. The Alliance grieves.And all the while, the land weeps beneath their feet.
By Robert Silva, Tim H.Lore portion begins at (18:08)From the fractured steppes of the Barrens to the frozen halls of Ironforge, Episode 32 of Tides of Lore captures the chaos, conflict, and quiet unraveling that signals the end of an era and the birth of the Cataclysm.Drek’Thar, the once revered Far Seer of the Frostwolves, sits blind and broken… but his mind sees what no one else will. As the elements scream and the world shakes, Thrall sets out to restore balance and finds himself pulled between the burdens of Warchief and Shaman.Cairne Bloodhoof senses something foul in the winds, his spirit out of step with Garrosh Hellscream’s rising fury. In Stormwind, King Varian struggles with grief, diplomacy, and how to prepare a young prince Anduin for the storm to come. And in the marshes of Theramore, Jaina Proudmoore waits caught between memories of peace and the rising tide of war.As cracks spread through the world, they spread through its people too. Trust frays. Alliances tremble. The Horde sharpens. The Alliance grieves.And all the while, the land weeps beneath their feet.